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“You’re nothing but a criminal, indecent and violent,” she said, her jaw tightening.
“Indecent. Quite frankly, I’ve been called many things but that is new. Perhaps I am. That doesn’t change the fact you’re a very naughty girl and it’s time I do something about it.”
She stiffened, her fingers digging into the edge of the cheap wooden table as she rose to her feet. “Fuck you.”
“That will come soon enough, and I have no doubt the second time will be even sweeter.” I walked closer, prepared for her to bolt. She simply stood her ground. If her eyes had held lasers, I’d have been drilled into ash. That added to the desire that continued to build. “Undress.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged, but it would be such a pity to rid the world of such a beautiful creature.”
Sierra laughed then caught herself, shaking her head. “I don’t have any information for you and even if I knew where the asshole was, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“I assure you that you will in time. As I just said, undress. If I need to ask you again, your punishment will be much worse.”
I continued to admire her chutzpa, her eyes reflecting the hatred she felt for me, but the scent of her fear continued to waft into my nostrils along with the intensity of her desire. The electricity we shared was palpable, and I had difficulty thinking clearly around her. After bringing her inside the house, placing her on the bed after our arrival, I’d remained in the chair close by for almost two hours listening to her soft breathing.
Maybe I did have a conscience after all. My concern that I’d dosed her too heavily had remained in the back of my mind. After fucking her at her house, she’d done everything in her power to get away, forcing me to take more stringent methods of handling her. I hadn’t lied to her. I was a very bad man capable of initiating torturous methods of violence, but never against a woman. That was the one thing my mother had instilled in the beginning, refusing to allow me to become an abusive man.
The irony often brought a chuckle. She’d grown accustomed to my father’s vile methods of dealing with enemies, embracing the fact her two sons would turn into carbon copies, yet had counseled both of us on the appropriate ways to handle a woman.
I would likely disappoint her today given my plans for the beautiful woman standing in front of me.
After giving me a hard look, she lowered her head, fiddling with the dress I’d forced her to wear. While I hadn’t given it any thought, the lovely purple slip of material hugged her every curve, accentuating my prize. My mouth watered as I watched her tugging it over her head, her lower lip quivering while she attempted to remain strong. She threw me another hateful look, her cheeks reddening from embarrassment.
Exhaling, I reached for my belt buckle, and she instantly noticed what I was doing, her breath skipping. It was obvious that other than the spanking I’d given her hours before, she’d never been disciplined in this manner. I’d found it the only way to handle a naughty vixen.
She murmured under her breath as she covered her breasts with her arms, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Her action highlighted her shyness, which fueled my hunger even more.
“Turn around,” I commanded, keeping my voice emotionless.
“I will not.” As soon as she whispered the words, she shook her head. She was an intelligent woman, more so than most. I’d sensed complete recognition once I’d provided my full name. Our family had been in and out of the news for years, including several stories reaching national attention. She knew what she could expect and how I handled business. Yet she refused to give in easily.
That only made me want her even more.
Resigned, she shifted in order to face me, holding her head high. Goddamn, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Lie over the edge of the table.”
I sensed the words ‘fuck you’ were on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped herself just before the words left her mouth. With her hands fisted, she followed my orders, easing over the table, her breathing just as ragged as before.
“I would keep in mind that there is nowhere for you to run. Once the sun comes up, you’ll see we’re in a remote wooded area. There is no one around us, Sierra, no possible way of getting away from me. As I mentioned to you before, I’m the single man who can provide you with what you need. Either it can be extremely pleasurable, or it can be riddled with excruciating anguish. The choice is entirely up to you. This is your new life, your ultimate destiny.”
She lifted her head long enough to smirk. “You mean this is my death. As far as I can tell, my life is already over. I know your kind, filthy men who order men to do their dirty work. How many soldiers do you have protecting the grounds outside? Five? Ten? Since you’re such an important man, I’m certain you need at least several in order to kiss your feet and clean your ass.”
While her antics and caustic words were amusing, I was losing patience with her. I pulled the thick leather under my nose, taking a deep whiff in order to control my anger. The spanking I was prepared to provide was a lesson, fulfilling my sadistic needs.
“My importance means nothing at this moment. However, I suggest you remember your place by my side.”
“You mean underneath you. Right?”
The woman had the kind of moxie that could ultimately get her killed. I walked around the table and as I did, I brushed my fingers through her long hair, moving it to the side. I wanted to see her face when I cracked my belt across her rounded bottom. I needed to experience her anguish, another taste of my control. My cock pressed hard against my jeans, the ache almost as significant as what she’d feel in a few precious minutes.
She shuddered as I rolled the rough pads of my fingers down her arm, taking my time to slide them to the small of her back. The touch of her skin was incredible, as if I was indulging in fingering the wings of a dove. My pulse raced, my muscles tightening as I studied her porcelain face, basking in her long eyelashes and the way her lips remained pursed. When I patted her buttocks, she sucked in her breath, her toes curling.
I slipped my fingers down the crack of her ass, smiling at the fact that I’d take her in her dark hole tonight. Every inch of her belonged to me. The sooner she accepted that, the better.
As I stood back, she threw me another look over her shoulder. I suspected it wouldn’t be her last.
