She sniffs and squares her shoulders. There’s my princess. “I didn’t have a plan. It was more of a reaction.”
I eye the pen still lying on the floor, my blood caking the bent tip. “I wondered where that pen disappeared to. When did you take it?”
Instead of answering, she raises her chin higher and stares over my shoulder.
I grip the back of her head, dig my fingers into her soft locks, and pull her to her feet. If she wants to treat me like a soulless brute, then I’ll be one.
I half drag, half carry her to the desk. Her body arches into me, and I smile against the dark hair at the nape of her neck. She likes the abuse, and despite her hatred of me, I feel the tremble in her thighs against mine. If I put my face between her legs, I could smell her arousal and feel her soaked panties.
Turning, I pick her up and sit her on the edge. Fire already roars in my ears in time with my heartbeat. Since laying on top of her and grinding my cock between her silky thighs the other night, she’s branded me. I need more, and if she so freely wants to hand it out, then I’ll take what she’s offering.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice wavering.
I rip the top button of my shirt out of its hole while I stare into her eyes. “What does it look like?”
It takes me seconds to rip the rest of the buttons out and jerk the shirt from my pants. She drags her gaze down every slowly revealed inch of my skin. She might think she is above all of this, but I can see the whites of her eyes as she takes in my abs and the tattoos that blanket my torso. I toss the shirt onto the chair and unbuckle my belt, keeping my eyes trained on her.
But she keeps staring at my body like it’s the last dessert at the buffet line.
“See something you like?” I grit out.
When she doesn’t answer, I release my belt and snap my fingers in front of her nose. She jolts and grips the desk on either side of her hips. Her eyes flash up to mine. “What?”
“It’s rude to stare, stellina. Tell me what you want, what you were going to offer my brother, and maybe I’ll give it to you. Use your big girl words.”
She swallows heavily, her voice low and husky when she answers. “You call me princess when you’re angry, and stellina when you’re not.”
“How observant of you,” I say, stepping forward.
Without thinking, she spreads her knees, welcoming me between her thighs. I give her a little smirk, but she doesn’t know what it’s for.
Her gaze falls to my neck, and she just looks at me, looks and looks. “Tell me why.” It’s a demand, not a question.
I’m feeling generous, mostly because I plan to be inside her body very, very soon. “As a princess, you stand for everything I hate, everything I want to destroy. As mia stellina, you shine bright, and I want to do nothing but worship every inch of your body.”
Surprise flashes in her eyes as she meets mine. I’m shocked that I admitted it out loud. But the words are out, and I can’t reel them back in.
“Now, tell me what you were going to offer to Lucas or fucking Soo. Tell me what you planned to do.” There is no give in my tone.
She swallows again and grips the desk so hard her knuckles turn white over the ridges. “I told you, I didn’t plan anything. I just figured if someone took my virginity, maybe you wouldn’t sell me, or at the very least, you’d get a lot less money.”
I lean in, caging her, allowing myself one small touch. My hands clench around her hips. “Were you going to ask them, or were you just going to bend over this desk right here and offer your cunt to them? Did you imagine it? What they would look like pulling out their cock and sliding it into your pussy?”
Her eyes are hazy now, her breathing uneven. If I put my hand between her legs, she’d be soaked through her panties. My mouth waters for a taste.
One little taste, and then I can punish her like she deserves.
I work the buttons of her shirt and strip it off her shoulders. She lifts her hands to take it off at her wrists, but I shake my head, twist the material, and gather her hands behind her back. When she protests, I pin her with a glare and slowly sink to my knees in front of the desk.
A small gasp passes between her plump lips. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I fucking want. Remember, you’re mine?”