“Hey,” he repeated in a whisper deciding to keep adopting the soft approach for now. He kissed her lightly again.
Once more, no reaction.
“I will allow you to fuck me, Mr Alvarsson, for the sake of my family, even if they don’t deserve it. But no more than that,” she hissed.
Vidar felt his black eyes narrow but he said nothing. He abruptly let go of her chin and pulled out of her body. He turned from her, re-inserting his cock back into his trousers, pulled up the zip and heard her jump down off the desk and smooth her skirt back down her legs.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked turning back to her.
She moved around behind the desk and took some things out of the drawer. She dropped them in a half-filled box and took hold of her suit jacket she had draped behind the chair.
“Yes,” she answered coldly.
Fallon walked towards him and he gestured with his open arms to take the box from her to carry. She came close ready to give it to him but surprised him by throwing it at him and raising her knee to thrust it up between his legs. Groaning in agony, he bent forward still holding the box he’d so eloquently caught. Fallon seized her chance. Grabbing her purse off the desk she ran to the glass doors.
She tore out of the doors as he stood straight with effort and deposited the box back on top of the desk. He forced himself to rush to the doors as she was locking them from the outside. He shook the door handle.
“You can’t run from this, Fallon,” he shouted at her from behind the glass as she backed away from him. “I will hunt you down. Your family will pay for what your father did to my sister and the rest of us. I won’t ever let this go.”
He shook the glass doors with frustration. She ignored him and turned to run out the department leaving him trapped there.
“Fallon!” he shouted watching her go. “Damn it.”
He took out his mobile and called his security chief for assistance and to have her whereabouts tracked. When Michael finally came to let him out of the office, his suspicions had been confirmed, Fallon had run home. Her stepmother opened the door to the Belgravia mansion as soon as he arrived in the Bentley outside.
“She is upstairs,” was all the woman said.
As he nodded and came through the door his mind cast back to his meeting with the woman and Ethan Prince only a couple of hours ago.
“It is out of the question. You can’t ask that of me,” Ethan Prince was insistent. He took a large gulp of his whiskey and Vidar noticed his hands were shaking. “I won’t give up my daughter not for anyone and especially you.” He wagged a finger at Vidar. “I know you don’t just get your name The Viking for raiding companies but your reputation with women. You take who you want when you want and then toss them aside when you have tarnished them. You are not going to ruin my daughter and claim your danegeld. I have other plans for her.”
“Yes, you want to marry her to that sadistic Russian bastard, Lyov Petrov who you traffic women across Europe with,” he snapped. “She is safer with me. You don’t give a fuck about your own daughter, only what she can do for you. I don’t know why I am surprised.”
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
“She belongs to me and is mine to do with as I wish.”
“She will pay the debt you owe to my family and if you don’t want to go to prison for your final days you will persuade her to come with me. I will make sure you are left with nothing before you die just like you did to my family all those years ago. Give me your daughter and I will make it go away.”
“What the hell do you want her for? To be your whore?”
“Yes,” he said calmly, arrogantly crossing his leg as he sat in the chair.
Prince threw his glass against the floor smashing it and leaned over to pull Vidar up from the chair by his lapels.
“Over my dead body,” the older man hissed.
Vidar reacted quickly, taking hold of him ready to fight, something he had been wanting to do for so long. The anger swelled inside him.
“Yes, just like you did to my sister while you played with her until you sold her. Where is she? How many times did you rape her? You haven’t told Fallon about her mother have you? You haven’t told her she was another woman you bought and raped over and over until she became pregnant with Fallon and just a year later, because you couldn’t keep your hands off her, she conceived her brother. When she tried to take them both and run, you killed her. Do they know you are a fucking monster? I have waited a long time for this,” he shouted unable to stop himself.
Ethan raised his fist to punch Vidar but he was stopped by a loud, curt, and clipped female voice.
“Ethan. Stop this at once. There is no need for violence and you can’t take it. I want your strength up for the operation next week. I am not going to let your heart give out on you before you get that transplant.”
Both men stopped and turned to look at Adrianna Prince. Ethan’s second wife, Fallon’s stepmother. Ethan was still shaking with rage but he lowered his fist and pushed Vidar away from him. The Billionaire straightened his tie and nodded with respect at the woman.
“I heard everything and we have no choice, Ethan. I will not let you get hurt or worse,
