Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“You’re damn right you should be sorry. Our staff is family here. We don’t treat them like garbage.”
I took a deep breath to slow my rapid heartbeat.
Whether or not I liked it, I needed to do this.
This was a matter of survival.
Channeling my sister and forgetting about my skimpy attire, I rose on my knees with hands on hips. “I didn’t ask to be dragged to the middle of nowhere to marry some… stupid horse farmer… and I certainly didn’t ask for her to bring me any food. If her feelings were hurt, it’s her own damn fault.”
I swept my arm wide to gesture to the bedroom entrance where the broken glass and tray were on a side table. “It’s not like I ordered her onto her knees to clean it up!”
Fuck, how does my sister live with such darkness inside of her?
Those words were like an evil black tar coating my lungs.
Matteo’s arm whipped out so quickly I didn’t have time to react or defend myself. He wrapped his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck. “Horse farmer? I’m trying to be patient, but I have had it with this queen bitch attitude of yours.”
My mouth fell open as I pressed my palms against his naked chest to push back. “My attitude? What about your arrogant, misogynistic attitude?”
No matter how hard I pushed with straightened arms, his grip did not slacken. His skin was distractingly hot beneath my palms. I had to resist the impulse to thread my fingers through his dark chest hair.
Why did a man’s chest have to be so damn sexy? The low-slung gray sweatpants certainly weren’t helping.
Warming up to my anger, I lashed out further. “And patient? Don’t make me laugh. All you do is order me about, expecting me to jump to your command the moment you snap your fingers.”
He wrenched me so close, my arms collapsed, and I was pressed against his chest. His mouth lowered until his breath caressed my lips. “It’s not the snap of my fingers you’re about to hear, but the snap of my riding crop against your flesh.”
I screamed as he released his grip on my hair and swept me into his arms. “Put me down!”
He marched across the room to the living room area, where a low fire was still burning. Skirting around the sofa, he gave the tufted coffee-table ottoman a kick to push it closer to the fire. The swift forward motion sent the black lacquered tray filled with cream pillar candles sliding along the gold velvet fabric to crash onto the floor.
Matteo then dropped me onto the center and reached into his pocket for what looked like a handful of black ribbons.
The moment my bare ass hit the ottoman, I tried to roll off it.
He snatched my right wrist, secured a strip of black fabric around it, then knotted the other end to the mahogany leg post.
Immediately, I twisted my torso and stretched my left arm across my body to untie my wrist.
He grabbed my left wrist and pulled my arm to the other side and, with frightening speed, easily secured it to the other leg post.
“Stop! What are you doing?”
My back and head hit the ottoman's cushioned surface as he yanked my hips toward the end of it then pushed my shoulders down flat, to better secure the ties to the mahogany leg posts. He then wrapped his large hand around my right ankle.
I kicked out with my left leg. “No! Untie me!”
The heel of my foot contacted his shoulder. My only reward was a dirty look and a small grunt as he easily bent my right knee and secured my ankle to the lower post. He then did the same for my left leg.
I was now tied spread-eagle over the rectangular ottoman like some pagan sacrifice on an altar, my upper arms out wide and my knees bent over the bottom edge.
“If you don’t untie me this second, I’m going to scream until the entire household comes running.”
Matteo pulled another black strip between his clenched fists as he smirked. “There is no one here to hear you. Besides, it's going to be tough to scream when you're gagged.”
My eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”
He placed both knees on either side of my hips on the ottoman and leaned over me. “We’re going to play a new game.”
“I don’t like your games.”
His head tilted. “I’m really going to have to start videotaping these to prove you wrong, colomba mia birichina.”
My cheeks burned as he opened his mouth and flicked the tip of his tongue at me. An erotic reminder of how he licked my pussy while I was stretched across my father’s desk like a complete wanton.
Sciatiri e matri!
The skin around my wrists chafed as I yanked on my binds. “You cad! Untie me!”