CHAPTER TWELVE
TONY MARINO
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I slam the door to my office and feel the potent mix of rage and desire flowing through my veins.
I could have fucked Stella Voss on the floor of my parlor, and there’s nothing she could have done about it.
Her hound dogs, though, they would’ve attempted to breach my security and burst into the room. Making a mess.
More bodies to dispose of. It’s costly business.
I will have her.
In one week.
She’ll be wearing our wedding dress, and I’ll lay her out on the bed, tie her to the four pillars and rip the white silk from her body.
I hope she likes to be whipped.
Nothing makes me harder than seeing red welts on a woman’s skin, especially one who has disobeyed or challenged me.
I am disappointed with Victor. He assured me his daughter was compliant and would marry me without any resistance.
Oh, she’s going to resist. I see it in her eyes.
How does it feel to be sold?
I pick up the phone and press the button that goes through to my assistant.
“Hello sir.”
“Have the order you prepared sent to Ms. Voss.” I growl, rubbing my groin. “Make sure it is packaged as I instructed.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hang up and pace in front of the fireplace.
“Fuck,” I palm the mantelpiece and unzip my pants with my other hand.
The sooner she becomes my wife, the better.
Victor owing me millions might just be the best thing that ever happened to me. Obtaining Stella as my new asset—which she is—as payment for his debts is exciting.
At least it was while going to plan.
Then I saw her large bodyguard looking at me like, if only he had three minutes alone with me, he’d slit my throat.
I plan to get to him first.
Enjoy your boyfriend—we marry in a week.
I meant what I said. I have no feelings for her, so she can fuck him all she wants for the next few days, and then she belongs to me.
Him, I will deal with.
She won’t be bringing her security with her on the wedding day or any day after that. The things I plan to do to her, men like him would skin me for.
I grin, palming my cock and begin stroking.
Perhaps a week, naked and hungry, will be a good start at reprogramming my sassy future wife.
I will feed her my cock, and that is it.
Images of her on her knees with my shaft sliding down her throat, welts on her body and her cunt free and ready for whenever I want it has me rock fucking hard.
“Fuck.” I stroke harder and faster.
No man will go near her or see her once she’s mine.
In fact, there’s no reason to socialize her or let her roam free. I’m not a king or public leader who needs a wife to meet societal expectations.
I bet she screams.
Yes!
As I come, grunting, I make a mental note to get the room next to my master bedroom reinforced to keep Stella Voss secure.
My betrothed just got promoted to a sex slave... and anything else I decide she should be.
Her life belongs to me.