Page 53 of Bad for You

“Seeing as you finally found your balls—”

“Knock it off.”

This seductress shit won’t fly with me because she can try every trick in the book, but I would rather cut off my dick than succumb to her ways.

“We all have wants in this world that need to be fulfilled. You fulfill mine. I fulfill yours.”

She just confirmed what I always knew to be true. She knows where Lewis is, and it seems the only way to make her talk is to fuck her.

What a predicament I find myself in.

I stand feet above her, but her small stature doesn’t fool me like it would most. I’ve seen this woman take down men three times her size. But I now see her greatest weapon is the air of seduction she carries to make men grovel on their knees.

So I decide to do the complete opposite.

The way her nipples press against the thin material of her nightgown and the throbbing at the side of her throat are all dead giveaways that she’s affected by me, which I plan on exploiting for my own gain—something she taught me.

I stop fighting and allow her to rub over my cock, wanting her to see that she can go to town all she wants, but I’m going to be softer than Justin Bieber.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re just not doing it for me.”

She appears genuinely upset as I assume no man has ever said such a thing to her. But no man has ever despised her more than me.

But this is something I can use because sex is power, which is what she just tried to prove. She just didn’t think it wouldbackfire. But it’s worked in my favor because she taught me that every predator disguises himself to lure in his prey.

She really shouldn’t have underestimated me.

She opens her mouth, but I spin her around, trapping her against the counter as I press my chest into her back. She smells like flowers. I want to puke from the sickly sweet scent.

“I know what you’re doing,” I say into her ear.

She tries to buck me off, but we both know if she wanted to get free, she could.

She likes this.

“And I’m surprised. Is this why youadoptedme?” I don’t hold back on the sarcasm because never once have we been one big happy family.

I have never seen her as a mother figure.

Nor have I seen Valentina as my sister.

We are not a family in that sense.

Which is why I have no qualms lifting the hem of Gianna’s nightgown and exposing her bare ass. It’s a great ass; too bad it belongs to the she-devil in heels.

I smack her ass—hard. So hard that she propels up the counter from the force.

She splays her hands on the marble, but it’s no use when I smack her again.

“Is this what you want? Actually, you know, don’t answer that because I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

I smack her ass one last time before spinning her back around. Her eyes are wide. Lips parted. Her breaths fast.

I look at her with nothing but loathing.

She awaits further command, which, again, surprises me. She exerts nothing but control, but in the bedroom, is she a sub?

I guess there’s only one way I’ll ever know.

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