Page 28 of The Count

Like just before he’d taken my pants down and fucked me over that table.

“You’re keeping me here against my will,” I spat.

He strode toward me with purpose. Without warning, he whipped his arm around and grabbed the back of my neck. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall. I yelped, but my heart pounded in my chest and my pussy clenched hard. I lifted my gaze to his bravely, trying to hold my ground even when it felt like my body was going to internally combust.

Could he see that my nipples were hard through my dress?

“Have you not had everything you’ve needed, Mina?”

Just the use of my name felt cold somehow. I wanted him to call me his or use little girl like he had before.

It made me even madder.

“Fuck off. You kept me here for a month after it was only supposed to be a week? Why am I even here? What do you want from me?” I spat.

My chest heaved, rising and falling with my fury. His grip on the back of my neck tightened a little. Would that be enough? Would he actually do something about it now?

His gaze darkened considerably. His body surrounded mine, pinning me against the wall. His proximity drove me wild, and I wanted nothing more than for him to lift my dress, push my panties aside, and fuck me right there in the hallway.

“Bad girl… Are you trying to make me punish you?” he purred. My heart fluttered with hope.

“Maybe,” I growled.

He chuckled and I turned my head, not wanting to say anything more because I wasn’t sure if I could, not with the hard line of his erection pressing against my belly.

“I have a business meeting right now, but we will deal with this matter tonight after dinner,” he threatened, and my heart thumped even harder.

His other hand snaked around the front of my throat. Those dark eyes bored into mine like they owned me.

“Kiss me,my little girl,” he demanded.

My legs went weak. If I wasn’t pinned, I’d probably have fallen to the floor.

I angled my face up, glancing from his eyes down to the soft line of his lips. He lowered his head, kissing me sweetly enough to take my breath away. It was everything I didn’t expect from him. With just a simple kiss, he’d turned whatever we were straight on its head.

My heart bloomed anew.

By the time he pulled away, my body was flushed with heat, and I found it hard to breathe.

“I will have dinner prepared and a dress sent up for you to wear. You will wear it for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered breathlessly.

“After dinner is over, we will deal with what we just discussed. You are going to admit in a very, very shameful way that you don’t want to leave and that you want nothing more than to be mine forever.”

I opened and closed my mouth in shock.

“You are forbidden from touching that needy little pussy. Don’t think I haven’t heard you scream my name in your bed at night.”

I shook hard.

“Sir,” I murmured hoarsely. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling so embarrassed.

“My hand isn’t the only thing that can spank that greedy pussy bright red. Touch yourself without permission again and you’ll find out what my belt feels like between your legs before we even sit down to dinner,” he growled.

A strangled cry escaped my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed.

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