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)
“Not yet,” he taunted.
“Please,” I begged, clenching my core as hard as I could so I didn’t come before he gave permission.
“Not yet,” he said.
He let me go back down to all fours, his hand pressed to my stomach and his fingers still drawing rapid circles over my clit as he bent over me and fucked me like an animal in heat. It was primal, passionate, and savage, and more than I could have ever hoped for.
A flash from somewhere in the back of the room caught my eye, then another. There were a few people not participating. Three of them had cameras and were taking photos. Not of anyone but me and Marksen on the dais.
They started moving closer, taking photo after photo of me bent over on all fours, getting fucked like a dog.
I started to panic and tried to get up, tried to push Marksen off of me.
His hand landed on the back of my neck and he held me there, not letting me move to hide my face or my shame.
“Come,” he demanded.
To my horror, I came with a shout, liquid heat flooding my core and sliding down my thighs.
His thrusts were erratic and more demanding until, with a guttural roar, he filled me with his come, and I collapsed onto the hard stone surface.
“Good girl,” he whispered, and then he untied my mask. It tumbled to the floor, the ceramic shattering. The photographers started snapping photos wildly.
“Ms. Manwarring. Over here,” one called.
“Ms. Manwarring, who is the man you are with?”
“Ms. Manwarring, do you go to parties like this often? How does your father feel about you going to orgies.”
The voices surrounded me. There were only three photographers, but it felt like so many more. The walls closed in on me. There was nothing I could do, nowhere to hide.
Suddenly I was freezing cold.
Marksen pulled out of me and moved back, letting the photographers surround me. I swear I could hear his cruel, mocking laugh taunting me, and it cut me to the bone.
The spell was completely shattered.
The mixture of our come seeped from me and dripped onto the table.
I wasn’t Theophane anymore.
I wasn’t sure I ever really was.
I was just Olivia, a cold, dirty, stupid girl who wanted to be admired by this man so badly that she forgot who he really was and how he really saw her, how everyone saw her.
This was all part of his vile plan.
He called me a princess, but to him, all I’d ever been was a pawn.
CHAPTER 31
MARKSEN
Once I climbed off Olivia and stepped away, she ran from the dais into a back room.
The lights came on a moment later and several of the actors were walking toward us while the patrons fled the cameras.
I zipped my fly and followed, ready to run Olivia down and pull her back by her hair if I had to.
Thankfully, I didn’t have to.
She was waiting for me just on the other side of one of the pillars that marked the entrance into the event space.
Tears streamed down her face, and she covered her breasts and pussy with her hands as best as she could. Even like this, a huddled, streaky mess, she was still beautiful.
Though the fact that I could see my come mixing with hers and dripping down her toned thighs probably helped.
I handed her the golden dress.
She took it without saying a word and stepped into it, pulling it on.
I took her by the arm and led her to the limo.
A black satin sash was waiting on the seat, just like I instructed.
There was no way I could trust the women who were at the hotel earlier to not come back or try something, so I had to take a calculated risk. I was taking Olivia back to one of my penthouses. It was reckless to have her somewhere that I, rather than one of my shell corporations, owned.
But I doubted Luc would think I was brazen enough to bring Olivia back to the city, let alone keep her here.
Besides, I needed access to my office to launch the next segment of my plan.
I took the sash and tied it around Olivia’s eyes.
She didn’t even try to fight me.
It was like she had given up.
It was a little after ten, not as late as I had planned to be at the event, but everything had moved faster than I thought it would.
It was fine.
I would take her back to my penthouse, get her in a bath, and then into bed.
She would be back to herself in the morning.
Manwarrings were stubborn, thick-skinned, and tough as nails. If they weren’t, I would have never had to involve Olivia in the feud in the first place. She would bounce back soon enough. They always did.
It didn’t take too long for us to get to my penthouse in Soho. It was a secondary residence, though one I spent my weekends at. My primary penthouse was in the Financial District, close to the office. Too close to the office. It made it impossible to think of anything other than work while I was there.