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“You… you are going to make me a whore, aren’t you?”
The air in my lungs leaves in a harsh exhale. “What?”
“The woman said that all of your whores get the same treatment.”
Goddamn. Aribella is far from a whore. She will never know the likes of what that life is about. “No. You are not a whore, and you won’t be one either.”
The look of distrust is written in her eyes. It’s clear as day that she will not believe me. Hell, I’ve treated her like property, and I plan to do more to her to make her scream my name. But to make her a whore? Never. She’s mine dammit.Mine!
“My brother sold me to you, well bartered to you for his life. That makes me property.” Her shoulders slump and she glares at the mirror.
“Aribella, change out of the dress and into something better.”
“I can’t. All the dresses are the same. High slits with a cinched waist.”
Growling, I pull Aribella to my office. I'm so livid right now. At myself, mostly because I called the wrong crew in. Yes, the crew has helped every one of the high dollar escorts in my business to become successful, professional looking. It isn’t suitable for a queen.
“You will tell me everything the women said and then I’m going to have someone fix this.”
We are late for dinner, and I’m irritated, but Aribella is happier. I cannot change her hair, but the clothing was fixable. She sits next to me in yellow button-down blouse and silk trousers. I never thought I’d let anyone have their way, but it seems I’m doing a lot of things differently.
“When we are done, I will show you to the library. Anything in there is yours to enjoy.”
Her eyes light up. “Thank you.” It’s the first time I’ve heard a genuine thank you from her, and it makes little sparks of joy go off in my mind. Dammit, I’m falling fast and hard for her. I don’t think I’m going to hold off on fucking her. Even if I do want to hear her beg me.
“Also, um…” She blushes and gives me a giggle. Oh, I want to hear that more often. “I appreciate you not making me wear those dresses.”
I reach out for her hand and squeeze it. “You will wear dresses on occasion, but you should be comfortable here as this is your home.”
Aribella doesn’t move to take her hand away from me, so I lace our fingers together. “Are you done eating?”
“Yes.” As I stand up, she comes with me without an argument or hesitation.
Opening the doors to the library, the gasp I receive is worth it. I’ve never used the area because I don’t read much. It’s a two-story area that houses every book that I could think of to get. There’s nothing new in this library, but by the way Aribella is acting, it doesn’t matter.
“Espresso is going to love this. There’s even a wonderful window seat for him to look out and watch the birds.”
She’s apparently forgotten that I’m holding her cat hostage. I should let her have this moment. To enjoy the library with her extremely playful cat. Hell, I even went down to check on the damn thing. He perched himself on the cat tower while enjoying a stuffed animal. He was swishing his tail as one of my guards stroked his fur.
Lucky bastard. Unfortunately, I cannot let her have this moment. She must understand this is a privilege, and her cat isn’t free. I watch as she twirls around, gasping as she reads the spines of the books.
“Aribella, you aren’t getting your cat, so he won’t be enjoying this room with you.”
The light in her eyes and smile on her lips disappear. I have to be a bastard, don’t I? It could have been easy to take her to get her pet and enjoy this room with him. Instead, I’m playing my part…simply because she must learn who’s in charge here.
The way she’s walking back toward the door of the library, I can tell she’s hurt. I did that. Fuck, why do I care? I’ve always been a coldhearted son of a bitch, but I can’t stand how she's looking at me.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Her pretty, sad eyes look over my face and she's on the verge of tears. "I think it would be wise if I went to bed. That way I…"
"I don't recall approving that." Yeah, I cut her off. Aribella tempts me, even when she disobeys. Hell, especially when she disobeys me.
Before she can react, I plunge my hands through her hair and kiss those pouty lips. We mesh well, and when she's not fighting me, it's a beautiful ballet we dance.
Aribella's body relaxes as I plunder her mouth. There are tiny moans coming from her as she runs her hands up my stomach. As I deepen the kiss, she pushes away from me and bolts out the door. The laughter bubbles up inside of me, taking over. She's driving me insane.
"You'll break soon enough,mi reina," I call out to her while I watch that curvy ass of hers climb the stairs.
