Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
His eyes, a deep sapphire blue, darkened even more at my words. For a second, I’d thought he’d finally been pushed too far—I’d pissed him off past the point of control or forgiveness. Instead, though, he stared at me for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then dropped down onto the sofa and motioned for me to begin working.
Well, fuck. I didn’t have a clue what to do, but I grabbed up my stuff and started shoving it into every drawer, closet, or shelf I could find. He watched me, with those dark eyes, and a shimmer of desire raced up and down my spine. For the first time in my life, I wanted something enough that I was willing to fight for it. No, I didn’t know how to fight or why I thought Landon was worth the fight…but I just knew.
Chapter Three
Landon
As I watched Micah putter around the room, picking up everything I’d thrown down during my fear and frustration of not knowing where he was, I couldn’t stop my mind from thinking the most wickedly evil thoughts about the young man I’d been sent to protect. He was nearly half my age. He was way out of my league when it came to looks and money. He was a selfish brat that needed a strong hand to bring him in line—to learn to act like a man. All those statements were true, but when he’d called me Daddy, something inside of me erupted.
It was as if I’d been struck with a lightning bolt of lust that had short-circuited all intelligent thoughts and turned my mind and body into some sort of sex machine. Every time he bent over to pick up an item of clothing, I imagined me looming over him, holding him down with my body, as I drove my cock into his young, tight ass. I felt like a dirty old man.
I also didn’t give a fuck if I was a dirty old man. I wanted the spoiled brat asshole all for myself, whether I was worthy of him or not. I wanted to make him obey me, to make him bend to my every whim. I wanted him for myself, to control and pleasure. It was a strange feeling—one that made me very uncomfortable but also made me want to explore it more.
And more.
And even more.
Needless to say, I was disappointed when he finally put all his belongings back into order. I’d enjoyed watching him work. I’d enjoyed, even more, knowing that he’d done it because I’d demanded it of him. “Very good, brat. See? You can do the shit the rest of us do on a daily basis. Isn’t it shocking to know that you’re no better than the rest of the world?” I had no idea what made me goad him so cruelly. Maybe it was the way his bottom lip puckered out when he was angry about something? I’d never thought a pout could look so damn sexy on another man, but Micah was an expert at it.
“I never implied I was entitled, asshole. Fine. Get out. I’m safe and sound in my suite. Your services are no longer required.”
“No can do, brat. I don’t trust you any further than I could throw you. I won’t make the mistake of leaving you alone again. You might not be capable of making intelligent decisions, but I am. Regardless of how I feel about you, I’m not going to do something that might hurt someone I care about, like your godmother. You should try it sometime—putting someone else ahead of your own pleasure.” I grabbed up my toiletry bag and motioned toward the bedroom. “I’ll be staying with you until further notice. Deal with it.”
Something flashed in his sky-blue eyes—something close to happiness—but before I could study his features any longer, he quickly looked away from me.
“Fine by me, Mr. Fun-Might-Kill-Me; I couldn’t care less where you sleep. The thing is, I only have one bedroom and one bed…and I sleep naked.” He tossed a look over his shoulder. “I hope you don’t find that too offensive for your prudish attitude.”
I’d been called a lot of things over the years, but a prude was never one of them. It took all my energy to not laugh at the ridiculousness of his accusation. The poor kid had no idea what I’d seen or done in my life…and I intended to keep it that way.
“Since I don’t find you the least bit attractive, I think I’ll be fine with it. Move along, brat. You have an appointment for a fitting at nine o’clock in the morning. If you don’t want dark circles under those pretty eyes of yours, you’d best start moving.”
He shrugged and moved toward the bedroom. I tagged along, leaving plenty of space between us…and watched his bubble ass bounce as he walked. Damn, I’d give ten years off my life to spank that pretty ass until it was a gorgeous pink. I’d never been into spanking and didn’t expect to start now, but there was just something about Micah that pulled those feelings out of me. He needed discipline.