Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Her very presence threatened to unravel my restraint and all the fucking shit I’d done in my life to build the world around me.
I had to wonder just how far I could push her—how much she’d give in before breaking.
I was a fucking bastard. I reveled in it and wasn’t sorry one fucking bit.
I’m sure she knew that, but I doubted she knew the extent I went to for what I wanted.
That’s what this little dinner was about. I wanted to see how far my girl would go when I offered her freedom. Would she accept and submit or slap me in the face?
I heard her enter the dining room, breaking my thoughts so I was now fully consumed by the very sight of her.
Although I knew she had an array of designer clothes in the closet, she opted to wear a plain sweater and a pair of dark leggings. The girl didn’t even fucking wear shoes as she tipped her chin up and padded to her place setting.
She sat down but didn’t look at me. “I think it’s fucking cute you think dressing down and being barefoot for dinner doesn’t have my cock hard.” I grabbed her wrist and brought her hand over to my lap. I placed it right over my hard as granite cock.
She snapped her head in my direction, her mouth parting and her eyes wide. She didn’t pull away at first, and I forced her to curl her fingers around my girth.
“You could wear a burlap sack and I’d be rock hard.”
She ripped her hand away then but not before I saw how her fingers shook as she reached for her water glass.
I didn’t push her in that moment, although I really fucking wanted to. I wanted to see how far she’d bend to my will, how she’d submit so beautifully to me.
The food was served, and once we were alone, I started eating, but my mind was churning with all the things I could do to make my little flower feel a little off-kilter.
I took my time eating and waited until she finished. I could see how nervous she still was, as if she were waiting for me to break the news that I was about to kill her and that’s what this whole dinner charade was about.
Far from it, my pretty girl.
“What did you want to talk about?” she asked with a hesitant lithe to her voice. She refused to look at me as she picked up her wineglass and took a small sip. Then another. And another until she finished it.
I reached for the bottle and topped her off without saying a word. I finished my whiskey, but instead of going for another, I drank water. I didn’t want to consume so much that I couldn’t fully appreciate tonight.
“I want you,” I finally said. I had to give Liliana credit. She showed zero reaction to my words.
“You can’t have me,” was her response a moment later.
I smirked, even if she wasn’t looking at me. Funny girl thought I didn’t get what I wanted. I always did.
“Want to make a wager that you’re wrong and I’m right?”
She snapped her head up to look at me then, her brows furrowed, her pretty little face showing deep thought. Then, she touched her lips and looked away.
Awe, sweet, little Sunshine was thinking about those “dreams” of hers, no doubt.
I leaned forward and braced my forearms on the table, staring at her hard enough I knew she had to feel it.
“What do you want?”
She took a second before staring at me in the eyes. “Nothing from you.”
“Everyone has a price.”
She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. A clear defensive posture. “I’m not a whore and can’t be bought.”
I chuckled. “Everyone can be bought.”
She shook her head but said nothing.
“What about your freedom and enough money that you never have to worry about it again?”
Her entire body tensed. “I won’t be a whore for my freedom.” She looked at me again. “Just let me go. You can have anyone you want. I’m no one special—”
I had her throat in my hand a second later. Her eyes widened, her jaw slackened. I wasn’t hurting her, wasn’t using enough pressure to cut off her air supply, but I held her tight enough that she would know who was in control.
“I thought I told you not to fucking talk about yourself that way.” I felt her swallow beneath my palm and stroked her pulse point with my thumb. “I could let you go, but I’m a bastard. I’m selfish, and I want something in return.”
She lifted her hand and placed it over my wrist, adding a bit of pressure to remove my hand. I shook my head, and she let her fingers fall away. “Something in return?”
“Mmm.” I thought about all the things I wanted in return. “You know what I want.” I let my gaze travel up and down her body. “I want you to be my whore.”