Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“The hell I will.” I took a few steps back. “This would ruin me.”
“Princess, this is the only thing that will save you.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me pictures of myself, naked and asleep in his bed. “If you don’t do this, these pictures are going to be uploaded to the internet, and then I will send copies to every single publication I can think of.”
“What is to stop you from doing that with the pictures you want to take here?” I asked.
He gave me a wicked smile.
“You are just going to have to trust me. I want these pictures for my own use. They are going to prove a point. And if you behave, nothing will ever get leaked to the public, at least not by my doing.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“You don’t really have a choice. You either take the pictures now like a good girl and you trust I won’t release them, or you refuse like a brat. Then I will treat you like a brat, and I will take far worse pictures of you. Then, I will personally release them everywhere and make them go viral. What will it be?”
Fuck.
“Please, this would ruin everything.”
“Princess.” He smiled at me. “That is the point.”
CHAPTER 21
MARKSEN
“Marksen, please don’t do this.” She begged so sweetly.
It was almost enough to touch something inside me.
Almost, but not quite.
“What’s the matter, Olivia? Are you saying your reputation is important for your business?” I asked as I got behind the tripod and fired off a few shots.
Part of me wanted her admission to be enough, but it wasn’t. If I had been getting revenge on Olivia, it would have been. This wasn’t about her, though, so it wouldn’t be enough.
“You know it is,” she said as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “I was wrong, okay. You have every right to be mad at Luc for what he did.”
“Is doing,” I corrected.
“Fine, for what he is doing. But I’ve told you, doing this to me isn’t going to change anything.”
“Oh, that’s just not true, princess. Destroying your reputation will make me feel better.” I smiled at her. “Don’t worry. There is a small chance your brother will do what he needs to, and these photos will never see the light of day.”
“What do you want him to do?” she asked.
I clicked the camera shutter. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
I was being an ass but watching her go from scared to worried to hopeful, then back again, was giving me some great shots. “There is a chance that all of this will be okay, and the only time anyone will look at these photos will be when I want to be reminded of what a good little slut you were for me.”
More tears built in her eyes and threatened to tumble down her cheeks.
“Careful, doll. We don’t want to ruin that gorgeous makeup just yet,” I mocked. “Do it now, or I start releasing the pictures I already took of you to the world.”
Her lips trembled as she moved to the table and got to her knees on the floor.
The large billowing skirt of the dress puffed out around her, framing her in a wave of red silk that made her pale skin glow. Her tear-filled eyes seemed brighter, and her painted lips darker.
She looked like a porcelain doll or some angel sent from heaven to test the virtues of men. Too bad for her, I had no virtues, and I would pull her down to Hell with me.
“Let’s start with some simple poses. Pick up one of the money rolls, put it to your nose, and act like you are going to do a line.” I squatted down so I was just below eye level, looking to see if I needed to adjust the tripod to get the best angles and lighting.
Her hand shook. “Please,” she begged again. “Don’t make me do this.”
“You don’t have to snort the powder to make it look real.” I centered her in the frame and got some great shots.
The set I had built was perfect. It had the appearance of a trashed hotel room. Perhaps I would be able to photoshop her sister and the other Astrid girl in as well—something to consider if I ultimately leaked this all to the press.
Her hand shook so hard she created a zigzag pattern in the powdered sugar as she tried to mimic snorting a line of cocaine.
“Good,” I said as she finally did as she was told. “Now, I want you to pick up the sex toy on your right. Don’t worry, it’s brand new. I bought it just for you.”
She cringed when I said that but looked around.
“What did you want me to pick up?” Her brow furrowed in confusion.
There were a few sex toys strewn around the room. A bullet vibrator lay on the floor next to her, some nipple clamps dangled from chains on the sofa, and there was even a clit sucker on the table. Those would all have been fun to play with, but overall, they were pretty tame.