Chapter 6
“Do you want a chance to rethink those words, little one?”
It had never been my intention to fuck her in the courthouse, but if she continued to defy me, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
The idea of bending her over that nearby conference table and pounding my cock into her from behind until she screamed for mercy had a strong appeal.
This lack of control was not characteristic of me, but there was something about her.
I had to resist the urge to squeeze her throat tighter until I controlled the very breath that entered her lungs. I wanted her on her knees, begging me for her very life.
I wanted her grateful for the slightest kindness I deemed to show her.
I wanted her.
Pure and simple.
Wanted her in a way I hadn’t wanted another woman… in well… a very long time.
It didn’t make sense, but then again, I wasn’t exactly thinking with my brain.
Logic had no place in this.
“You may be able to force a puppet judge to take my fortune, but even you couldn’t force me to marry you.”
My thumb brushed over her lower lip. “So naive.”
Poor little thing didn’t realize just how much power I wielded in this city.
If I wanted her for my wife, she could protest all the way to the altar, and it wouldn’t make a difference.
She would be my wife.
Morally wrong? Probably. Not that I gave a damn. “Keep fighting me, and there will be consequences.”
I backed up just enough to let her body slide down mine before stepping away from her.
Stella’s gaze darted around the room while she gripped both sides of her shirt, trying to cover her full breasts with her hard nipples peeking through the delicate pink lace of her bra.
“Consequences?” She barked out a laugh. “What more could you do? You’ve already taken everything from me.”
“I haven’t begun to take from you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise. I have decided you will be useful for my future plans. And I won’t allow your childish temper tantrums to stand in the way of what will be a lucrative and beneficial merger of assets between us.”
“A merger! Do you hear yourself? It’s a marriage, not a business deal.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Same difference as far as I’m concerned.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, you can just merge your assets with some other woman, because I’m not interested.”
My fingertips rubbed the center of my forehead. Fuck, I hated tedious complications. “Once again, you are assuming you have a choice. I’m not sure how I can make myself clearer. This is happening.”
She bared her teeth. “Over my dead body.”
I chuckled as I shrugged out of my suit jacket. Twisting off first the left, then the right diamond cufflink, I said, “That could be arranged. After the honeymoon, of course.”
Stella lurched backward as if she’d been struck. “I’ll go to the media.”
“I control the media.”
“The police then.”
“Them too.”
She slid along the wall farther away from me. “You can’t get away with this.”
The heavy cufflinks clattered against the conference table surface as I tossed them aside before reaching for the buckle of my belt. “I already have.”
Her eyes widened. “Stay away from me.”
“No.” I unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled it from the loops.
I bent the belt in half, then tested it against my thigh. The leather did give a satisfying snap, and the sting was intense. Perfect for what I needed it for.
“What are you going to do with that belt?” Her voice was shaking as she pressed her body against the wall.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I growled, reaching out and wrapping my hand in her hair before pulling her away from the wall and bending her over the large conference table in the middle of the room.
I held her down by the hair with one hand, then lifted her skirt and pulled down her white satin panties with the other.
Her ass was a perfect, unblemished porcelain white.
It was probably why she was such a brat. She had never been punished.
That changed now.
Her entire body tensed as the belt made a whispered slice through the air before it cracked against her delicate flesh, leaving a bright red streak diagonally across both cheeks.
She squirmed under my grip, but I pressed her down harder, not letting her move as she cried out.
I let the belt fly again, crossing the first mark with another. Then again and again as her screams and yelps morphed into sobs.
“Someone help me!”
“No one can hear your screams,” I leaned down to whisper in her ear while my hand ran over the red-hot skin of her ass.
“I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please. It hurts.” She sounded so sweet begging, but that didn’t stop my hand from moving down her punished ass to in-between her thighs.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I felt. Her pussy was swollen, aching for me, and practically dripping wet. Had she been this wet when I sucked on her sweet little nipples, or was it my kiss? Or perhaps she got off on being spanked?
Interesting.
My fingers explored between her soaked lips to find her impossibly tight little channel. “I haven’t begun to hurt you. You’re about to learn the painful cost of crossing me.”
I slid two fingers in deep, pressing against her G spot as I watched her squirm and cry for me. My thumb moved down to her clit and worked in quick little circles.
Her tight cunt pulsed around my fingers, showing me how good she would feel impaled on my cock.
“Oh, God. Please, don’t!” she begged again as she rose on her toes.
Her pleas sounded so sweet on her lips.
“Are you beginning to understand, little pet? I own you. And no one would dare try and save you from me.”