Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Your pussy told another story,” I retort, throwing her a simple glance that makes her eyes widen.
I love getting her all worked up. What can I say? I’m fucked up in the head but mostly fucked up because of my addiction to her.
“I was young and dumb,” she spits back, turning her head so she doesn’t have to look at me and get all flustered from the memories.
But looking away won’t make her forget about me. And I won’t fucking let her.
“So why did you want to marry me again? Or is all of this just out of spite, to taunt me because you hate me so much for denying you?”
“It’s more than that, and you know it,” I reply, licking my lips at the thought of finally having my way with her and making her mine.
“Oh, please.” She rolls her eyes. “As if you didn’t hate his guts and weren’t happy to take his place.”
Sudden rage overcomes me, and I grab her cheeks and force her to look at me. “Do not talk about my brother like that.”
“Why? Am I getting too close to the truth?” She gazes up at me with a courageous look in her eyes.
It’s about time I snuffed out some of that resistance.
My brother meant everything to this family and to our business. He was all the things I could never be. And I fucking knew this long ago.
He’d be the one to rule, and I was the one who was going to go rogue. But his death made me the only successor, and I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity go to waste.
I lean into her as she looks out the window, determined of her win, and whisper, “You’ll regret everything you said soon enough.”
Just as her eyes turn to meet mine, the car stops. We’ve finally arrived at the building that leads up to the luxurious penthouse I call my home. The driver steps out, all while my eyes remain hooked onto hers, neither of us daring to look away. Not even as the driver opens my door and then hers.
When she attempts to climb out, I grasp her wrist. “No games. You run … you lose.”
“I already lost the second I said ‘yes’ to you,” she seethes, jerking her wrist free. “Now, are you going to let me go up, or do you want to carry me there?”
I can’t fucking wait to bury myself in that sassy mouth of hers.
Clearing my throat, I adjust my blazer before I step out of the car and shut the door behind me. Jill stands in front of the building, looking up in awe at its magnitude. I doubt her father ever owned such a prestigious place. I know they did well with all the deals with the Americans, but it’s my family’s connections that drive the business here in the Netherlands. Which makes us an invaluable partner to them. One they can’t afford to lose. And they’ll do anything, and I mean anything, to keep our relations … civil.
Lucky fucking me.
I walk over to her. “Impressive, isn’t it?” I hold out my hand.
She looks at it like it’s dirty. “Now you want to pretend to be all chivalrous?”
“I’m not pretending. I’m showing you my best side,” I say. “But don’t get used to it.”
The annoyed look on her face is priceless.
I lead her up the staircase and open the door for her. “After you.”
She rolls her eyes as if she doesn’t know whether to hate me or hate herself for thinking I might be kinder than she thought.
Well, that kindness will end the second she’s inside my home.
If only she knew all the wicked, dirty things I had in mind since the second she crashed the wedding.
“Good morning, sir,” the receptionist says. “I hope your wedding went well.”
“It was perfect, thank you,” I respond.
“Not the woman I presumed you would come home with,” she adds.
“No, I’m her sister,” Jill sneers. “I hate his guts and only married him to save her.”
The receptionist laughs. “Sounds like you’ll have your hands full with this one, sir.”
“Oh, yes … I definitely will,” I reply, pushing Jill toward the elevator.
She looks wholly confused as we step inside. “Why doesn’t she care?”
Grabbing her arms, I pull her close right before the doors shut. “Jill, do you think I wouldn’t take precautions?” I lift her chin with my index finger. “I own everyone who works here.”
She swallows, visibly shaken by the power I hold.
“And now, I own you.”
I lean in and attempt to kiss her again, but she turns her head, denying me.
So I grab her waist and shove her against the elevator wall, not allowing her a second to breathe as I invade her space, planting my hand against the wall right beside her head. “Deny me, fight me, I don’t care, but I will have what I want.”