Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You look beautiful, but entirely inappropriate. Take off that dress or I will rip it from you,” I demanded.
My heart pounded, and I cracked my knuckles as I moved closer. I would never hit a woman out of anger. Striking her ass out of a need for discipline that led to mutual pleasure, though, was different, and something I reveled in.
But she didn’t know yet what kind of man I was.
She’d had a taste, but she didn’t know where my limits were. I was so angry right now, I wasn’t sure if I knew where they were at the moment, either.
“No.” Her voice was firm, but she was still taking steps back. “You do not get to dictate what I wear. I’m not your child. I’m supposed to be your fiancée.”
“Exactly, you are my fiancée. Mine. Take it off now. You will change into an appropriate dress, one that doesn’t show the world what is only for my eyes.”
“Excuse me? No part of me is for your lecherous gaze.”
Hatred lit her eyes, and my cock got hard for her.
It wasn’t her undeniable beauty that turned me on, or her dress showing far too much skin. It was her fire. The fucking audacity to willingly disobey me and then to stand up to me, even though her body language didn’t match her words.
Most grown men didn’t have the balls to face me like she was.
A tiny part of me respected her for that, but most of me was just enraged.
“Your back, your thighs, your tits, your ass, and your sweet little pussy are for me only. Do you understand? Maybe Marksen was okay showing you off like a fucking show pony. I am not.”
“Do not speak to me like you would a whore.”
“Then don’t dress like one.” I took another step toward her, cutting the short distance between us by half. “You’re mine. If you want to dress in a way that shows off this much of your body, you will do it only while in my bed, or on your fucking knees.”
“How dare you!” she screeched, clenching her fists like she was going to strike me.
Her eyes seemed to light with fury, and the tops of her cheeks grew bright red. She was breathing heavier, which just made her breasts heave like an old romance novel heroine. “No one has ever talked to me like that.”
“You want my respect? You want me to treat you like a lady? I’ll be happy to, as soon as you act like one. Once you stop behaving like a spoiled little princess and act like a woman worthy of wearing my ring and bearing my name, I will treat you as such.” My palm twitched.
I ached to grab her and bend her over my goddamn knee, rip off the slip of fabric, and then spank her ass until it was bright red and her pussy was leaking, aching for me.
“We are going to go upstairs. You will take off that dress and show me how sorry you are for wasting my time. Then we will go to the opera, and you will look like a lady.”
CHAPTER 10
LUC
“Idon’t know what the women you are used to dealing with find acceptable, but I will not be talked to in such a manner, especially by some brutish, classless asshole!” Her cheeks were flaming now, and the flushed color went down her neck all the way to the tops of her perfect breasts.
“I’m not just any brutish, classless asshole. I’m the brutish, classless asshole that just so happens to be your fucking husband.” I was tempted to close the distance between us, grab the bodice of that dress, and rip it to shreds just so I could release those tits and see how far down the red of her blush went.
“Not yet, you’re not,” she bit back as she stepped out of her shoes, leaving them on the stairs.
We were about halfway up now, and she was panicking.
Her ribcage rose and fell with each agitated breath. Amelia looked around, gripping the wooden banister as she took a few more steps up, almost tripping over the train of her dress. “I like this dress, and this is what I’m going to wear.”
I reached out and grabbed the skirt with both hands, yanking it hard enough to rip the seam holding the skirt to the front and sides of the corset and knock her on her ass.
I looked down at her perfectly pink, exposed pussy lips and saw red.
“You aren’t even wearing fucking underwear. Tell me, are you trying to get pictures of your pussy all over Page Six?” I raged.
I brought my hand around her throat as I leaned down, getting in her face. I didn’t squeeze hard enough to cut off her air supply, but hard enough she knew I could. “Explain yourself. Now.”