So many thoughts rushed through my head as I walked past the empty corridors, all of which were consumed by that damn woman. She was a fighter, I had sensed that the moment I met her, but she had no clue what she was up against.
It should've been easy for her to just eat the fucking breakfast, I knew she was starving, the way she almost drooled over the floor the minute she saw food was comical. I noticed how she almost gave in before her brain took over. Unfortunately she didn't know my father at all, she has no clue the kind of maniac he is. What he did to her was just a little teaser of his actual capabilities and I wasn't keen on seeing the rest.
Without bothering to knock, I push open the doors to my father's study. He sat on his red throne, completely unfazed by my presence as he blew out smoke from a Cuban cigar. "Did you teach her a lesson?" His eyes darted up at me.
"I didn't have to, thanks to you" I wanted to roll my eyes at him but experience told me not to, especially since Elle had already strung him up. "She deserves it" Is all he said he glanced back at the file in front of him. "If I may ask, now that we have the girl what do you plan on doing?" I inquire, even though I had a feeling I'm not going to like what I'm about to hear.
"I want to see how much he cares about his daughter" He took another drag, his lips curling up to an evil grin. "And what if he doesn't?" I ask out of curiosity, I really wanted to know what he had in mind for her.
"Then we chop her up, one part at a time and feed her to the hounds" He replied venomously. From past incidents I knew he meant every word he said. I've seen him do this to other men before and he fucking enjoyed every moment of their suffering. All those times I never went against my father, for one I wasn't interested in fighting someone else's battle and secondly, those men had it coming their way.
But when I thought about the woman, it tugged my insides to imagine her meeting the same kind of fate. She didn't deserve it. Paying the price for her father's dealings, it was wrong in every way possible. Stop. It's not your fight.
"So I guess we wait and see?" I hear the clicking of heels behind me. "Don't feed the bitch, she needs to learn her tantrums won't be entertained here" I nodded as I turned to leave. My eyes connecting with dark brown ones.
"Good morning" Cathrine greeted us, her blonde bob cut framed perfectly around her face. Almost immediately images of her sucking my cock off last night rush to my head. I was supposed to be overlooking the shipments but Catherine gives a fucking good blowjob so when she came up to me yesterday I couldn't help myself.
Although now that I look at her I feel no sense of attraction at all or maybe it was because I had found myself a new beauty. My cock was already up with just the thought of her but that was short lived as I spot Elon at the door. He seemed calm as ever, only he could never fool me with his façade.
I begin walking out the office and it's only when the doors are shut that he speaks. "We have a bit of an issue" Of course, we do. I knew this had to do with the woman and for some reason I wasn't even surprised. I would be underestimating her if I did that.
A tiny scream for help rang through the corridors before it got muffled into silence. I brushed past Constance and , coming face to face with a horrified maid. Elle held her in an embrace, sticking a shard of glass to the maid's neck. I could tell she didn't want to do it, the thought of actually hurting another being was crushing her. What I wanted to know was would she really hurt someone to save herself.
"Everyone out" I heard a growl of annoyance from Constance. My little brother got high on spilling blood, didn't matter who did it. He won't get that satisfaction today though. I won't let him and he knows better than to go against me. Elle watches in confusion as everyone disperses and I pull up a chair.
"Let me walk out of here and I won't hurt her" Her hands were shaky and there was a glint of pain in her eyes. How could this woman still be standing after what my father did?
"I have to say, for a person who has probably never done this before you do sound damn confident" The maid struggled in her grasp but the woman overpowered her. She's strong, physically and mentally. "I'll really do it" The shard of glass poked painfully against the maid's throat and she squirmed further.
"By all means go ahead and when you're done you can clean up the mess as well" I smiled at her, it was a challenge and I was getting excited to see the outcome. Her eyes widened as she realized that there's no way she can save herself, yet she didn't look defeated.
"You don't value anyone's life" There it was, pure rage and frustration. I took note of how she channels her emotions to anger, she's done it before and I can almost bet that she's done it all her life. For some reason I was eager to know what made her that way?
