Page 33 of The Count

“Who are you?”

“My family always had money, but it was me who put them on the map. I’ve written a few pieces of software that have been bought up by the U.S. military. I’ve made a great deal off of real estate and investing in the right stocks at the right time, both legally and illegally,” he continued.

I narrowed my eyes a bit.

“I’m also the kingpin in a rather lucrative drug ring that spans the world. Blood is one of our rising stars that I’m hoping to bring to market very soon. One of my close friends developed it himself in his own lab,” he replied.

Reclusive billionaire real estate investor and part time drug lord.

Wow, did I know how to pick them…

I didn’t understand it, but I wanted his hands on me anyway. I didn’t care that he was a criminal.

I just wanted him to touch me again.

I wanted him to make love to me. To kiss me and tell me every single day that I belonged to him.

My core twisted tight, and I dug my fingers into my thighs hard enough to hurt. When the painful ache passed, I reached over the table and downed the entire small glass of plum brandy.

I pushed up off the table, angry, needy, and so incredibly frustrated. My inner thighs were drenched with my wetness and my breasts were so heavy with desire that they ached terribly inside my dress. I needed to come.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice carrying a dangerous air.

“I’m going to deal with things myself,” I snarled. I had every intention of disappearing into my room and coming as many times as I needed until this drug wore off or I passed out, whichever came first. I didn’t much care which. I just needed relief.

“I told you I was going to deal with you after dinner, didn’t I, little girl?”

“I don’t know what you want. I don’t know what I want,” I shrieked.

“You do know, don’t you?” he pressed.

Without thinking, I reached back and slapped him across the face. I expected him to react in kind, but he didn’t. Instead, he took ahold of my wrist with a gentleness I didn’t deserve and pressed it down. He took both of my small hands into his much larger ones and held them.

I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want to ask him to pull me over his knee and spank my bare bottom until I cried before he put me flat on my back and made my screams echo off the walls loud enough so that the entire estate knew that I was his.

I wanted the tension between us gone. I wanted him to give me what I needed, which was a night of pleasure, pain, and utter satisfaction.

I wanted everything.

“Yes,” I whispered, enraged that he’d forced me to admit it.

“What do you need,mylittle girl?”

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I couldn’t lift my gaze knowing his cheek was probably pink from my hand. I hated that I had done that.

“I need you to punish me, sir,” I breathed.

“You don’t just need that, do you, little girl?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, my voice almost silent. My entire body was trembling, and it was taking everything in me not to collapse. I teetered a bit in my heels, and he placed a steadying hand on my lower back.

“I’m going to take care of you, my little girl. Not just for tonight, but for the rest of your life,” he vowed, which only made my legs shake harder.

“Please,” I pleaded.

He took my upper arm gently in his grasp and led me out of the dining room, with my bottom still very bare. Every nerve in my body was firing with need and anticipation, fueled by the nervousness coursing through me at what was to come. When he reached the stairs, he carried me up them, only then placing me back on my feet. I expected him to bring to my bedroom, but he didn’t.

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