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“But, you can’t?—”

“If you choose not to stay here, then you are forfeiting everything. You can go live on the streets for all I care. I wonder what’s going to happen to a pretty thing like you when you try to sleep on a park bench. I hear Central Park can be a little dangerous at night, especially for a little girl like you, all alone in the world.”

“I can make my own way. I am not some helpless damsel in distress.”

“Oh?” I mocked her. “What are you going to do for money?”

“I’m sure I can find a job with?—”

“With what? All of your experience? Do you think someone’s really going to hire some spoiled rich girl who lost her fortune? You weren’t raised to work. You were raised to make a lucrative marriage match—to someone like me.”

My body was still pressed to hers, pinning her against the bookshelf, and I leaned down, about to retake her sweet lips when she pushed up and kissed me.

I let her have control for a moment until she pushed me back again, and this time, she tried to slap me.

I caught her wrist mid-air and used it to flip her around, pressing her front against the bookcase and wedging my foot in between hers.

I kicked her legs out and then gripped both of her wrists in one hand.

“When will you learn that bad things happen to naughty girls that need to be punished?” I growled in her ear as I pressed my hard cock against her ass.

She tried to stop the shiver that ran down her spine, but it was easy to see. She was getting off on this as much as I was.

“Or maybe that’s what you like being?” I said. “Is that it, Stella? Do you want to be my bad girl? Does getting punished make your pussy wet? I bet I could strip you down now, bend you over my desk, and fuck you hard enough to make you scream my name.”

“You’re disgusting.” Her voice was shaking with need.

She probably lied to herself and assumed it was anger, belying how her ass pushed into my hips.

“Maybe, but you like it. What does that make you, I wonder? You can lie to me all you want, but your body tells me how much you want me. Maybe next time you misbehave, I won’t just spank you. I’ll put you on your knees and show you exactly how a good girl behaves. You’d probably like that too, wouldn’t you? I bet your cunt is dripping wet thinking about my cock going deep into your throat. You’ll look so pretty with your golden eyes staring up at me while you swallow my cock.”

“You don’t get to control my life.”

I had to bite back laughter. She couldn’t deny the dirty things I was whispering into her ear, so she tried to change the fucking subject.

“Watch me.”

“No, you’re not my father. You can’t?—”

“Oh, sweet little brat. I have no interest in becoming your father.”

I whipped her around and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and caressing her ass before leaving another sharp swat that made her cry out. “I, however, will be your husband.”

CHAPTER 15

STELLA

“You can’t do this!” I screeched, trying to break free from the hold he had over my legs.

His arm was like a bar holding my thighs to his chest as his shoulder dug into my stomach.

I was trying to claw at his back through the suit that he was wearing, or kick him, anything. It was pointless.

I didn’t see a single maid or butler or anyone in the hallways. They must have heard the commotion and avoided facing it.

The fucking cowards wouldn’t even stand up to their boss when he was doing something they knew was so wrong.

“You can’t do this!” I yelled again, slamming my fist down on his back.