Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 23651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Breaking the silence I asked, “Does everyone come running when Mr. Stone calls?”
“Generally so. What is that wonderful smell?” Logan smirked.
“I made breakfast. Feel free to sit next to me, you can have this plate if you like. You can keep me company while I eat. Mr. Stone isn’t much of a conversationalist.”
Griffin slammed his coffee cup down on the table and I snapped head up to look at him. I was stunned to see the shattered remains of the cup. “Anna, stop with the goddamn Mr. Stone shit, and no, Logan will not be sitting next to you eating my goddamn breakfast.”
Rolling my eyes, I caught Logan smothering his laughter and I couldn’t resist prodding the beast once more. “But I thought you don’t eat breakfast, Griffin? There’s no need to let it go to waste. You don’t like to share?”
Stomping over to the breakfast bar, Griffin plopped down onto the chair next to me and began shoveling food into his mouth, cleaning his plate in record time. I’m amazed he didn’t choke. Pretending to take a sip of my coffee, I hid my grin behind the cup.
“There. Are you happy now, woman? I ate your fucking breakfast.” I was actually quite happy but I think I’ll keep that tidbit to myself. Griffin didn’t seem to like that I was giving Logan my attention and it warmed my stomach. I couldn’t help but crave more of his possessiveness, and so I tried again.
“Well, it looks like you enjoyed it, with how fast you ate. Logan, can I whip up something for—”
Turning in his chair to face me, Griffin interrupted my question. “Logan has work. That’s what I pay him to do. And when I pay for something, I expect those people to do their jobs.”
“On that note, Boss, I’ll be out back if you need me,” Logan said, half running from the room.
I could see that we were back to that whore thing again. Maybe I had pushed him too far, or maybe I should push him even harder. I thought back to my conversation with the girls at the agency; they had told me about the things men like, and how sex usually turns them into docile little kittens. Well, he had sex last night and he doesn’t seem all that docile.
“Isn’t sex supposed to make a man happy? Did you not get what you wanted last night? Did you not get your fill?” I questioned, trying to bait him a little more. A thrill of excitement rushed through me every time I gave him a tiny jab. Rising from my chair, I leaned over his shoulder, grabbing his plate while giving him a nice look down the front of my dress. If it’s a whore he wants, then it’s a whore he’ll get.
Walking to the other side of the breakfast bar, I placed the dirty dishes in the sink. I felt the warmth of Griffin’s body as he stalked up to stand behind me, pressing into my back and pushing me up against the counter. I could feel his hard-on nudging against my ass through our clothes and my body began to respond to his close proximity.
Brushing my hair off my right shoulder, he brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “I think it’s clear after last night that you can’t handle me, sweet Bella. If I were you, I wouldn’t bait me. Or is that what you’re trying to do?”
Leaning in, he licked and nipped at the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver in delight.
“Maybe I should flip your dress up, rip your underwear off, and get my fill.”
While his words were crude, they seemed to shoot straight to my clit. When I had first arrived at the mansion last night, Griffin’s harsh commands had terrified me yet turned me on at the same time. There was just something about his rough and dominating demeanor that gets my body heated up and my pussy creaming. I like it yet I hate it. But I wanted to play with the beast. I want to feel alive again.
Slowly turning around in his arms, I craned my neck up to gaze into his captivating eyes. I hadn’t really noticed how tall he was until this moment. He had to be at least 6’3 or maybe 6’4, giving him almost a whole foot on my 5’2 stature. Griffin quickly turned his face to the side the moment our gaze met, showing me the unscarred side. My heart clenched in pain for what he’d been through.
Griffin opened his mouth to say what I was sure to be something nasty again, but I was onto his game now; whenever he felt vulnerable, he lashed out like a child. Cutting him off, I asked, “What underwear?” While it was a lie, the question fell easily from between my lips. I took a step closer and he took a step back.
What a turn of events. It seemed like I’d be the one doing the stalking today. I could tell that he didn’t quite know how to react to my actions by the look on his face. He pushed and lashed out, in hopes of getting me to back away from him. He wants me; I could see it burning in his eyes. But only on his own terms so that he could maintain control of the situation, so that I couldn’t get close enough to hurt him. I wanted to shatter his control.
Running my hands down his broad, firm chest, I dropped to my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing, Bella? Stop your little games and stand up this instance.” He growled.
Ignoring his command, I reached for his belt, unhooking it and letting it hang open. He made no move to stop me.
“I thought you wanted a whore, sir?” I questioned innocently as I flicked the button on his pants open. “I know I’m new at this, but the girls at the agency told me what to do. They even made me demonstrate on toys for them.” Peering up at Griffin through my long lashes, I slid the zipper down, the sound unseemingly loud in empty room. Giving his waistband a slight tug, Griffin’s hard cock sprung free, hitting me in the face, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind. “I see I’m not the only one not wearing underwear today.” I couldn’t help but tease him, even though I did have my panties on. I’m soaking through them though.