Slowly, she let the maid go, who of course scurried out of the room sobbing. "Take a seat Miss Lively, I'm sure you're still in pain" I commanded but I knew she wouldn't listen to me. She stared me down angrily, her grip still strong on the piece of glass. For a second I thought she'd charge at me but she just stood there. Even now her face looked fucking perfect, although her green eyes seemed tired. Pushing the chair back, I took my time drinking her in. The black skirt she wore was torn up her thigh revealing more skin. My dick got excited just at that.
"Take your clothes off" I licked my lips, stalking towards my prey. She squeezed the piece of glass in her hand, trying to defend herself. It was a futile effort.
"Go fuck yourself" That pretty little mouth of hers is going get her in so much trouble, she has no clue. If I weren't obeying orders right now, I'd be teaching her how to behave. Not now, Logan. She wouldn't be able to handle.
"You talk to me like that again and you'll be bent over my lap with my hand print on your tight ass" The shock on her face was crystal clear, making me wonder if a man has ever touched her there before. She looks at me with a challenge and I felt my dick rise up to attention.
Fuck. Me.
Even my army of best escorts in the world haven't been able to achieve that. Now, I wanted her to talk back to me so I could do just what I had voiced out. I flex my fists, trying not to lunge at her.
"Do you actually think that I'm going to willingly take my clothes off for you?" There was no trace of fear in her voice, it only made me want her more.
"Yes you will but just to be clear I'm not trying to rape you. I don't do that. I have a task to finish" I bite the inside of my cheek as I thought about how tough this is going to be. "What task?" She blurted her next question and I felt a slight sting of frustration for having to answer her.
"I'm looking for a tracker, assuming your father put one in you so he can always know where you are" I grumble. She blinks as if she has no idea about what I'm talking about but I could see right through her mask. "I don't have one" Another squeeze and I notice a drop of blood trickle down from the palm of her hand.
"That's for me to find out. Clothes off, Miss Lively" It's an order and she knows better than to disobey. I watch triumphantly as she tosses away the piece of glass, slender arms coming up to unbutton her shirt.
I took a deep breath. I've seen a lot of naked women but this one right in front of me is different and God help me, I want her. Shimming out of her skirt, she stood in front of me in nothing more than her undergarments. Her taute stomach was painted in bluish-purple bruises. It looked worse than I had imagined and I bet it hurt as hell, still she stood her ground.
"You could just give up and tell me where the chip is" I give her the last way out, to save us both of the torture, because I don't think I can stop myself once I start with her.
"That would be too easy for you. I know you want me, I can see the lust in your eyes. This will be just as torturous for you as it's for me" She looked at me with such ferocity that for a split second I forgot what I was here for. There was nothing more I wanted than to sweep her off her feet and fuck her. The thought was consuming my body and I had a tough time dealing with it.
I have never been this attracted to any woman and I don't know to hate or love the fact that this might turn into a problem. "Let's get to work then" I said under my breath, already my body was itching for her.
My hands roamed over creamy skin, starting at her toned arms, feeling the perfect combination of flesh and muscle. I feel her eyes stuck on me and her breath caught up. Every contact released sparks. Jesus. She's fine as hell. I wanted this to be over quickly because I don't think I can stop myself from doing just what I'm supposed to be doing. Yet I surprised myself by taking my own time, exploring every inch of her body.
I didn't want to stop, not so soon. I had full intentions to take this too far but it's not fun when the other person is disgusted by you. I may be a lot of things but I wasn't going to force myself on a woman. I may kill her, even though I'd hate it but if it was needed to be done I'd do it without hesitation.
My hands smoothed down the sides of her very generous breasts, I could practically see through the flimsy fabric that barely did a good job at covering her tits. Travelling down to her stomach I noticed how her breathing quickened, her skin covered in goosebumps all over. She looked me square in the eyes and right when I was about to get lost in those green pools of heaven I felt a bump on her hip.
"Bingo" I smirked and her eyes went wide, like she wasn't expecting me to find it.
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