Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I sit on the bed, taking out my cellphone again. Still no signal. They said they use a jammer. Could I find a landline and use that instead?
I don’t let myself think about how soft the bed is, how appealing the silk sheets look, how everything here is clean and expensive and much better than home.
I don’t let myself think about the tingling in my hand from where Blake touched me or the tingling from anywhere else, either. None of that can enter my mind. Just escape. It’s all I can afford to think about. Get a phone. Call Dad. Find out what happened between him and Blake. Find out who Blake is.
He’s clearly not just a businessman if he’s willing to kidnap me so casually.
CHAPTER FOUR
Blake
My woman—my property—doesn’t know I’ve got cameras throughout the house discreetly hidden in case of an attack. I usually don’t bother logging into the feed since the exterior defenses are tight, but I do this afternoon.
Sitting in my office, I watch Bonnie walk down the hallways, looking up and down, clearly searching for something. Sometimes, she’ll run her hands up and down her hips, a nervous gesture that makes my cock even harder. I’ve been solid ever since the bedroom when I told her she would do anything I wanted.
Everything I want… She’s going to take it all.
When she gets to the second kitchen and spots the phone in the corner, I realize her plan. Standing, I move swiftly toward the door. The jammer blocks cellphone signals, so she’s going to use a landline instead. I hurry through the house and stride into the second kitchen to find Bonnie with the phone pressed to her ear.
She’s got her back to me, her big plump ass sticking out, round and begging, screaming for me to spank her.
“That’s not very polite,” I growl, grabbing the phone and slamming it into the receiver.
She leaps back, gazing at me with wide, innocent, fuck-me-now eyes. A softer part of me warns me to be careful and be nice because she will be my children’s mother one day, but she’ll take my seed, anyway. Her body will swell with my future.
I can’t think about Cameron or Isla and what they’d say.
“Using my phone without permission? Bad, bad girl, Bonnie.”
She tosses her head, causing her hair to shift, a hint of fire in the brown. “Go to hell, Blake.”
“I tried to be courteous, but clearly, I can’t trust you. You’ll have to stay in your room until you prove yourself.”
When I take her hand, already addicted to the feeling—imagining her shy touch wrapped around my throbbing dick—she snatches it away.
I laugh savagely and then grab her body, hauling her off her feet. She gasps as I cradle her against me. I feel a tug in my heart when I think about carrying her over the threshold on our wedding night.
“Stop squirming,” I growl. “Now.”
Truthfully, I like it when she shifts about, grinding her ass cheeks against my hands, rubbing her hot, young body against me. She settles down as I carry her from the room, probably realizing she won’t be able to squirm her way to freedom.
“What do you want from me?” she whispers.
“To be a good, obedient girl when I punish you,” I growl.
“P-punish me?”
“You can’t use my phone without asking.”
I kick open her bedroom door, then kick it shut behind me. When I put her down, she backs away, her hands raised. There’s something in the glinting of her eyes and how she parts her lips. She’s trying to fight this, but she wants it too.
“I’m going to spank your big, perfect ass.”
I snarl the word perfect, unable to say it without letting out the force inside of me. My cock is so hard it almost hurts, shaft solid as my seed rushes to my tip.
“What?” she whispers. “Why?”
“Because you’ve been a bad, horny young thing. And you’re mine. I can do any damn thing I want with you.”
She squeals as I rush forward, grabbing her wrists.
Isla’s face tries to glare at me from my mind, judging me for doing this with her daughter, and I hear Cameron in my thoughts, asking me where his daughter is.
I can’t think about that when I feel the lack of fight in her hands. She bites her lip as I slowly guide her hand to my manhood.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Anything I want,” I growl, then let out a long groan as I push her hand against my pants, her soft warmth grinding through the fabric and setting my cock ablaze. “Good girl. That’s it. You can feel how savage you make me.”
She shakes her head as if she’s going to tell me no, but she can’t stop herself from making a sweet moaning noise.
I can feel it in her hand, too. I let go of her wrist, and I’m right. She keeps rubbing up and down as if some spell has taken hold of her.