Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Her bottom lip trembled, but the crocodile tears hadn’t spilled yet. She was slipping.
“I can see you in a cute little waitress outfit now. Tell me, how long before the Botox starts wearing off and those little wrinkles in your forehead come back? What about the crow’s feet? How long will your fancy French skincare last before you have to go buy store brand? What are you going to do when your pretty blonde extensions start smelling like the hot grease of the French fries you serve to working single mothers and their sticky-fingered brats?”
That did it. She broke into thankfully silent sobs, tears running down her face. I gave her a minute to wallow in it, in what her future held if she fucked up again.
While she tried to get herself back together, I ran my hand under some cold water before wrapping the wound in a paper towel.
“What can I do? What do you need me to do?”
“You’re going to kill my brother.”
She blinked several times as her mouth dropped open. The moisture in her eyes was already drying. She was almost pretty like that, with her makeup messed up—lipstick smeared, mascara trailing down her face—and her bloodshot eyes making her green irises pop. “You want me to kill Pierce?”
“That has been the plan from the beginning. Make the world believe I’m dead. Kill Pierce and take his place.”
My mother never tired of telling the story of how I was born with my hand wrapped tightly around the umbilical cord…which was wrapped around Pierce’s throat. It was why the doctor wrenched him from her womb first, making him the heir, and me…nothing. The second son. The spare. If only I’d succeeded then…
Skylar kept her back to the counter, circling me and escaping into the living room. She wrung her hands as she turned to face me. “Yes, but you were going to kill him. Not me! I can’t kill Pierce!”
I poured myself another drink. “You, my dear, are going to do exactly as you are told, or I’ll have to assume you are no longer of any use to me.” I allowed the unspoken threat to linger between us. “I don’t pay for things that are of no use to me. So which is it, princess? Are you gonna get your hands dirty and kill my brother, or are you gonna get your hands dirty wiping up after middle class families?”
She broke my gaze to stare at her palms. “I didn’t think you’d really go through with all this. I thought you’d…I don’t know…move on to a different plan. You are not actually planning on killing your own brother, are you?”
I smiled as I raised the glass to my lips. Taking a long swallow of the cheap, gasoline-like liquor, I said, “That is precisely what I plan to do.”
CHAPTER 33
GREYSON
Ilifted her off her feet. Keeping a hand around her throat and an arm around her waist, I carried her from behind to the bed. She kicked out, her body thrashing and bucking.
Bending her over the edge, I tore off her panties, baring her ass. Drawing back my arm, I spanked her right cheek with the flat of my palm, pleased at the satisfying pink blush that bloomed on her skin.
Hailey let out an outraged shriek as she pushed her torso up, trying to rise.
I fisted her hair, keeping her prone and spanked her ass again, this time on the left cheek.
She rose on her toes and swept her hand backward to cover her curves. “How dare you!”
“Move your hand.”
“Fuck you!”
“Move your hand or I’ll spread these cute cheeks of yours and drive my cock straight up your ass.”
“You wouldn’t…don’t you…oh my god! Stop!” She shifted to dig her nails into the back of my hand to try to dislodge my grasp on her hair.
Damned if I didn’t love the way her hips squirmed with each spank. Now that I had her flesh warmed up, I spanked her harder, once on each cheek, wanting to deepen the punishing pink flush.
I spanked her again, getting the tops of her thighs, causing a deeper flush.
“Stop! It hurts!”
“Stop fighting me,” I fired back. “Only bad girls get punished.”
She pounded the bed with her closed fist. “You can take your bad girl bullshit and shove it up your…ow!”
My palm landed on the perfect sweet spot just below her ass cheeks at the junction of her thighs.
Her fiery disobedience was incandescent to behold. Like a moth I was drawn to her flame, knowing if I weren’t the death of her, she’d certainly be the death of me.
As much as I was enjoying this, if my cock got much harder, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. I needed to sink into her…now.
I shifted to stand behind her. Kicking her legs open, I cupped her pussy.