Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
He took a bite of his breakfast like it was just any casual morning, and my world wasn’t crashing down around me.
“Luc is an ass. Is that what you want to hear? My brother shouldn’t have embarrassed you as he did. But it’s over now; ruining all the hard work I have done won’t change that.”
“Oh, I know it won’t, but I still intend to do it. It’s not personal, Olivia,” he said. “Well, I guess it kind of is, but it’s not your fault.”
I gripped the knife next to my plate. “You’re still taking it out on me. I didn’t do anything to you. It’s not like my brother runs his evil plans for world domination by me first.”
He eyed the knife and smirked. “You’re guilty by association. It sucks, but that is still where we are. Eat your breakfast.” He snatched the knife from my grasp. “You won’t be needing this. Now eat. We have work to do soon.”
My heart pounded in my ears, like it wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
I needed to get out of this house now.
All I had to do was get out, then I could get help and call, if not Luc, then my father if I had to.
When Marksen went back to his food … I made a mad break for the front door.
It wasn’t far.
I jumped over the bench and threw myself at the wooden door.
I turned the knob, and it didn’t move.
I tried again, but it was no use, and I couldn’t see how to unlock it.
Before I could find any sort of release, Marksen was on me.
He pressed his body against mine, caging me against the door.
“There’s nowhere for you to run, princess. All the doors are locked remotely. I have the only access code. Even if you could get out, where would you go? We are isolated for miles in every direction.”
“Please, just let me go,” I cried, tears running down my face.
“Not yet.”
His hand went to my thigh and drew the shirt up to my hips. “How far do you think you would get, dressed in only a T-shirt?”
His hand continued to run across my skin, moving up to the flat of my stomach.
“At least I made it good for you. Don’t you want to be my good girl and get rewarded again?”
His touch sent shivers down my spine. The heat built in my core as my body responded to his touch.
Before things went too far, I pushed him off of me, heat rising to my cheeks, nausea building in my stomach, and a tightness squeezing my lungs.
Disgusted with myself for still wanting him, I screamed, “Get off of me!”
He grabbed me by the hair and kissed me hard.
In vain I struggled before submitting to the demands of his kiss as his hands ran down my back to my ass, where he squeezed. “Just be my good girl. Don’t think, just do as you’re told, and it will be over soon. I might even make this time we have together worth the loss of your little company.”
Hearing him call my life’s work my “little company” was like dunking me in freezing water. My entire body tensed as I pushed him off, and then slapped him across the face.
“My little company?” I yelled. “I built my little company myself. My daddy didn’t hand it to me. It was my work. Mine.”
I had to listen to my father and my brother and every other man in my life belittle my work, but I was not about to take it from him.
I pushed him back another step. Reaching over to the side table by the door, I grabbed a ceramic bowl and threw it onto the hardwood floor, watching it smash.
It felt good.
So I did it again.
I grabbed a ceramic figurine, and this time I threw it at Marksen.
He dodged it, barely.
Anything I could reach, I grabbed and threw.
“Olivia, stop this now,” Marksen ordered, dodging a vase.
“Or what? What are you going to do? Lock me up and destroy everything I have created for a petty vendetta? Oh, wait.”
I grabbed something else, not bothering to look at what it was, and threw it.
“If you are going to act like a child, I will treat you like one,” he growled.
I screamed at him as I threw a large, three-wicked candle that smashed into the drywall, leaving a massive gaping hole.
“That’s it.” He marched through the wreckage and grabbed me by the hair with one hand.
I tried to hit him before he grabbed my wrist with the other hand and bent it behind my back.
He pulled me over to the sofa and dragged me across his knee.
The first slap on my bare ass was like fire on my skin.
CHAPTER 18
MARKSEN
The way Olivia squirmed in my grasp was making me even more furious.
Then the way she started throwing things at me, saying how her business was more important than mine because she created it herself?