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)
I regarded him, fear and anger mingling inside of me. “I will not be controlled by you. I will not stay with you just because you say so. And I will definitely not love you in this forced marriage.”
He led me into the building, giving the doorman a quick nod before dragging me to the elevator.
I had never been so nervous in my life, but I was mostly nervous about how I was going to handle the situation. I didn’t want Luc to hurt me, but I couldn’t just roll over and give him what he wanted.
The elevator dinged, and we stepped in. Luc pressed the button for his floor, and the elevator door closed.
Luc’s body made a cage around me, blocking me off from any kind of escape. His mouth came down on mine, cutting off another of my threats, his tongue forcing its way in. His erection pressed against me, the stiff material of his suit making it difficult to ignore how hard he was.
I struggled against him, pushing my hands against his chest as my anger flared.
The door opened, and Luc gripped my arm and dragged me from the elevator toward his place.
I stumbled, lost my balance, but Luc was there to hold me close.
I was so confused. His blatant disregard for my personal space made me feel small and helpless, yet the way he held me made me feel protected.
It was such a conflicting feeling, and one that I didn’t know how to process.
He opened the door to his penthouse, the lust in his eyes evident as he glared at me. Once he’d kicked the door closed behind him, he led me to the living room, where he pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine in another fiery kiss.
As much as I wanted to fight him, the battle was lost.
“You’re mine. Say it,” he demanded.
I bit my lip, annoyed that he would force me to say something I didn’t feel. “I’m yours,” I lied.
“No, don’t lie to me.” His eyes burned into me. “That will only bring you more trouble.”
I didn’t respond, but instead just looked to the side, avoiding his gaze.
“Not a good idea, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gentle. “You know I will only punish you until you submit.”
I struggled, trying to pull away from him, but Luc held me, the strength in his hands seemingly impossible to fight against.
He pinned me against the wall as he trailed his hands down to below my waist where he grabbed handfuls of my skirt and yanked it up. I thrilled at the thought of him taking me by force. It was not like I wanted him to, but I couldn’t deny my excitement.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kill your friend,” he whispered into my ear. “Is that what you wanted to see? Just how far I’d go to protect you?”
My breath caught, and my lips trembled as Luc held me, waiting for my answer.
“I need to be protected from you,” I replied.
He chuckled as he kissed me again. “You don’t know how right you are.”
CHAPTER 24
LUC
Afine line existed between anger fucking…and hate fucking.
And I couldn’t tell you which one I was about to cross over to.
Probably both.
But one thing was for certain, and that was that my dick was going to be buried so deep inside Amelia’s pussy she’d never again doubt who she belonged to.
I detested games.
I hated bratty antics, and for that, there would be consequences.
I grabbed her firmly by the back of the neck and held her still for a kiss.
She was resistant at first, still struggling, but my demanding lips parted hers, forcefully exploring her mouth.
My cock strained against my pants, desperate to feel the tight clench of her body, but I wasn’t going to make this quick and painless.
My little bride needed to pay her penance for acting out.
She moaned under the brutal press of my lips even as she pushed against my shoulders with her hands. I allowed her resistance... for now. I was quite enjoying tasting and taking.
Breaking her down.
Amelia whimpered, and my cock throbbed in response.
I was doing this all wrong.
Kissing her like this.
Touching her like this.
I should be dragging her to my room, ordering her to undress, and spanking that round, perfect ass of hers to teach her a lesson about defiance.
I pulled back to look at her.
Her face was flushed from being so close to me. Her eyes were glazed over and dazed. They reminded me of a doe’s, vulnerable and weak.
“What if I don’t want you to touch me?” she asked.
“Stop talking,” I told her.
I pulled her by the hand toward my office, slammed the door behind her and threw her down on my desk.
She looked up at me as she scrambled to her knees, stunned and afraid, and damn if that didn’t turn me the fuck on.