Pretty Prize (Rags to Riches 2)

I push to my feet. “You’re correct,” I say as I round the corner of my desk and approach. “Sex is not an enforceable term in a contract and therefore you are not obligated to do anything, as I am not obligated to save your aunt or any member of your family. I am not required to keep those factories open so that two thousand people can put bread and meat on their tables. We are merely two people agreeing to marriage with no other obligations or promises.”

My words make her turn white. Her fingers curl tight around the edge of the chair as she fights for control over her temper.

“You’re despicable,” she hisses.

I place a hand on the armrest, caging her slender body in my loose embrace. I dip my head until my nose is resting against the hidden spot behind her ear. She wears a light, expensive fragrance, something like orchids and priceless roses. I inhale until her scent fills my lungs, until every breath I take is mixed with the smell of her.

“Very,” I admit. “Also unscrupulous. I will use anything in my power to get what I want.” I drag my nose down, lightly tracing the delicate column of her neck until I reach the base where the evidence of her fear and her arousal thump madly against the surface of her skin. “At this moment, there is nothing that I want more than you.”

She sucks in a harsh breath, unable to hide her reaction to me. She’s so sensitive, so responsive.

“I’ll never want you back,” she lies.

My fingers curl around the leather. I want so badly to reach between her thighs to test her wetness and her heat. I’d gamble my fortune that she’s dripping down there, that her panties are soaked and that her thighs are sticky with her honey. I can smell it.

“You will beg me to fuck you,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with need. My cock throbs behind the zipper of my trousers. He wants out of his cage and into her juicy, steamy cunt. “You will be on your knees, pleading for me to allow you to suck my cock. And, because I am a benevolent, forgiving sort, I will part your swollen lips and allow you to choke on my cock until I come down your throat and fill your belly with my seed. Now, you will tell me the name of the professor you kissed or I will ruin every person on the list.”

“Why would you do that?” she cries. “That’s inhuman.”

“Because you’re mine, Rose.” My mouth moves along her skin as I speak. Goosebumps prickle in response. She may hate me, but her body doesn’t. It’s awakening from a long dormant state. She’s never kissed anyone, not even her own hand. Her pink cheeks and her wild, confused eyes give her away. She’s hot for me and she doesn’t understand it. Inside her head, part of her is screaming to get away while the other wants to tear my hand-made Italian trousers apart at the seams and suck on my cock like it’s the only sweet thing she’s ever been allowed to taste. If I reached my hand inside her blouse, her nipples would be aroused. Her panties are likely drenched. “You belong to me and any other person on this earth who has had the privilege of laying a finger on you can no longer exist. Do you understand me?”

Chapter 6

Rose

I swallow and nod my head. He was right. My body does want him. I ache in places that I didn’t even know could. When he told me that there was nothing he wants more than me, I swear a mini orgasm rolled through my body. No one has ever wanted me in that way before. Not that I know of, at least. That feeling of power overwhelms me again. I wonder if Hunter knows he keeps showing me his cards. Maybe it is part of his game to allow me to think I have power over him when in reality I don’t.

“I’ve never been kissed. Call off the hunt.” I give in. I don’t want anyone losing their job because I want to spar with Hunter. I think enough things are going to be lost today.

I turn my head, my mouth brushing his. He’s so close. Every breath I take is filled with his scent. The smell makes me want to seal my lips to his. I remind myself that this man has basically purchased me and that helps me calm my body but only a little. I can tell he wants to touch me. It’s taking everything he has to restrain himself. The strain of his muscles gives him away. He is confident I’ll beg for him and maybe in the end I will. Today won’t be that day though. My belly flutters with the thought of getting Hunter to beg for me one day. Maybe he’s already doing it in his own way.