I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her onto the bed, moving around her at the same time. I slept in the nude, so I was prepared for what would happen next. I yanked her bottoms and panties off until my cock was pressed right between her ass cheeks. I grinded against her, her hands pinned behind her back while my other hand held her by the neck. “I was hoping you would do that.”
She breathed deeply underneath me, her body trying to fight me during her panic. “Don’t—”
I pressed my tip to her entrance, sliding my head inside. I was greeted by her tightness, and I moaned automatically when I realized how much her pussy would squeeze my dick. “It’s time to punish you.”
“No.” She bucked her hips back, but that didn’t stop me.
“I’m gonna fuck you, London. And I’m gonna fuck you hard.”
She bucked against me again and began to scream even though Finley wouldn’t do a damn thing. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, and I’ll never do it again. Just please don’t. Please…” Her body lay on top of the bedding, her pussy still mine to take.
“If I begged you to stop, would you have stopped?”
She was silent since we both knew the answer.
“Cry all you want. I’ll just enjoy it even more.” I slid my cock farther inside, aroused by the moisture that met me.
“No! Please.” She panted underneath me, desperation in her voice. “Don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. You’re better than this.”
I laughed even though she wasn’t trying to be funny. “I’m definitely not better than this. I stole you, so I’m not above using you.”
“Hit me. Break me. Kill me. Just please don’t do this…”
Inexplicably, those words sank into me—right to the bone. She preferred death over sex, and that pulled at my misplaced compassion. The head of my cock was still inside her, feeling the wet moisture. “Why are you wet then, Lovely?” I didn’t pull my dick out because it felt too incredible inside her. So soft. So warm.
She breathed heavily underneath me, her face pressed into my sheets.
“I asked you a question.” I tightened my grip on her wrists and squeezed her neck.
She twisted her head, trying to free herself from the hold. “I’m attracted to you…”
My fingers immediately relaxed around her throat, those words soothing on my ear. Her confession was so honest and so embarrassing. I was taking her against her will, and she still got wet for me. It truly was humiliating—for her.
“But I don’t want this. Maybe my body does, but I don’t. So have some compassion, and let me go.”
My hand still clamped her wrists together, and I struggled to release her. Knowing she wanted my cock made me want to keep going. My attraction to her doubled within seconds. Now I wanted her sensually, her legs wrapped around my waist as we moved together in mutual passion.
Not like this.
I found the strength to release her and pull the tip of my cock out. The second my wet cock felt the air of my bedroom, he twitched in frustration. I didn’t pull on a pair of boxers because I wasn’t ashamed of my nakedness.
London breathed a sigh of relief when I let her go, but she still hid her face. Her ass was still in the air and her panties around her ankles.
I forced myself to look away because it just made me harder. “I suggest you get dressed and leave before I change my mind.”
She snapped out of it and pulled her clothes back on. She refused to meet my gaze before she darted out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind her.
I sat at the edge of the bed and tried to make sense of what just happened. I had every right to fuck her. After all, she had just tried to kill me in my sleep—a coward’s attempt. I owned her. She was my four-million-dollar collateral that I took from Joseph. If I wanted to fuck her, I could. If I wanted to snap her neck, I could.
I could do whatever I damn well pleased.
But something held me back. She begged me not to rape her, and somehow, I caved. I still wanted her, but I managed to step away. When she told me she was attracted to me, that gave me some form of satisfaction. Her body wanted me even if her mind loathed me.
That would have to be enough—for now.
I didn’t see her the following day because she stayed in her bedroom the entire time. She was probably trying to avoid me after the ordeal in the middle of the night. I couldn’t blame her. My cock was an inch inside of her, and all her body could do in response was get wet.
I was remembering the feel of her tight pussy around my head when Ariel walked in.
“The helicopter is arranged for this evening. He’s bringing a few men along.”
“That’s fine.” I never expected him to come alone. Very rarely did I go anywhere without protection.
“Also, Joseph Ingram is on the line.”
My fingertips were resting on my lips, but I immediately pulled them away when I heard her announcement. My hand formed a fist. “What did he say?”
“Nothing. Just said he wanted to speak to you.”
“He has a lot of nerve…”
“You did tell him not to save her. But you never said he couldn’t contact you.”
I was too angry to smile. “You’re right…as usual.”
“I’m surprised he still wants her back. She’s insufferable, if you ask me.”
“I’m surprised you would say that.” I continued the conversation but considered what I would say to Joseph when I got on the line.
“Why?”
“You remind me of each other. Both spitfires.”
Ariel rolled her eyes in an affectionate way. “He’s on line one.” She walked out, this time closing the door behind her.
I stared at the satellite phone sitting on my desk, the one I used for work that was synced to Ariel’s line. I watched it for several heartbeats before I finally took the call. “Hello, Joseph.” I planned to say as little as possible, forcing him to speak with just my silence. But he better cut to the chase because I had shit to do. It gave me some sick satisfaction that his sister was attracted to me despite the fact that she was my prisoner. I already felt like I had gotten my revenge with that alone.
“Hello, Mr. Donoghue.”
Good start.
“I know you have London, and I haven’t made any attempts to get her back.”
Because you’re a pussy.
“But I hope you’ll reconsider letting her go.”
“Why would I do that?” I stared at my watch, seeing the minute hand circle round and round.
“She’s just an innocent girl.”
“She’s not a girl,” I said with a laugh. “She’s all woman.”
Joseph fell silent at the implication of my words, the vein in his forehead probably throbbing.
“And it’s not gonna happen. I’ve decided what to do with her. She’ll be leaving in a few days. Where she’ll go…not for me to know.”
“What do you mean?” Instead of keeping his cool, Joseph’s panic escaped in his tone.
“A friend of mine is coming to dinner tonight. He has a preference for slaves. I’m going to introduce her to him and tell him what her price is.”