Page 43 of Sinister Games

“You can’t really think that I’m going to drop out of school? I’m here on a student visa. I would have to leave the country.”

“Your permanent visa is already being taken care of.”

“What do you mean—” She took another breath and tried a half smile. “Let’s back up here.” Flipping her hands between us, she said, “We have only just met, as in three days ago. Don’t get me wrong, I like you. I really like you but you can’t expect me to change my entire life for a guy I’ve just met.”

That was where she was wrong.

It wasn’t her fault. She needed to learn that I was in charge now.

“I want you to listen very carefully because, as I know I have mentioned before, I don’t like repeating myself,” I growled.

Elizabeth stilled her frantic efforts to leave the car. Her body tensed as she refused to meet my gaze. Good, my little bird was smart enough to realize she had crossed the line. Daddy was angry now.

Fisting her loose locks in my hand, I forced her head back. “Apparently, I haven’t made myself clear these past two nights, so let me be very clear now. You’re mine. End of story. And what’s mine, I protect.”

Watching the movement of her throat as she swallowed nervously, vivid memories of my shaft shoved down her throat not twelve hours earlier came back fierce and strong, sending blood straight to my cock.

Enough with words.

My mouth crashed down onto hers as I pushed her against the back cushions. I needed to erase the memory of another man’s hands on her. Struggling in my embrace, she kept her teeth clamped shut as she tried to turn her head away. Twisting my fist in her hair, my free hand cupped her jaw, pressing the tips of my fingers into her cheeks till the pain forced her mouth open.

I then claimed what was mine.

Sweeping my tongue in to taste her fear, I kept my grip on her face to make sure she didn’t bite down. Her legs kicked out as I swallowed her screams. Pushing my other hand between her thighs, I palmed her pussy through the denim.

It wasn’t long before she was grabbing my hair and moaning as she pressed her body against my hand. Flicking the button to her jeans, I slowly pulled down the zipper. Curious, I spared a quick glance to check the color of her panties. They were a pale pink with little white polka dots. I teased the edge with a single fingertip. Caressing her flat stomach as I pulled her panties down.

“Oh, God, Richard!”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

“Were you a bad girl today?” My finger dipped inside her panties and slid along the seam.

Elizabeth moaned and bucked in my arms.

“Answer me. Were you a bad girl?”

Her beautiful evergreen eyes shone with sparks of gold as she tried to focus past her rising lust.

Leaning in, I gently bit her soft earlobe as I palmed one perfect breast through her sweater, pleased to see my jewelry gift pinned just above her heart. “Say it. Say you were a bad girl.”

Nuzzling her head under my jaw, she inhaled deeply before whispering, “I was a bad girl.”

Placing a hand under her chin, I turned her face to mine. She looked like a little girl about to be punished… probably because that was precisely what was about to happen.

“Again.”

“I was a bad girl,” she repeated, slightly louder.

“Again,” I demanded. I loved hearing the kinky phrase coming from those innocent lips.

“I was a bad girl. A very bad girl,” she purred as her hand slipped inside my jacket to rub against my chest.

“Beg me to punish you.”

Her eyes lowered.

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