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)
My driver rapped his knuckles against the glass, telling me we had arrived. The windows had been blacked out for this trip. The last thing I wanted was for Olivia to figure out where we were before it was time. There were far too many places between the sculpture park and the private airstrip where it would have been easy enough for her to escape.
No, keeping her in the dark about where we were was paramount.
Getting out of the car, I motioned for her to follow me.
She refused.
It seemed like stubbornness was a Manwarring trait not limited to the men.
“Olivia, get out of the vehicle before I reach in and pull you out by your fucking hair.” I kept my words even, but the threat was clear.
The wide-eyed look she gave me as she nodded and climbed out of the back of the car was enough to convince me she understood the situation she was now in.
Which was why I was stupid enough to look away to make sure the plane was ready to be boarded.
She took the opportunity to take off.
Her bare feet made a slapping sound against the pavement as she ran.
I motioned for my security to stay where they were.
This little girl was mine to handle.
Chasing after her felt exhilarating.
It awakened something deep inside me.
Something primal snapped as I caught up to her and grabbed her by the back of her neck.
We both went tumbling to the ground.
I made sure to take the brunt of the fall, then rolled over so she was lying on her stomach against the tarmac. I then pinned her down hard, knowing the rough surface was digging into her delicate skin.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I growled into her ear.
She struggled underneath me.
I liked it, the feeling of her soft, lithe body beneath mine, trapped.
She smelled so good.
Her ass rubbed against my hardening cock with every move she made.
“Help!” she screamed at my security team as they approached with their weapons drawn.
They all stood around waiting for orders. Then one reached down and offered me a hand up.
I took it and stood, the other men holding their drawn weapons trained on her.
“What are you doing?” she cried out to them, sitting up. “Help me.”
“Is everything okay, sir?” one of my men asked as I brushed off my clothes.
“Just a minor disagreement. I think she understands now,” I replied, then grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet before gripping her shoulders and spinning her to look at me. “Don’t you, princess?” I leaned in again so only she could hear me. “We aren’t in your kingdom anymore. Daddy and big brother can’t save you. Here, I am king, and you will obey. Or else. Bad things happen to bratty little girls who misbehave.”
When she didn’t say anything or start walking, I picked her up, threw her over my shoulder again, and marched to the private plane waiting for us.
I was a little disappointed when she stopped fighting me.
I loved her fire.
It made it so much more fun when I won.
I instructed the stewardess that I’d have my usual drink and bring one for the lady, too, before I unceremoniously dropped Olivia onto one of the tanned leather seats.
She righted herself, and I took the chair opposite her.
“Where are we going?” she demanded.
It was kind of cute that she thought she got to make demands, perching there with her small hands clenched into fists on her lap. Her red dress was now dirty and torn. Even her eyeliner was smeared around her eyes.
It made her look ruined, and I loved it.
She was no longer a Manwarring princess, untouchable, unobtainable.
She was a woman, like any other, but more so.
A sense of pride built in my chest.
I did this. I ruined her.
“Wherever I want.” I smiled at her, loving the way her jaw clenched in outrage.
“Tell me now.” She stomped her bare foot on the floor, and I had to hold back a laugh.
The stewardess brought me an old-fashioned as well as one for Olivia.
Olivia curled her lip at it and refused to take it, so I did and set it on the table at my side.
“That will be all for now, Anna,” I said to the stewardess.
“Yes, sir. The captain is on board. We will be taking off in the next five minutes.” She turned to leave when Olivia told her to stop.
“I want off this plane immediately!” she said, her hands pressed to the armrests, ready to stand up.
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. The exterior doors have already been closed, and we are preparing for takeoff.” Anna smiled sweetly and again turned to leave, while I made a mental note to give her a raise. Though she already made a hefty salary. Normally, as soon as we reached a cruising altitude, Anna earned every penny, usually on her knees. Not today though. Today, my attention was solely on Olivia.