Page 36 of Vicious Games

I slapped the leather against my palm a second time. “I’m not a patient man, Aurora.”

“I’ll scream for help.”

“And none will come.”

Her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Come on, baby. Show me your tits, like that first night we met.”

Her eyes flashed with indignant anger.

Good. I wanted her angry. I wanted her furious. Hate fucks were more satisfying when everyone was playing the game.

“You mean the first time you attacked me?”

“No, I mean the time your parents sold you to me like a piece of meat.”

She rose to her full height, crossed to one of the silver candlesticks and kicked it so hard it fell on its side, then rolled off the table to crash onto the floor. “Fuck you, Roman.”

I smirked. “Agreed, now we’re just talking price. Oh, wait, I’ve already paid for your services. If I recall, every piece of clothing on your back, every morsel you eat, and that soft bed you sleep in are all provided by me.”

Her eyes widened. “Take it all back then, asshole.”

She ripped at the fastening of her skirt. It fell over her hips to pool at her feet. She kicked it toward me. She was now standing in only a bra and a scrap of lace for panties with a pair of leather boots that reached just over her knees.

She was glorious in her indignant, incandescent rage.

Goddammit. This woman was going to be my wife if I had to become the devil himself to make it happen.

With each day that passed, she was becoming bolder and more empowered, able to take me on like no other woman had ever tried. I had seen it all in her eyes the first time I had finally stood in her presence. She may be young, but there was fire and intelligence there. She would make a spectacular mother for my children.

But first, I needed to prove to her I was still in charge.

This was my game, not hers, and there would be only one winner… me.

I leaned low and with my right arm, I swept her legs, knocking her off her feet.

She screamed as she fell.

I caught her in my arms before her pert little backside could connect with the hard surface of the table. I then flipped her body over my shoulder and carried her kicking and screaming across the room.

She beat her fists against my back. “Put me down!”

I stood her on her feet, but before she could react, I turned her around to face the wall. I snatched one of her narrow wrists in my hand and stretched her arm up high. Draping my belt over my shoulder, I used one of the gold tasseled ropes that dangled from the ancient tapestries to secure her wrist.

“What are you doing? Stop!” She pulled on the trapped wrist, but my knot stayed firm.

While she was distracted, I grabbed her other wrist and did the same, wrapping the thick gold rope around her wrist several times.

“This isn’t funny, Roman. Release me now.”

“What’s the matter, baby girl? Don’t enjoy playing the whore anymore?”

“Let me go!”

I fisted her hair and wrenched her head back to growl into her ear, “Never.”

I then pulled the leather belt from my shoulder and raised my arm. She was facing the wall, so she’d never see the strike coming. I swung my arm and struck her in the center of her ass cheeks.

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