Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
And you definitely never question; do you have any idea how close you are to being hurt?” I took a minute to cool the fuck down because I was angrier than I’d thought.
I felt like we’d lost something in the last couple of hours, something that unraveled a lot of what we had gained in the last week and a half.
“You have anything you want to say to me?”
“I’m sorry.” Her voice though not exactly scared was worried. She was beginning to see the enormity of her fuck up.
“Yeah, and why’s that?” I got closer to her until she could feel my breath on her face.
“Because I…I was wrong?” She said it more like a question than a statement and I wasn’t quite satisfied.
“Not fucking good enough. You signed on the dotted line so that means you’re mine. You don’t get to pull this shit before we even get started and that shit about Marion and I playing you is a fucking insult. Learn something about your man here and now Gabriella.” I spat her name out angrily.
“I’m no fucking little boy to be playing games. You’ve never seen the wrong side of me and I pray you never do but I gotta tell you, you’re real fucking close right now. You make this the last time you question my manhood. Go to your room.”
I didn’t stick around to watch her walk away but headed for my study. Something about that whole thing was fucking with my head. I’m not such a fucking dog that I wouldn’t remember a woman I’d fucked, no matter how long ago it had been.
I didn’t have indiscriminate sex, didn’t do one-night stands, not since my college days anyway. No, that whole scene smacked of bullshit.
I should’ve got her name but there was always ways around everything. Whatever she was up to, I wasn’t going to be ambushed again. Fuck her anyway. I was more concerned with Gabriella and her bullshit.
Here I was thinking we’d made so much progress, that we’d come so far in such a short time. I hadn’t spent all our time together teaching her how to fuck, or how I like my cock to be sucked. I’ve been grooming my little princess, showering her with attention and gifts and everything she needs from me to feel safe.
There was nothing she couldn’t ask me. Nothing I haven’t done for her to show her how much she means and there’s still so much more, but I was sure she knew. How could she doubt? That more than anything else cut me deep. Not the pain in her eyes from whatever she thought my past had to do with us here and now, but the fact that she felt threatened by it.
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Chapter 20
I stayed away from her for the rest of the afternoon while I tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. No amount of digging into my memory banks produced a name to go with the face, though I had the feeling that I’d seen her somewhere before. I just couldn’t put my finger on where.
I could pull some strings and have a look at the security cameras from the MET but then what? That would still get me no closer to finding out who she was and what she might be up to. Plus it would show my hand and she’d know that I see it as more than just an innocent passing.
Had she not upset Kitten as much as she had I would let it go. But when I chose to go after that little girl, to make her mine, to dominate, I also made the choice to protect. Her heart, her mind, her body, they were all mine to protect.
Today someone had hurt that heart, and though I’m mad at her for what she’d done, I’d be fucked if I was going to let someone else hurt what’s mine. First Marion, then the boy now this shit. No, I think it is high time I sent out the message ‘Don’t fuck with my shit’.
I had myself back under control in a few hours and went to her room. She was curled in a ball and I could tell from the tracks on her face that she’d cried herself to sleep. My heart clenched at the sight and it hurt me that she was hurt. I would never have hurt her in a thousand years if it were up to me, I would shield her form all life’s vagaries.
I ran my fingers softly through her hair as I looked down on my little sleeping beauty. I should wake her with a kiss, but there was a protocol to these things. A quick glance at the literature she had spread out on the sheets beside her told me she’d been trying to find out how to fix her fuck up. So as much as I wanted to gather her up and soothe her aching heart, she needed to do this the right way.