Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Tell me just how good of a little girl you’ve been for me. Have you been eating and exercising properly? Are you drinking enough?”
Her face scrunches up with annoyance as she mutters, “Maybe if you spent more time with me, you wouldn’t have to question me about those things and you could see for yourself.”
“Don’t talk back to me, angel.” I twirl her around so she’s face to face with me. There’s a flush creeping from her cheeks to her neck in the most delightful fashion, and I trace the redness with my pointer finger, feeling her skin ignite beneath my punishing touch. “You know what happens to brats, don’t you?”
She doesn’t answer, but her pretty eyes stare back at mine, drinking me in hungrily, like she’ll never get enough.
“When are you going to fuck me, Xavier?” she asks, in the softest of voices. “When are you going to put your too big cock and try to force it inside my-“
I stop her, pressing a finger to her lips. “Stop talking for a goddamn second. Let me just look at you.”
I take her hand and make her spin in front of me. With good reason, she does so proudly. She looks like everything I’ve ever wanted her to grow up to be. She’ll make a fine wife. A beautiful addition to my collection. I can’t fucking wait to make her mine and capture that little ring finger with a rock the size of a golf ball. I haven’t proposed yet, because she doesn’t really have a choice, but I’m planning on doing it on her birthday. I’m picking out the ring later.
“You look fucking stunning,” I tell her in a low voice heated with passion. “I could look at you all fucking day, Tallulah.”
“Then do it,” she begs me, the bratty whine back in her desperate voice. “Fuck your work. Spend the day with me.”
I’m really battling with myself, knowing I should keep my distance. I’m about to break the rules for her when someone walks through the door.
“Don Xavier, we need you in the conference room.”
“You fucking what?” I hiss, glaring at the guard who’s now openly staring at my angel with a hungry gaze that is about to cost him his life. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Am I interrupting?” he asks with a sly smile.
I push Tallulah behind me before approaching him. “You walked in on my woman. You looked at her just now. Do you have a goddamn death wish?”
“No,” he stumbles. “I’m sorry, padron, I just-“
“You wanna fucking look at her?” I snarl. “I’ll fucking make you look at her. What do you think, angel? Should I punish him for walking in on you half naked?”
“Padron, I-“
“Shut your mouth,” I growl. “Tallulah?”
“I...” I can feel her nervousness across the room. I watch her slip on a robe while the guard awaits my mercy. He’s one of our new men, and I don’t even know his name yet. Too fucking bad he’s going to die before I find out. “Xavier, please, it was just a mistake.”
I laugh, nodding. “Of course, a mistake. Now if only there was a way to erase the memory of my goddamn wife from your head.”
I look at the shivering guard. He’s holding his gun as if that will help him.
“What do you think?” I inquire. “Maybe some bleach would do?”
“I didn’t even see anything,” he rushes to get out. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”
“Won’t tell anyone what?” I ask in a sweet voice. “That you were ogling my fucking bride? That you’re fucking hard right now from the sight of her? She’s seventeen years old, you piece of shit.”
“Xavier, I-“
“No,” I cut Tallulah off. “Don’t you make excuses for him, Tallulah. I think some bleach will get those memories out. Don’t you?”
“Bleach?” the guard pales, shaking his head to get himself out of the mess he created. “Please, padron. I saw nothing.”
I laugh out loud. “That’s a goddamn lie.”
He shifts his position awkwardly to hide the bulge in his pants.
“I see everything,” I remind him. “Including your dick getting hard for a woman you have no claim to. She’s mine. Do you fucking understand that?”
“Of course,” he nods vigorously. “I know. She’s yours, padron. We only share her if you allow it.”
“That,” I hiss. “Is your mistake, pendejo. We don’t exist in this equation. And you don’t get to so much as look at her. Not anymore. Guards!”
In a moment, the room fills with armed men and Tallulah shivers at the sight. The poor prick who walked in on her surely knows by now I’m not letting him walk away with the memory of her half-undressed body still fresh in his mind. He must be punished. In fact, I think I’ll make an example out of him. Poor guy didn’t know what he was getting into, but he should know better than to walk in on my angel like that.