Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
I’m sure over time she will do something that deflates this wild possessiveness I feel. They always do. She likely will play innocent until she’s comfortable, then invite me into that wet, pulsing space between her legs that women think will manipulate me into someone they can control.
It’s never worked before. I lean forward slightly, my elbows on my knees, getting closer. "If you want your stay here to be pleasant, you must learn to be obedient. That means doing what I tell you, when I tell you, without question. Do you understand?"
She nods.
"Use your words."
"I understand.” Her tone drips with sarcasm, and with any other girl, I would be laying out punishments, but with her… I’m battling back the unfamiliar urge to smile. “Can’t be any worse here than at home. I mean, a vacation from ole Hoover is maybe just what the doctor ordered. Do your worst." She raises the glass in toast with a nod.
"Very good, Larissa. I'm pleased with you so far."
“The feeling is not mutual.” A long breath escapes through her bee-stung lips as she rubs the tips of her fingers above a perfect and naturally arched left eyebrow.
I push up to stand, though my every instinct screams at me to stay.
"Wait," she chirps when I’m three strides toward the door.
I pause, turning my head only because the front of my pants has filled with cock and there’s something about the way she looks at me that makes me feel she can somehow read what’s going on inside my head.
Larissa. I want to say her name a thousand times. Tasting it on my tongue.
"In the future, if you want my attention, you say 'Excuse me.' Now, what did you want?"
She shakes her head. "How… How do you know Hoover?"
For a second, I consider telling her the truth.
Instead, I answer with a question of my own. “Why do you think you are here?”
“I refused to kiss someone. Some old fucker I was supposed to marry.”
The details I already know. The rage I’ve pretended I didn’t feel ignites down low. “And you didn’t want to marry him.”
She scoffs, shaking her head, the dark, messy waves breaking over her too-thin shoulders. “No. I didn’t. But it’s not that. I wanted to study art and go away to school like a regular eighteen-year-old. So I refused to kiss him unless Hoover promised I could still go, and he wouldn’t. Then stupid Robert got involved. He… Pushed me into the punch bowl, so I slugged him and embarrassed Hoover in front of my intended.”
I clench my fists to keep from applauding. It’s been more than ten years since I had the displeasure of being around my nephew, but I’d bet this island he’s still an insufferable brat. Just bigger. A mini-Hoover in the making. “You hit him?”
“A punch, I guess, but I’m not like a trained fighter, so— It must have landed just right because he went down like a bitch. I was sent to my room, the lock engaged, and told not to come out for the rest of the night, next thing I knew, I was waking up here.”
I'm a last resort for ultra-wealthy families who can't control their own. And I've never, not once, wanted to keep any of them for myself.
No attachments. No exceptions.
Then why is my mind filled with this Beauty and the Beast fantasy of wet humping her on all fours with my index finger in her ass?
"Think of me as your new father, one who won't hesitate to use discipline when he has to. Spare the rod, spoil the child. But you will also come to crave my praise and my guidance. You will never see anger from me. I am Daddy. Do you understand?"
That honorific term has never been more than a psychological manipulation tool before now.
I step forward, press my thumb to the biometric lock, and gather a deep breath.
The door clicks as Larissa’s soft sigh comes from behind me.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers.
She has no idea the consequences of that seemingly innocent answer.
“Good girl.”
Those two words take on a whole new meaning as I leave her alone, closing her in behind me, and God help me, something in my chest starts to warm.
Chapter 2
Sebastian
Thirteen hours, thirty-four minutes, and sixteen seconds.
That's how long she's been on my island.
One hour I spent watching her sleep, trying to make sense in my head of why I was wasting time watching an unconscious girl breathe.
The remaining ten hours and twenty-six minutes, I've spent trying—and failing—not to think about the way she said "Yes, Daddy" when I left her room.
I lost the battle to stay away and found myself standing outside her room three times during the night.
I told myself it was professional. Making sure she was safe, calm.
But I have cameras in her room. I can check on her at any time on my phone, my computers, or one of the many observation stations throughout the main estate building.