Page 106 of Heartless Game

I wouldn’t allow it.

“Never say that,” I said, as I towered over her, and moved around behind her, kicking the rolling chair away from the desk.

“Isaac, what are you?—”

“Reminding you who you belong to, and who I belong to. You don’t talk that way, and you certainly don’t try to end this thing between us. Don’t think I forgot how I just found you. What were you doing in here, so late, with your weasel of an editor?”

“Nothing,” she said, turning her head to watch me warily. “He was here when I got here.”

“Yeah? And what were you two working on so diligently?” I asked silkily.

She shivered, just like I wanted her to. “Don’t change the subject. We were talking about your fiancée.”

“Until you’re wearing my ring, I have no fiancée. That conversational topic is over. What I want to know is what you and Tony were working on.”

“Toby.”

“Tell me, Tovah.”

“I was giving him notes on the editorial,” she said.

“Editorial? Not, say, an exposé on my family? One that we agreed you’d drop?” Even I could hear the danger in my voice.

She flipped around. “First, we neveragreed. You threatened me with death by your family’s hand if I wrote it. Second, I dropped it. The article’sdead, Isaac. Just like our relationship.”

“If you say that again, Tovah, I’ll go out there, drag Toby back in, and throw him out the window like I threatened. And you can be an accessory to his murder. If you’re so interested in death right now.”

“Isaac, stop.”

“No.”

Stepping behind her, I gripped her by her hips and bent her over the desk, even as she fought me. Keeping one big hand on her back to keep her in place, I pulled her leggings and panties down with the other, until her ass was bare and presented to me.

Without warning, I slapped her right cheek hard, then her left, right, then left again, relishing in her shrieks and the way she fought me as I reminded herwho she belonged to and who I belonged to, just like I’d said.

I didn’t really care about the article at the moment. I cared about reminding her she was mine. She was wearing my jersey right now, but that wasn’t even close to what I needed.

“It’s not enough for you to wear my jersey in public,” I told her. “I thought that would quiet this fucking beast inside me, but it doesn’t declare my ownership enough. Not to the world, and not to you. No, I’m going to make sure you never, ever forget who owns you. You don’t belong with LOML, whoever the fuck that asshole is. You belong tome.”

“How do you know about LOML?” she cried.

“Who the fuck is he?”

She turned her head to glare at me. “What’s your plan, spank me until I can’t sit? Been there, done that, have the handprints to match.”

“Oh, little snoop, that doesn’t even come close to what I’ll do to you,” I said as I continued to turn her ass red. “I’ll tattoo my name to your tits. That way, I won’t even need you to wear my jersey to remind you you’re mine—it’ll be written on your skin. Permanently.”

“Don’t you fucking?—”

I covered her mouth with my free hand so all she could do was scream her pain and denial against it.

Finally, the spanking did its job, because she was wet and trembling in front of me, begging me to stop.

I did, testing her pussy to make sure she was wet enough for me.

“You love this, don’t you, perfect girl? You were made for me, like I was made for you.”

Unzipping my pants, I pulled out my cock, lined it up with her pussy, and shoved all the way in on one, perfect thrust.

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