Page 264 of Money Reigns

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I stare at her.

My Olivia.

My brilliant, reckless, infuriating woman.

My pulse is still thundering in my ears, but she’s right. She tried to tell me. I didn’t listen.

Still—

None of that excuses what she did.

She walked into a den of wolves.

Alone.

My hand tightens around the bottle before I finally set it down on the counter with a sharp clack.

I step into her space.

She doesn’t flinch.

Doesn’t move.

Of course she doesn’t.

She’s too damn brave for her own good.

“I should putyou over my knee for what you did,” I say, my voice quiet and dangerous.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t break eye contact.

“I was just—”

“Don’t,” I growl. “Don’t justify it.”

I reach for her wrist and tug her toward the kitchen island. She lets me.

Her footsteps are hesitant. Her body tense.

Good.

“Hands on the counter,” I order. “Bend.”

“War—”

“Now,Olivia.”

She obeys, leaning forward, palms pressed flat on the cold marble.

The hem of her skirt shifting as she moves.

I step behind her and slowly flip the skirt up over her hips, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the soft fabric of her underwear.

She’s already breathing harder.

“You don’t walk into Bratva territory ever.”

My voice is low. Controlled. But barely.

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