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A sock? I thought, feeling revolted. Thankfully it wasn’t a sock—it was just a t-shirt, and a new one at that. A driver poked his head around from the front seat, and I thought for just a moment that I may have found salvation, but the man only smiled.

“Into BDSM now, boss?” he chuckled as he started the car. “Where you taking her?”

“Take me to the plane, Bruno. We’re getting the fuck out of here.”

Chapter Four

Kai

Out of here…I thought as we pulled up to the jet. One of the perks of being a billionaire; the plane left when you were ready, not the other way around.

My little doll had stopped squirming against my iron grip after a few minutes once she realized her situation. And that was good. I didn’t want her hurting herself by struggling too hard. But despite the fact that she’d stopped fighting me, I still hadn’t told her my true intentions. I trusted Bruno, but with everything going on with the company right now, it was impossible to know who I could really trust. As long as he, and everyone else, thought my princess was just another girl then she would be safe. Once we were alone—then I could tell her everything.

I’d stopped her from becoming a doll. Now she was my doll, and no other man’s hands would be on her ever again.

As we pulled up to park, I leaned down over her and inhaled deeply. She smelled so fucking sweet. All I could think about was spreading her wide open and burying my nose in her before slipping my tongue into her sweetest spot and giving her all the pleasure she could handle before taking her completely and fully. She wouldn’t be innocent anymore, would she?

She wriggled back slightly as I ran my lips up the soft skin of her shoulder to her neck and her earlobe. She shivered and I would have brought my lips to hers if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with my Forte Industries t-shirt.

Fucking naïve college girl, I thought angrily. Don’t they teach girls anything these days?

What the Hell was she thinking even applying to an ad like that, let alone going through with it? With her looks, she could easily have had a man on the hook, or several, paying out their asses just to spend time with her, let alone fuck her!

I growled again as I thought about the idea of another man being with her. I felt an actual pain in my chest and pushed the image of some college jock douche with his hands all over her from my mind.

Fuck no! By the time I’m done with her, she won’t even look at those guys—or any at all.

She was the key—the spark that I knew I’d been missing and had just wandered into my life and turned it upside down. I didn’t even fucking know her name or where she’d come from or why she had decided to have herself cast as one of those fucking dolls!

I was a man who had everythin

g. Cars, homes, wealth beyond imagination, but all I wanted right now was her.

She was everything I could have imagined. She was fierce—I could see that by the way she’d fought me and the way her eyes were focused on me. She was innocent too and needed a guiding hand in her life. And on top it all off, she was drop-dead sexy. Soft, silky skin, plush lips that were begging to be kissed, and a body that would not be complete without every inch of my thick cock inside of it.

I realized I was staring, lost, hypnotized by her body, her mere presence. The Ed Sheeran song, “Shape of You” came to mind. She wasn’t squirming around anymore, and I realized just how much I wanted to hear her voice. I put both hands on either side of her head and looked straight into her eyes.

“If I take this out of your mouth,” I said firmly. “Are you going to scream?”

She paused a moment, then shook her head. She wanted me to believe her, but while her body said no, her eyes said yes. The minute I took that t-shirt out of her mouth she would scream like a banshee, maybe even try to bite me. I smiled.

“No. No, I don’t believe you.”

As I got out of the car, she started writhing around again. But where was she gonna go? I went around to her side, opened the door and threw her back over my shoulder. The pilots were waiting for me as I took the steps up to my own private plane, and both smirked at each other as I passed.

Just another crazy billionaire up to some crazy shit! That’s what they were thinking.

“Hey, boys.”

“Evening, Mr. Forte. Where to?”

“The mountain home,” I replied as I boarded. “Pronto.”

The cabin was empty, of course. I wasn’t selling tickets. This was my flight, as private as it gets. All the same, I headed straight for the back—my private quarters, tossed my brand new princess down on the bed and locked the door behind us.

She reached for the gag, but I was on her instantly and grabbed both of her wrists with one of my hands and pinned them to the bed. She tried to knee me in the balls, but I got out of the way just in time. The other knee came up and hit me in the chest, but I just pressed down against her and stopped her from moving.

I can feel it beneath me—her soft, succulent body beneath those sheer clothes that were doing their best to hide her curves from me but failing miserably.

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