TAMING KATE
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"Damn! I love it when you're angry, it's really sexy. Trust me sweetheart, you're more beautiful when you're angry" "Go to hell" I muttered as I started to rise from the bed but wayne immediately grabs my left arm and draws me back beside him. Before I can do anything, he places his lips on top of mine ~♦||•♦•||♦~ Kate, a witty and strong headed woman was always used to getting her way because everyone feared her and didn't want to get on her bad side. heck! even her father was scared of her and always gave her everything she wanted. she was drop dead gorgeous and could be described as one the most beautiful women in her country but guys were too scared of her to even ask her out. she literally made guys pee on their pants and was never afraid or intimidated by anyone. it also didn't help that her father was one of the wealthiest men in New York so she was more like an untouchable beauty. her father, scared that his daughter might never get married because men were too scared to even ask her out, signs a marriage contract for her without her knowledge getting her married to Wayne. Wayne, the future king of England, unlike other men, was merely intrigued by this rare beauty with a spitfire mouth and decides to tame her into the most obedient wife ever...and maybe get passionate with her.....

Chapter 1 A SHOCKING NEWS

Kate POV

I got home late and was completely soaked. Rain was falling heavily outside and meen! You would think that judging the way I was fucking rich, I should have a car or I shouldn't have to do anything In my entire life but that's not true. I didn't want to live off on my father's wealth even if I'm going to one day inherit it anyway.

I work at my father's newspaper company "the fitzman" as an employee and I made sure that my dad didn't give me special treatment.

I didn't live with my family and preferred to stay on my own considering the fact that I always cause trouble wherever I go so its a surprise opening my door and seeing my whole family in my apartment along with a guy I've never seen before and they're smiling as if there's no tomorrow. My sister's husbands Zachary, William, and Sean are there too.

"Good day dad, hey everyone,what's going on here?"

"Hello Kate,you won't believe it. I have good news!" My dad says beaming at me as he continues.

"Okay so, the king of England is my friend as you well know and he's now sick. He has decided to step down from the throne and let his son take his place as king but not until he gets married so his son decided to get married to you for reasons best known to him considering your character"

"What?!" I scream out. I was already getting mad and they all knew what usually happened when I got mad nevertheless, my father continued

"Kate, I said yes because i was so eager for you to get married and I signed the marriage certificate for you without your knowledge. Kate you're officially married to the future king of England King Wayne."

"What?!! Father ! How ! Dare !! You !!! Why couldn't you leave my fucking life alone you fucked up old man? Did I tell you I wanted a fucking husband? If I wanted one I would have gone to pick one from the fucking streets ! You idiot !!!" I didn't care that I was insulting my dad now. Once I'm angry, I can't control it anymore and I can even kill someone. My family knows it and and they try their best not to get me angry and all the time the so called Prince is standing there with amusement in his eyes just watching me and not saying anything at all.I wish I could blow that amusement from his face.now that I take time to look at him, he is handsome. No screw that, this guy is fucking gorgeous and i had to pratically remind myself that I'm supposed to be angry at him to keep myself from drooling over him or checking him out though I mentally undress him. Daddy says his name is Wayne and it suits his personality. He has blue eyes and jet black long hair that reaches just below his ear. He has plump lips and a well defined straight and pointed nose. There's this aura of power that radiates from him, I mean anyone can practically see it vibrating from him even in his stance, he stands like a king and he has this rugged, hardened male features as if he'd gone through severe training before becoming a king.

"Kate please I'm sorry" my dad says pleadingly effectively pulling me out of my trance and continues

"Kate you're going to be quitting your job at 'the fitzman' and follow Wayne to his kingdom tomorrow morning as his bride" my dad says shakingly

"WHAT?!!! LIONEL FRANKLIN FITZMAN !!! HOW DARE YOU?!!!! you idiot, fool , bastard, you..." I was immediately interrupted by Wayne.

"I think that's enough young lady, you've insulted your father enough for one night"

"And who're you to tell me what to do you hardheaded prick who does nothing but drink animal's shit?"

"I'm your husband and also the king of England. Lionel please would you take your family out? I want to talk to my new wife privately" he says

"Of course" My dad says with sweat rolling down his forehead only too happy to oblige and takes my family including himself out.

Everybody in my family had always feared me because of my temper. I got my temper from my late mother while my 3 sisters got their their cool temper from my Dad. My dad was a kind, generous and cool tempered man. He didn't care that I insulted and abused him and when I asked him "why?" one day he said that my temper reminded me of his late wife besides he would usually tease me that he couldn't get angry with a very beautiful girl and it was very true. I was really beautiful, the most beautiful girl in my family. I had a very long, black, curly hair that reached just above my butt, I had green eyes with long eye lashes, i had a slim and curvy figure that made guys start to drool however no one dared asked me out because of my temper. I could literally make a very strong guy start to pee on his pants but obviously not this stranger in front of me or should I say, my new husband. He just watches me with amusement and is not even scared of me, that's a first.

"You have mind to dare come and ask for my hand in marriage you idiot. I mean we don't even know each other" I snap at him once we're alone. He seemed unfazed by my actions and just chuckles.jerk!

"I believe my name is wayne not idiot"

"I don't know, in my opinion idiot suits you better"

"Kate, you're now my wife and I won't accept that character from you. I'm not your dad that you can shout out anyhow, I'm your husband and you're supposed to respect me"

"I'd rather respect the poorest man in the world than respect a fucking dickhead like you"

"Kate, Kate. You really are wild and believe me its sexy but the next time you try to insult me again or use fowl languages, you'll see what I'll do to you" he says with a smirk on his face and my anger boils to a whole new different level.

Not able to hold it any longer, I walk over to him intending to slap him and as I'm about to do that, he catches my hand and drew me flush against him. Before I could understand what was happening, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder with my head facing his butt and wow! he did have a nice ass.

"Put! Me! Down! This instant! You idiot! Madman! Monkey! Goat! Cow! Chicken! Hen! Where're you taking me to you fool!"

"To your room princess. Didn't I tell you not to disrespect me again? Well then, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

I was horrified! Someone teaching me a lesson?!! No one teaches Kate a lesson!!!

I began pounding his back very hard with my fist demanding to be put down but he doesn't even bulge instead its my hands that start paining me! Christ! What did this guy eat? He was so strong!

Soon after, he gets to my room and drops me unceremoniously on the bed and before I can get up, he pounces on me and starts unbuttoning my shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get of me!!!"

"No can't do sweetheart." He replies continuing to unbotten my shirt and I try to stop him but he's Just too strong. He pulls my shirt off me and I'm now facing him wearing a see-through lacy singlet with tiny straps. I immediately use my hand to cover my breasts not wanting him to see any part of my body.

"Why're you doing this?" I was hysterical now.

"Because this is your punishment. Anytime you disrespect me, I'm going to personally undress you besides, its not a crime considering you're my wife."

" Stop it ! " I say as he starts to slowly unbuckle my jeans trouser

"I won't stop unless you say sorry"

What?! I've never told anyone sorry in my entire life! I was used to getting my way. If I did something bad, I never apologized.

"There's no way in hell I'm telling you sorry!! you motherfucker!!!"

"Then watch me as I slowly undress you until you're naked" he says smirking as he unhooks the last button of my trouser and starts drawing it down slowly.

I'm immediately alarmed and don't know when the sorry leaves my mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I promise I won't disrespect you again, please stop"

He then stops and smiles at me. A real smile this time, not a smirk or anything, a real smile and my breath hitches.

"I thought you didn't know how to say sorry? I was already prepared to see you naked sweetheart."

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