Page 23 of Sinfully His

“If you must know, I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to freak out and lock me in my room.”

“Your mother would punish you for being attacked?”

“My mother would punish me for breathing her fucking air,” she fired back, and I had to admit there was a small part of me that was a little impressed that she swore. A swelling of something warm spread in my chest as she stood up for herself, almost like I was a little proud of her for it. I was definitely amused by it.

“Such a dirty mouth on you. Does your mommy know that her little princess has the mouth of a whore?” I taunted.

After our little encounter, I had spent hours trying to figure out what the best play was with Rose. I hadn’t expected her to be so different from everyone else I knew in these circles. There was no way I could have expected her. I needed to re-evaluate the way she was going to be most useful.

Obviously, I was going to corrupt the innocent little girl, and I was going to make her completely inappropriate for any society match. That went without saying, but I wanted to figure out the most effective way to truly bring Mary Quinn down using Rose. After all, just turning her sweet little Rose into a slut would not be enough.

There were too many ways to spin it so it wouldn’t destroy Mary Quinn at all.

She could claim her daughter had an addiction and send her to rehab, where it would be just as easily forgotten as the next inevitable society scandal.

Mary Quinn’s reputation had already survived so much, because she was crafty, manipulative, and ruthless. I needed to have something she couldn’t spin. I knew Rose was the way to do it, and so far, the best path that I had come up with was turning the sweet, innocent little Rose against her mother.

It wouldn’t be hard. Everyone who paid attention knew Mary Quinn was a shit mother. Just the stories the staff had overheard Amelia telling Luc were enough for me to know that if the truth came out, it would destroy Mary Quinn. But I couldn’t be the oneto bring that truth out. If anyone remembered what Mary Quinn accused me of, it would seem self-serving, too heavy-handed and too easy to see through.

It had to be someone who had suffered at her hand recently. Someone above reproach, someone that could make Mary Quinn out to be the villain and not the victim.

There was no other choice, it had to be my angel. But to get this timid, sweet little angel to bite, I was going to have to break her. I was going to have to push her in a way that would have her rebelling against her mother and obeying me. She had the fire inside. I just needed to stoke her anger into rage.

Thankfully, God had a plan and so did I. Rose was a natural submissive. That would be the key. I needed to balance her pleasure and her pain. I needed her to crave me and hate her mother.

This was going to be so much fun.

“I am a grown woman. I can say what I like,” Rose said, sticking out her chin in defiance.

“Really, then why didn’t you say anything when your mother volunteered you to work with me on the Christmas bazaar?”

“Maybe it’s because I like the Christmas bazaar,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor.

That was good to know. She could lie, she could even lie convincingly, but she couldn’t look me in the eye when she did it. I wondered if that was because I made her come, or because of the collar, or because she wanted to be my good girl?

“No, you started to tell your mommy you didn’t want to do it, but she talked over you and you just folded. Is it because your mommy decides what you get to do?” I asked, pouting my lips and being sure to emphasize the word mommy just to get on her nerves.

“I am twenty-two years old,” she said, sticking out her chest like she was trying to make herself seem bigger.

All I had to do was take a single step forward to have her backing down, shying away from me. That single step had her backed against the wall. Right where I wanted her.

Taking another step forward, I blocked her in completely. She was stuck, and the way her eyes darted around the room and then back to mine told me she knew it.

“Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic that you’re twenty-two years old and still listen to what your mommy says? You still decide based on what your mommy wants.” I clicked my tongue. “So disappointing.”

“Shut up,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes back on the floor.

“Tell me, angel, do you always listen to what your mommy says?” I said, pushing her just a little further, knowing she was about to break.

“I said shut up.” This time, her voice was louder, firmer, and she looked up at me, her emerald eyes lighting up with fury.

I slammed my lips against hers in a kiss that was punishing. Her lips opened to mine immediately. Her body pressed against me like she couldn’t get enough. She didn’t just open to me and allow me to take her lips. She kissed me back, and it was incredible.

That was the fire I needed, that was the anger and the defiance that I knew she had in her, but they were never to be directed at me.

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall, not hurting her, not yet. Just holding her there, letting her feel the strength in my hand and knowing that if I decided to, I could hurt her.

The second my fingers wrapped around her throat, the fire in her eyes changed. She was still pissed, still defiant, but she liked my hand on her. Fuck, this girl was full of surprises.

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