Page 169 of Brutal Heir

Stepping back, I delivered a well-placed kick. The wood splintered, the door flying open and slamming against the wall with a violent crack.

Sabrina’s wide eyes snapped to mine. She clutched her purse, holding it in front of her like a pathetic shield.

She’d already taken off the jewels. My jewels, a sign of my possession, lay scattered across the desk surface.

“Don’t try to stop me, Sebastian.”

I stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me. Then, without breaking eye contact, I dragged over a nearby chair and wedged it under the handle.

“I don’t believe you fully grasp the situation, my dear.”

“I understand perfectly.”

I shrugged off my jacket, unbuttoned my cuffs, and rolled them up.

“Do you?” I mused. “Then explain it to me.”

She edged backward, using the desk as a barrier. “You’re in some kind of feud with my father, and you’re using me as leverage.”

I advanced, slow and methodical, clapping my hands in mock applause. “Bravo. You’re very close.”

“Yeah, well, I’m done being a pawn. Done being played for a fool. Whatever is going on between you and my father—I want no part of it. I’m going home.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”

There was no escape.

She made a desperate lunge for freedom⁠—

Too late.

I caught her by the hair, yanking her back against me.

She gasped, her body taut with resistance.

But resistance was futile.

I tightened my hold and bent my head to her ear.

“Home?” I murmured darkly. “Sweetheart, you are home.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist, anchoring her to me as she struggled.

She arched back, kicking out. “Let me go, you monster.”

“Never.”

I spun her until she faced me, my grip on her hair forcing her head back. “You’re mine now.”

I crashed my mouth onto hers, claiming, consuming.

She beat her fists against my chest, a feeble resistance that only fueled me further.

I drove my tongue past her lips, deepening the kiss as I walked her backward, pressing her against the cool expanse of the tinted window.

Forcing her legs apart, I stepped between her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress.

I traced the soft skin of her inner thigh, sliding higher until I found the delicate silk of her panties.