Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“What’s this for?”
“You got fired from your job, right?” He smirks and picks up his glass of Coke, taking a sip. “You can earn back the money you took right here in this house.”
I snort. “As your maid?”
He puts the glass down. “You have a problem with that?”
My nostrils flare.
Is this a joke?
The chill in the air definitely tells me enough. “You’re insane. I’m not going to—”
“You will,” he interjects, those piercing green eyes staring me down. “Or do you want me to remind you of the deal you made with me?”
Fuck that asshole. I was right; he does want to make me feel like less than.
“Now … are you going to do as you’re told?” he asks. “Or do you want me to make you?”
My fingers dig into my palm so hard it cracks and bleeds.
Fine. He wants a show? I’ll give him one to remember.
CHAPTER 15
Silas
Grinding her teeth together, she finally brings her fingers to the back of her red dress and slowly unbuttons it. My gaze is on her like a hawk, and I lean back on the couch, legs wide open, my dick already growing hard at the sight of her undressing in front of me like the good slut she’s meant to be.
She sucks in a breath through her nostrils as her dress slowly comes undone over her shoulders. She pulls on the fabric, loosening it until it slowly drops to the floor.
And fuck me, does she look like an appetizing little lollypop I can’t fucking wait to lick. She thinks the scowl on her face will deter me, but she’s dead wrong about that.
Her feistiness is what keeps me interested. Keeps me focused on that beautiful scar I made as she steps out of her dress and kicks it aside, then stares me down.
“Bra too,” I say.
She runs her tongue along her teeth, clearly fighting tooth and nail not to call me every swear word in the book right now, and I fucking love it.
Her fingers hook under the straps, and she pulls it down. Then, she clicks loose the metal and pulls it away. Her tits are gorgeous, mouthwatering, and so perky that I just want to grab them and cover them with my lips. But I’m not going to reward her for doing zero work.
“Put it on.” I point at the dress, which is way too small to cover her whole body … the perfect size for her.
She reluctantly steps into the outfit and pulls it up until it’s strapped in place, her tits barely fitting in the tight heart-shaped bralette. Her ass peeks out from underneath the black skirt, the fringes clearly showing off her red lace thong. A perfectly designed outfit for all my wicked needs.
“Satisfied?” she deadpans.
My tongue runs across my lip. “I’m not nearly satisfied enough.”
She gulps, gathering herself like she’s trying not to be affected. But I know how to fucking play with girls like her.
“Grab that bucket. Fill it with water.” I point at the bucket in the bathroom. “There’s dishwashing soap in the cabinet.”
She throws me a sneer before turning around and waltzing off with that thin stick figure of hers, her ass wiggling back and forth in the short maid dress, and my boner nearly breaks out of my pants.
Fuck.
She fills the bucket with soapy water and returns. “Now what?”
“Grab the brush too,” I growl.
She throws me another glare with narrowed eyes, mocking me, before turning around and doing exactly as she’s told. Perfect. Just the right amount of sass to make me want to fuck her brains out.
She throws the bucket down on the floor, and the water sloshes over the edges onto the hardwood floor.
“What do you want me to do with this?”
She’s playing coy with me now. “You know what to do.”
“You’ll pay me for this, right?” she asks.
I merely stare at her, wondering what she thinks this agreement she made with me truly means.
“On. Your. Knees,” I hiss.
The annoyance on her face is such a fucking turn-on as she slowly goes to her knees and dips the brush into the liquid, then rubs it all over the floor.
“Clean every inch of it. I want it spotless.”
She cleans the area in a circle around her until she’s forced to lean up on her knees and elbows, and when she does, I have the most perfect view of her perky ass barely covered by that red thong.
And fuck me. That about does it for me.
“When is it enough?” she asks.
I grab my glass of Coke and take a sip. “When I say it’s enough.”
With rage in her eyes, she grips the brush and starts digging into the floor with it so harshly the bristles nearly break. Just like her after I’m done with her.
I glug down my Coke while watching her struggle, and I spit back a small part into the glass, then pour it out onto the floor. She leans up and throws me an abhorred look, the fire in her eyes burning with the same kind of fury that burns in me.