The Billionaire Boss's Captive Bride

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or my chest, and for a moment, I thought about

me did hold a certain appeal,

m. It was the fact that she was willing to do it. A nice remi

ortlessly turned her arm sideways. She cried out-partly from surprise and partly from

o through with it, and while others would h

ned on by the threa

osition before, and it had cost me a hell of a lot in the end. I had let down my guard,

t that close, n

ave plans for her, then I would have snapped her neck and

ger and the need to break something myself. Poor Anatoly would take t

all. The handle reverberated as it buried itself against the plaster. "But allo

r, and I saw regret in her eyes t

to do next. I had wasted enough time here. There was a shitload of work left to d

ping back to give her room. Vera had worked her ass off all morning to

defying me. I wanted a reason to punish her. I wanted to peel that romper off

romper and slowly pulled it down over her breasts. Lust hit me hard and fast as h

lmost defiant that I was making her do so, and an

eling her clothing off her skin, I wasn't so sure. She was supposed to be a virgin,

a woman, and my thoughts went back to what Anatoly said. This wa

her breasts to her flat stomach and the vee in the middle of her thighs, barely covered with a scrap of lace the color of the ocean. For a moment

er, would be a

and nothing would stop me fro

ties off her and tasti

to be buried in her warmth. My mouth felt dry, and I licked my lips. Images of me press

meone this hard in

ck a dress and try it on," I growl

er. There were a variety of choices, from the raciest cut to a demurer look that would still look sinful on her body. Hell, I didn't care if

ing I was planning. She didn't like that I was flaunting her around, taking her innocence for my own gain. Like Anatoly, Vera was the only ot

s damning my soul to hel

op right above the dimples at her back. "What about

of her perfect pink lips. While I wanted certain people

pick." It would make every person at the wedding lust over her, but t

aught the shiny material. "I don't like it," she said right before she ripped t

wasn't done being a b

r dress. "I don't like this one eith

growled as she th

her dress. "Or maybe this one?" s

another fell to the ground. E

rip the final dress and pinned her against the

gize to Vera and her team for ruining their work." While I wasn't one to

ely una

nswered defiantly, lifting her

quit breathing as I pressed the cold blade against her throat, cl

softly, my voice barely a whisper. "But I

le disrespected those who were loyal to me. Loyalty and respect went hand

as I moved the knife down over her breast, careful not to pric

ere full, more than a handful that would spill over in my hand, but her nipples were high and proud and

etting my voice drop to a low octave that

one holding a knife to a very vulnerable part of he

ut I could make her pay for being a fucking brat. It would be what was expected, and if she we

n. "I'm sorry," she sa

ounded holl

d roughly, pulling the

head bowed. For a moment I watched her in the position of submis

What would it take to make her submit to me? Would there always be this wa

her, having her defy me, brought a certain level of interest to this re

olo

nce still burning in h

ology," I finally said.

en realization dawned in her eyes. She needed to learn a fucki

her clothing from her body. With a silent groan, I took it hot and heavy in my hand and stroked it from head to tip. I was

could make her beg for my cock if I wanted to, but I would save that for later,

e I thought she would, another notch of surprise o

he tip of my cock against her soft, silky lips. A savage surge of pleasure

d as I pulled her head closer and push