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Goddamn,thiswomanknew how to piss me off and turn me on at the sametime. Her strength was beyond sexy and her willingness to stand upto me made the thought of pounding her into the ground that muchmore desirable.
With Jaden now sitting between my knees, Ihad never felt more at ease knowing she was mine. I couldn’t stopthe grin that snaked across my face as I had watched this crazybitch kick the shit out of my guards right in front ofmy clients and me. The rage on her face wascrystal clear as she carefully analyzed her opponents beforestriking.
I wasn’t kidding when I told her she wasimpressive. Her motions were fluid and strong, never wavering andnot a single sign of hesitation. And damn, I had to give it toher—she was fast. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it washot as hell. I had never encounteredawomanwith her kind of strength or skill before, and itfurther fueled my growing primal desires. It was one thing to fighta person; it was another to actually watch them. Even my dick wasfascinated.
I recalled looking around at all thedrooling faces of the men, who were almost as twisted as I was,staring her down with a fierce hunger in their eyes. The thought ofone of them touching her brought on a carnal rage from within methat demanded blood and pain. I could not let that happen. I wouldbury them all before they laid a finger on her.
As Jaden had fought with all her might forher ridiculous idea of freedom, all I could think about was oneword that blared in the back of my mind …mine. I wanted herfury. I wanted her strength. I wanted every goddamn inch of herscreaming underneath me while I drove into her perfect body,claiming everything she had. And then, when I was done, I'd haveher begging for more.
I could see her face now, flushed withdesire and need, my hand wrapped around her throat as I forced herto admit she belonged to me. She'd fight me at first, probablyevery step of the way, but she would soon come to realize who wasin control. She would learn to fear me, respect me, and eventually… love me. I would twist and turn her mind until pleasing me wasthe only thing she craved. It was inevitable. It wouldn't be easy,but I loved the challenge in that. I finally found exactly what Ihad been looking for, and I wasn't going to waitone secondlonger to take it.
I had honestly made up my mind lastnight.
She was so unbelievably mine.
I just wanted to see how much money she wasworth to my clients.
I had placed my bid for the auction duringthe last five seconds of thebiddingand smiled when the alarm sounded, alerting theend of the bids. Pride and excitement had filled my chest as Iwatched the rest of the guards surround my new prize and escort herout of theshowroom. I couldn’twait to see the look on her face when she realized who she finallybelonged to. It was priceless. The shock and sheer terror in hereyes as I had walked through the door would remain forevercherished in the back of my mind.
I sat back and relaxed in my seat as Iwatched Jaden silently and covertly attempt to pull at herrestraints. Her hands were hidden from me as they were tucked toher chest, but I knew what she was doing. The muscles in her armsand shoulders flexed every so often while her breathing pattern,though subtle, grew weary with agitation. She could fight withthose cuffs all she wanted, but she was never getting out of themno matter how hard she tried.
As I ran my fingers through the softness ofJaden’s hair, a small smile crept across my face as the wheels inmy head began to turn, my desire for her surging to an all-timehigh. I had big plans for Miss Jaden Wilder, and my dick couldn'twait to get started.
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The car ride lasted about a half an hour,and for the entire ride, I paid close attention to the turns andthe amount of time it took to reach them. I couldn’t see the roadsfrom where I was sitting, but I could see trees. Many trees. Manypalm trees.
The piece of shit behind me was silent formost of the ride. He paid a lot of attention to his phone, but Iknew he was watching me. I had stared down at the beautiful diamondcuffs, hating everything they represented, and had attempted topull them apart every now and then, but their strength neverceased.
The anxiety was getting to me now as I wondered howthings were going to be as soon as we got “home.” What would “home”be like? Would it be nothing but dark dungeons for me? Or would myowner treat me to a gilded cage of luxury? Somehow, I didn’t thinka man like him would live a life in the slums.
Finally, I could feel the limo slowing as we pulledonto a backroad in a very woodsy area. Within the next fiveminutes, the limo stopped for a split second and carried onthrough. We then passed what looked like a large black and goldgate. It was hard to tell with his knees blocking my vision. As wepulled into a circle drive, I could see a large fountain spewingout crystal clear water surrounded by an array of rose bushes.
Gradually, the grip on my hair tightened and broughtmy attention back to the bag of douche sitting up behind me. “WhenI open this door,” he said, leaning over me, “you’re not going toput up a single ounce of fight or resistance, or I will make yourfirst night here far more memorable than you'll ever want it tobe.”
Like it wouldn’t already scar me for the rest of mylife …
“Fine,” I scoffed. He jerked my hair again sharplyand pulled so hard, I thought the strands would rip from my scalp.“Ah! Yes, sir!” I corrected quickly.
“Much better,” he rumbled and released my hair.
He then opened the door, reached downtomy knees, and lifted me to his chest. I felta small twinge of panic from being lifted like that, but I keptmyself in compliance. He turned and stepped out of the car,clutching me tightly before righting my body and throwing me backover his shoulder. He then put one hand in his pocket and proceededto fucking whistle on his way to the house. I silently shook myhead in protest with a scowl on my face.
The things I could do to him from this position…
Directly in front of me was the gorgeous largefountain in the center of a circle drive with the gate about ahundred yards back. I turned my body slightly to see the house theowner apparently lived in, and it honestly took my breath away.
The house, or mansion I should say, was absolutelystunning and not at all what I expected him to live in. It was anice sandy brick with numerous white paneled bay windows and whitemarble pillars holding up the large dark roof at the front door.Roses and flowers adorned the front and sides of the house thatcomplemented it beautifully.
When we passed through the front door, he gentlyeased me down onto the cold grey-colored marble floor but kept afirm arm around my torso while he pulled out his phone. When he’dfinally deactivated my cuffs, he turned me around and placed hishands on the back of my shoulders.
“Welcome to your new home,” he said in my ear withso much delight it made me want to throw my elbow back into hisface.
I stood there, taking in the scene before me. Wewere standing in a grand foyer with a large enchanting crystalchandelier hanging beautifully above us. A small wooden chair and asmall table was situated across the way from us, while a littletree in a beige planter sat next to it. Standing strong andintricate was a wide and beautiful hardwood staircase that twirledup to the second floor.
