"I'm going to fuck you until you say you're sorry for being a fucking brat," he snarled in my ear.
"Yes, Daddy" I moaned while his fingers moved in sync in pussy.
"Brava ragazza," he cooed.
[Good girl]
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Naina Patel- A 21 year old genius lawy...
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"Dante, where is she? It's been an hour," I asked him for the second time in 5 minutes, I am not a patient man. He mumbles something in response, leaving the room in the process.
I have already sent Marie multiple times to go check on her, but she wasn't in her room. She didn't escape otherwise her dog would be gone too. My sister has a dog and she would do anything for that thing.
"Enough is enough," I growl while slamming my hands on the table and leaping to my feet.
I start to storm out, when I hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the halls. I stop to listen grabbing my gun from my holster. Just as the footsteps round the corner, I draw my gun, prepared to shoot.
"Woah chill, it's just the person you kidnapped and now are practically blackmailing to work for you," Naina says with her hands in the air.
I roll my eyes, "Why the fuck are you so late," I scowled at her.
"Well I was busy, the world doesn't revolve around you chodhru"she replies looking at me directly in my eyes. [fucker]
"Sit," I grunt out, now more annoyed than when she wasn't here.
"Jeez, someone's panties are in a bunch," she murmurs to herself while rolling her eyes, but loud enough for me to hear.
Why does everyone keep saying that? Im not that bad. Am I?
Finally she sits her ass in the seat, smoothing her pants, and crossing her legs. She looks up at me and finds me eyes locking onto them. I stare right back at her. She has manners, I'm shocked.
I take time to analyze her features, she has big brown eyes, long lashes, and full lips. Her lighter skin complemented her curly black hair that was in two messy braids.
Snap out of it.
"Did you need me for something or should I leave?" she asks annoyed, rolling her eyes.
I slowly walk around to my seat at the other end of the table, resting my elbows on the hard wood. Dante returns with a thick file clutched in his right hand and whiskey in his left. He throws the file on the table in front of me and pushes the drink into my hand.
"You are going to need this, she's a handful," he tells me, not caring if she can hear.
Naina only rolls her eyes in response.
I begin, "Naina Patel, 21, Harvard grad, first year as a lawyer---,".
"Congratulations, you read my LinkedIn profile,"she cuts me off, rolling her eyes in the process.
"Shut up and listen," I say downing my whiskey and slamming it on the table, the burning sensation calms my nerves, "We shall skip formalities and get straight to the point then,".
A maid runs in with a bottle and refills my glass. I hold up my hand signaling for her to leave the bottle, which she does. Naina rolls her eyes again, it must be a hobby at this point. I proceed to slide the file in front of her. She opens it reluctantly and scans through the first page.
