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Novak

I stand at the door, watching my little victim as she drives up to my home and then remains seated in her car.

I actually think that it’s kind of funny, all of the conflict that must be going on inside her head right now.

I am just starting to wonder if the little bitch is going to chicken out when I see her take one last look in the mirror at her make-up and exit the car.

She makes her way up to my door with her head held high and exuding much more confidence than what I’m sure she has right now. I will give it to the girl; she has heart. Hell, truth be known, the chick has balls.

I open the door before she knocks and pull her in before she has the opportunity to change her mind.

I slam my hands against the wall, pinning her in against it. I take my time and slowly lean in to growl in her ear, “Strip!”

The whine of defeat that comes from her lips is absolutely delicious. I’m going to enjoy systematically breaking this woman down.

I grab her hand and lead her into my bedroom. I sit in a leather chair and command her, once more, to strip for me. I even have the nerve to tell her to do it slowly. I want to make her squirm. She needs to be humiliated not only for what she has done, but for having the audacity to do it. I’m bothered that she believes she is so entitled that she could steal from me and not suffer any consequences for it. If she were a man, I’d have put a bullet between her eyes by now.

I’m going to enjoy taking it out on her in various other sexual forms. Reminding her over and over that she is my toy is going to be fun because I know it will piss her off. There is a part of me that is glad she stole from me. I have her right where I want her—under my thumb and in my bed. Revenge is not always best served cold.

She is so pissed off at me right now. This woman isn’t accustomed to dealing with arrogant men. She hates the fact that I’m bold enough to sit in this chair and demand she bend to my will. The defiance in her eyes only serves to stoke the fire in my loins.

“Get busy, girl. I don’t like repeating myself and when I ask you to do something, I expect you to immediately comply with my wishes. Whether you like it or not, Katrina, you’re mine. You don’t have a fucking choice. Of course, there is always jail time or a body bag. I can always sue you and ruin your reputation as an author and a reporter. Your good reputation is nothing but a false façade of innocence.” I chuckle as I allow my eyes to slowly run their way up and down her body. “You and I both know you are anything but innocent. Now, get busy and give me a show or I’m taking off my belt. I love to see a woman cry out in pain and you need discipline, you lying, little thief.”

I’m enjoying this little game already because this girl has got fire in her eyes right now. I want her to fight me despite knowing her resistance is futile. I enjoy when a woman struggles. Yeah, I’m fucked up like that…

Katrina

This arrogant bastard, I hate him right now! Seeing him sitting in that damn chair with that smug ass look on his face is almost more than I can handle. I want to rake my acrylic nails over his face and rip those piercings out until he bleeds.

My hand trembles as I work with the buttons on my white dress shirt. I feel a chill as it drops to the floor at my feet. I hatethis bastard right now
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I unzip my skirt and let it fall.

His voice cuts through the air, “I don’t like pantyhose and the next time you wear them, I will cut them from your body and gag you with them! Do you understand me?”

“Yes” I spew, eyeing him with utter contempt.

“Yes, Sir! Say it, young lady!”

“Yes, Sir!” I hiss at him through clenched teeth.

“From now on, you will wear black, opaque thigh highs and if you wish to wear any other color, then it will be necessary to get my permission.”

My next words are out of my mouth before I can even think about them. “How long does this little arrangement last? I’m not used to asking permission for what color hose I wear for the day.”

I see a dark cloud pass over his visage and it sends a chill down my spine. I want to grab my clothing and run out the door.

“Repeat to me what I just said to you. Now, young lady!”

“I’m not permitted to wear anything but black, opaque thigh highs, unless I get permission from the great and terrible one,” I smirk.

He comes up out of the chair so fast I never see him coming. He literally grabs me by the hair and drags me, caveman style, to the bed.

In one swift move, he tosses me over his knee and commences wearing my ass out with his bare hand.

By the time he is finished, I am sobbing like a baby. That fucking hurt—badly.

He tosses me onto the bed and all but tears my hose off of me.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he hisses as he removes his clothes. “Look at me!”

I groan, as I look up at him and I see the smirk on his face.

“I will break you down right into submission, girl.”

He spreads my legs and bends my knees back. As if reading my mind, he speaks, “Don’t you dare close your legs. I want to see my new property, purchased and paid for in full with all that book money.”

A wave of humiliation spreads through me. It is embarrassing enough to be spread open in broad daylight, but to be so blatantly informed that I am nothing more than merchandise to him has me simultaneously cringing in mortification and shaking with rage. This guy certainly isn’t shy when it comes to sex. He is the most uninhibited person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.

The bastard eyes me and leers. He is licking his lips and staring at my pussy, purposely trying to get a rise out of me. He knows I’m humiliated and he likes it.

“You better not close those legs,” he says, as if daring me to disobey him. He is talking while he undresses and I can’t help but stare. Fuck, he looks good… and I mean rock star good. He has various tattoos that I’m sure have meaning for his allegiance to Bratva. He’s ripped from top to bottom with sinewy muscle. His cock is huge and jutting out like a pierced weapon intent on violating and doing me bodily harm. I can’t help but wonder if getting that piercing hurt.

He mounts me, using his balled fists to hold his torso up so that he can watch my face as he fucks me. He studies my every expression. The entire time, from his initial thrust that had me gasping at the size of his cock, until my eyes roll back into my head from the pleasure, he watches me. Oddly enough, the way he searches my face is making the act of fucking feel much more intimate.

The man feels so, so, so good.

I have never had a man take me like this man is taking me right now, and as badly as I want to not enjoy what he is doing to me, I can’t fight it. He is fucking me like I have never been fucked before and that cock piercing feels so damn good.

As if reading my mind, he speaks, “You like what I’m doing to you. By the time that I am done with you, you will crave my cock, girl. I’ve spent a lifetime studying women and I can pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced. I will subject you to pain too, just because I like it and your body is mine to do with what I please. There is nothing I find more sensual than a woman’s face contorting in agony. You are mine. You have been paid for with the money you essentially stole from me. If you’re fucking anybody else, stop… or I’ll kill him.

“You will eat, drink, sleep, live, and breathe me, and no other man but me. I don’t play well with others, I don’t fucking share, and I damn sure don’t ever take no for an answer. You’re property now, my property.”

He is no longer taking me; I am offering myself to him.

“Beg me to fuck you, you little thief, you liar, you bratty, little, entitled bitch.”

“Oh fuck, please, please, please, I will do what you said. I’ll wear what you want, anything, anything, anything.” His cock feels so fucking good. The way the man is moving his hips is amazing.

“That’s it, you’ve never been worked over like this, girl,” he hisses in my ear.

The slow thrusts have now turned into a rapid succession of deep pumps and each time he bottoms out, he hits my clit. The man is going to do what no man before him has done; he is going to make me come by doing nothing but fuck me. It’s evident he knows a thing or two about the female anatomy and it looks like he has every intention of using that knowledge against me.

I scream out, promising him the moon, the stars, my very life, if only he’ll let me come. I dig my claws into his back to leave my mark. I won’t be the only person remembering this night of primal sex tomorrow; my scratches up and down his back will see to that.

This will be a night that neither of us will soon forget…