Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“I’m getting to that. You’re not very patient. Tell me something. What was your plan if I paid you anyway?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “Get Wren. Go to Canada maybe.”
“Did you call in the tip that got your father arrested?”
“How did you know about that?”
“I’ll take that as a yes. You were going to take your sister to Canada so he wouldn’t find either of you?”
She nods.
“That postcard, you went white when you saw it.”
She clams up at that.
“Is it from him?”
Nothing.
“You’re afraid he’s going to come after you? Even though he’s in prison.”
“He has friends outside.”
“The postcard is from him?” I repeat my question. She wrings her hands in her lap, and fear flashes in her eyes. She shifts her gaze away for a moment. I wait until she turns back to me and nods. “Tell me something else, how long do you think a-hundred-grand will last you when you’re paying for your sister’s medical care?”
“Look, what is this all about? You have me. And I’m guessing you figured out by now, like I have figured out, that I’m in over my head. So maybe you can just tell me what you want. You want to punish me? Fine. Do it. You’re not going to kill me.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. She’s right, though.
“What the hell do you want exactly, Zeke?”
I smile, and I imagine for the outside, for what she sees, I am calm. Reasonable even.
Her gaze narrows. “Is it sex? You want to fuck me? Is that the arrangement?”
I snort.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“But you’re funny.”
Her hands fist and she leaps to her feet. “Just fucking tell me so I can get it over with and get on with my life!”
“I didn’t tell you to get up.” She must see the change in my expression because she looks uncertain but then folds her arms across her chest and glares at me.
I swallow the last of my whiskey and stand. At that she takes a step backward but there’s nowhere for her to go.
Closing the space between us, I stand over her and she has to crane her neck back to look at me, but I note the still stubborn jut of her jaw. She’s not backing down.
The fire crackles at her back. I reach around to caress her hair.
“Naïve little Blue.” I cradle her skull before weaving my fingers into her thick hair and making a fist.
She makes a sound and grabs my forearm as I haul her onto tiptoes. She sets her hands against my chest for balance as she stares up at me, big eyes betraying her panic. She’s very pretty, and the fear that’s coming off her, that I can fucking smell, fuck, it makes my dick hard.
“You think all I want is a fuck and you can simply get on with your life after you try to blackmail me? To destroy me?” I ask, walking her slowly toward the desk.
“You’re hurting me.” She struggles but she’ll heel. She has no choice. She will learn that tonight.
“I already told you once, I’m a little more complicated than that.” Once we reach the desk, I shift my grip to her throat and hug her back to my front.
She clutches my forearm, in a full panic as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her neck, her pulse beating wildly beneath my thumb.
I dip my face down, inhale deeply at the crook of her neck before bringing my mouth to her ear and biting the lobe, tugging, hearing her whisper of breath as I press my erection against her ass.
“I smell you, Blue. I smell your fear. Tell me something, does it turn you on?” I tell her in a voice so low it’s a whisper that makes her shudder. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it?”
“Let me go,” she whispers desperately.
With a sweep of my arm, I clear the surface of the desk and push her down over it. Kicking her legs apart, I bunch her skirt up to her waist and smack her ass. She cries out, fingers closing around the edges of the desk, her back rigid when I grip the fleshiest part of that cheek and dig my fingers in.
“Not what you were expecting when you sent that first email, is it?” I ask.
“Zeke, I—”
I bend over her. “Ezekiel. I don’t want to remind you again.”
“Please. I—”
I straighten, look down at her bent over the desk, one of my hands splayed between her shoulder blades to keep her down, the other weighing that ass cheek. I squeeze, hear her yelp before I let go of her cheek to spank her again. She cries out as the sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberates around the room and my dick is so fucking hard, it’s threatening to tear through my jeans. “Dangerous games have dangerous consequences, Blue. You’re going to learn that lesson hard.”