“If you want your father to stay out of prison with his failing health and your brother not to go to prison, you will,” he made sure he said it softly, calmly. “I can make all of it go away with one phone call.”
She folded her arms and narrowed her heavenly emerald eyes at him making a wicked smile begin to curl at the edges of his mouth. Fallon Prince was a beautiful, formidable, feisty woman but one he could easily handle. He knew that from the research he had been given on her but he also knew she would sacrifice herself for her family especially her twin brother with whom she shared a close bond. He couldn’t wait to have her lying beneath him in his bed tamed and submissive.
“You can’t threaten me like this. I will call the police.”
She reached for the phone. Vidar took a step forward and gently but firmly pulled the receiver out of her hand and replaced it.
“That is not going to help anyone. It certainly didn’t help my family when your father kidnapped my sister, and her friends, and trafficked them across Europe for sex. They didn’t lift a finger and I will make sure the British police grant you the same courtesy.” The bitterness in his voice was clearly audible and it was an effort to rein it in. Every time he thought of his sister at nineteen being abused by man after man or worse lying dead in an unmarked grave all because of Ethan Prince, he wanted to kill the man but perhaps fate was beating him to it. The man’s health was just about gone and time was running out for him. Taking his beautiful daughter and enslaving her as his whore was a much better revenge against a cruel bastard who was dying.
“What? This is some kind of joke, right?”
Vidar took hold of her arm and tugged her to him. She gave a small helpless gasp that made the sardonic smile now lighting his lips widen.
“Get used to it, Ms Prince you are coming with me. I own everything here including you.”
“I won’t be your whore. You are lying about my father. I know he has done a lot of things but he hasn’t done that.”
“I am afraid it is you who is lying to yourself. I have all the proof I need to have him convicted. But seeing him rot in a cosy cell isn’t enough. So, yes, you will. There is no choice. If you refuse, your father goes to prison and your brother gets convicted of a crime he didn’t commit just like my father did. Hopefully, he won’t die in jail like mine did or cause your stepmother to despair so much she commits suicide like my mother did.”
Fury darkened her delicate pale peach features. She raised her free hand to slap him but he caught it poised in mid-air and tightly gripped her wrist. He tutted and shook his head at her prompting his pretty little captive, with her gorgeous chestnut curls bouncing on her shoulders, to struggle to gain her freedom. She went wild beating her fists against him and kicking prompting him to quick stern action. Holding both of her arms while she kicked at his legs, he pushed her backwards towards the red leather Chesterfield at the side of the office. That distracted her and stopped her from kicking him. He said nothing. Actions would speak louder than words.
The moment he reached it, he swiftly sat down and pulled her off her feet without warning straight over his knee face downwards. He pulled her arms behind her back and joining her wrists together he secured them in the small of her back with one hand.
“What are you doing?” she was breathless and a little afraid.
Good. It will make your punishment more effective.
His words sounded cruel and sharp even in his mind.
Ignoring her demands and the small struggles she made over his knee trying to roll off him, he reached for the bottom of the black pencil skirt trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of strawberries and cream from her hair and the soft notes of orange, honey and gardenia coming from her perfume threatening to hypnotise him and cast him under her spell. She was his whore now and he was damn well going to treat her like one. He owed it to his family and justice itself even if she was simply the innocent sacrifice and pawn caught up in his game of revenge.
The Norwegian Billionaire roughly pulled Fallon’s skirt up her silky pale thighs and over that nice plump pert round bottom he hadn’t been able to stop admiring when he’d walked through the door. He bunched it around her waist and then dipped his fingers inside the back of the sexy skimpy black lace panties she wore making her cry out with indignation.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me go now before I scream for help.”
He chuckled.
“There is no one here to hear you,” he told her in a dark voice, building the tension she felt just a little higher as he began to tug her panties down over her butt to expose it. Vidar pulled them along her legs and down over her black patent leather high heels to toss them to the floor. “You won’t be needing them anymore,” he said with some humour.
The actions sent her in to a wild frenzy over his knee. Acting quickly, he curled his leg around her own preventing her from making any further movement. He smoothed his hand over the succulent bare flesh covering her exposed bottom making her whimper then raised his hand to sweep the first buttock with a hard slap. She yelped loudly, her voice banging off the glass walls of the office as she wiggled trying to escape the next, tantalising him with the brush of her helpless naked pussy across his lap.
Another slap.
“Let me start how
