He’s been planning this for months?
This is crazy. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“This is what’s going to happen. You’re going to call your brother and tell him that you are with me in my penthouse. You’ll say that things are going well between us. Very well. And that you’ll be staying with me for a while.”
There’s no hope of getting out of here tonight if I go along with this. “I won’t do that.”
“You will. Because if you don’t, I’ll turn over all of the video surveillance I have of you and your brother stealing from me. And we wouldn’t want to disappoint little Michaela, would we?”
What kind of man would use Adam’s sick daughter as a weapon to make me do what he wants?
Only one answer: a monster.
“Why do you wantme? There must a million women out there who would willingly fall at your feet. Volunteer to be your submissive.”
“You can’t break someone who’s willing to be broken.”
“That doesn’t explain why you chose me.”
“You came intomycasino. You made a conscious decision to take frommewhen you’re well aware of what I’m capable of doing. You’ve done what most men don’t have the balls to do. I respect that. And it turns me the fuck on.”
I get it now. He likes a strong woman—a strong woman who will submit to him.
“I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I didn’t walk into your casino knowing what kind of man you were. I didn’t and don’t know what you’re capable of doing. My intentions were to fly in under the radar and fly out with some cash.”
“Bullshit. You’re the daughter of Conrad Grant. Your father told you everything that he knew about me and my casino while he was training you and your brother.”
It’s true. My lessons were extensive when it came to learning everything about casinos across the United States. But not Tristan Broussard’s.
Don’t fuck with the Broussards. Don’t fuck with their casinos. Don’t fuck with them period.
Dad was very clear where the Broussards were concerned. One thing he wasn’t clear about was the reason. He never once gave me an answer when I asked. I think that’s the reason I was so damn curious about coming into one of the Broussard casinos.
But now I’m beginning to see why my dad told me to stay away.
“I understand that this is sudden, and you’ll need time to consider your options.”
I have options? “Which are what?”
“Submitting to me.” A wicked grin spreads across his handsome face. “Or… submitting to me.”
He wants to fuck me… and probably in all kinds of demented ways while he inflicts pain. Well, I’m not down with that. “I’ll never submit to being your plaything.”
“If you don’t choose to bemyplaything, you’re going to end up in jail being someone else’s plaything. Which may not bother you too much if you enjoy eating pussy.” He chuckles. “Do you enjoy eating pussy, Miss Grant?”
Amazing. This man stands before me looking so damn important. Like a total professional. His appearance would lead anyone to think that he could be a man who works on Wall Street, yet the things coming out of his mouth sound like the dialogue for an amateur porn flick.
“I’m not into women, Mr. Broussard.”
“I didn’t think so. I take you for a girl who likes a big, long, thick dick sliding in and out of her cunt.”
“Mr. Broussard…” I don’t know why my cheeks are so hot. This man is the one who is being inappropriate. He’s the one who should be embarrassed.
“I can’t decide which way you’ll look more beautiful—on your knees sucking my cock or on your hands and knees with your tits jiggling every time I shove my cock into your pussy from behind.”
I press my legs together so hard that they couldn’t be pried open with a crowbar. “You’ll not get the chance to find out.”
He comes at me, grasps the backs of my calves and forces me onto my side. His hand rubs my ass before he lifts his palm and smacks it hard, forcing an unexpected yelp out of me. I silently reprimand myself for giving him that satisfaction. “We’ll see about that, sweet Em.”
