Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
There were more important things to fight for than a quick, meaningless fuck with this man.
“Go fuck yourself,” I said before collapsing back in the chair.
He stood to his full height and shook his head like he was disappointed in me.
I refused to acknowledge the pang of regret that echoed in my chest.
He didn’t back away.
Instead, he pushed a little closer.
His hands hovered at his belt, unmoving.
He wasn’t rushing.
He wanted me to think about it.
To anticipate it.
To wonder—was this about power, about pain, or about something else entirely?
He held my gaze.
Then, deliberately, he unhooked the belt buckle with a soft metallic clink.
One loop at a time, he slid the belt free from his slacks, the leather whispering with each slow tug.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t have to.
The sound alone was a threat.
Finally, he held the belt loosely in one hand, letting it dangle between us.
“I wanted to be nice to you, printsessa.”
My heart raced as I swallowed around the fear I desperately tried to hide.
My breath hitched, and the cold steel on my ankles felt tighter.
He wasn’t rushing.
He wanted me to think about it. To wonder.
Was it punishment? A threat? Or something worse?
“Don’t do me any favors,” I said with more bravery than I felt.
“Fine. If you want to act like a brat, I have no problem punishing you like one.”
CHAPTER 10
ROMAN
With one quick movement, I looped the leather belt around her throat and pulled it tight.
Not tight enough that she couldn’t breathe, but I wanted to make sure she was reminded of who exactly was in charge.
I kept getting the strangest impression that she thought she was.
It was kind of cute, in the same way a kitten hissing at you was cute.
She fought; of course she fought.
Zoya was always going to fight and would not be easily tamed.
Breaking this little wildcat was going to be fun.
It only took me a second to unlock the shackles around her ankles, and when I removed the ones around her wrists, I expected her to lash out and slap me.
She didn’t.
Instead, her survival instincts kicked in and her hands went to the belt around her throat, clawing at it, trying to rip it free.
I pulled on it, forcing her to her feet. Still, she didn’t lash out at me.
I led her around to the other side of the room where there was a small wooden desk that was just the right height, placed near the fireplace.
Not close enough to feel the heat from the flames, but close enough that the warm firelight flickered and danced over her.
Then I bent her over the desk, pressing her down until her ass was in the air, just like it had been in her office.
Fuck me, this was a sight I would never tire of.
Her fighting me, heat and anger coming off her body hot enough to burn, and her tight round ass in the air just begging for my attention.
Who was I to turn down such an inviting offer?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to sink my teeth into the round muscle or get down on my knees and worship the cunt that I knew was wet and aching for me. Or did I just want to mark her?
So many options, so little time.
I bet her pale skin would glow under my attention, together with the firelight. Red stripes lining those perfect curves, the blush of my handprint, telling the world this was mine. I craved it more than I had craved anything in my life.
Would the bite of my hand be enough to tame her? I hoped not.
But there was only one way to find out.
I grabbed the back of her black pants and ripped the silky material down, exposing her white lace panties. As I pushed her shirt up, revealing more of her skin, I ran my fingers from the top of her spine down to the small of her back.
She tried to suppress a shiver, but couldn’t hide it, her back arching into my hand. I gave the leather belt around her neck a little tug when she struggled against my touch.
Her back arched harder, this time not in pleasure but in defiance.
“You fight like a wild thing, printsessa,” I said, not bothering to hide the dark amusement and desire radiating through me.
“And you handle me like a man who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing,” she shot back.
Her anger made my cock throb. I wondered if the rage heating her face made her cunt just as hot.
Taming her was going to be the most challenging thing I had ever done, and I was looking forward to every second of it.
Her audacity, and that smart mouth of hers, were going to get her into trouble. I couldn’t wait to test her limits and push her so far past them they were barely a distant memory.