Beautiful Lies (Breaking Belles #2) - Alta Hensley Page 0,20

do you think you’re doing?”

I looked down to where I had the big box of bottles resting precariously on the open window ledge. I’d neatly laid the free-standing bottles on top.

“I think we should make a new rule. No drinking allowed.”

Sully sat up, his eyes suddenly much clearer. Clear and dark and angry. A tingle raced up my spine. I smiled and held up one of the free bottles. I’d already pulled out the stopper, and I tipped it upside down.

Crystal-like amber liquid flowed from the bottle down onto the green grass below. It was quite a beautiful display in the golden sunlight of mid-morning.

“Stop it!” Sully’s face went panicked, and he held out his hand like that would make the whiskey pause mid-flow.

“Are you ready to negotiate?”

But Sully’s eyes only went darker. “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”

I shrugged. “Fine with me. I never thought booze should be allowed in our room in the first place anyway.”

And with that, I took a quick glance below to make sure no gardeners or anyone else happened to be passing by, then I nudged the entire box out the window, tossing the last two bottles after it for good measure.

It exploded on the lawn below in a fantastic burst of glass, liquid, and wood. I grinned, feeling extremely satisfied with myself.

Extremely satisfied, that was, until I glanced back and saw Sully’s dark, furious face.

“You’re going to regret that, little girl.”

8

Sully

Strangle or fuck.

I was going to do one or the other to this woman before me.

“Have you lost your mind?” I seethed, standing up from the bed completely naked and not giving a shit that my dick was on full display. “Do you have any idea how much money you just threw out the window?”

She shrugged as if she hadn’t done anything worth mentioning. “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle, Mr. Rich Boy.” She walked past me and didn’t seem to flinch at my anger or my nudity. “Maybe now, you can do more than just drink your hours away.”

“First of all, princess,” I said as I casually leaned against the bottom bedpost and crossed my arms against my chest. “There is plenty of booze in this manor. I’m not worried about going dry.” I was pissed, but I wasn’t going to let on exactly how much. I didn’t want her to know that her little stunt had gotten my blood boiling. I needed to remain cool and collected.

She took a deep breath, and I watched her shoulders rise and fall. She didn’t say anything with her mouth, but her eyes said enough.

“Fuck you, bastard.”

“I’ve tried to play nice,” I said, taking a step toward her.

She laughed. “Nice? Is this what you call nice?” She laughed again. “I’m curious what your asshole looks like then.”

“You haven’t seen the worst of me, or this place yet. Trust me on that.”

“Frankly,” she began as she placed her hands on her hips. “I would take anything over what I’ve seen. You’re pathetic.”

“You just don’t know when you should shut those pretty little lips of yours.” I took another step toward her. “And it’s also time we have a little talk about the rules around here. You’re in my world now. Mine. So, clearly we need a little educating.”

“Stop,” she said as she took a step back toward the chairs in front of the fireplace. “Don’t come any closer.” She glanced down at my dick. “And put some clothes on.”

“When are you going to understand that you don’t get to be the one who issues the demands here? You aren’t in control, sweet ‘ems.” I closed the distance between us, grabbed her by the arm, and yanked her to the bed. Tossing her onto the mattress, I straddled her, taking her wrists and lifting them above her head.

She bucked and squealed against me, but my weight made her attempt of escape futile.

“Get off of me,” she shouted, tossing her head side to side and writhing beneath me.

“Or what?”

I liked showing her that she had no power in this situation. She could do absolutely nothing to fight me off, and she was not the one in control.

I was.

“I think it’s time I teach you a lesson. A real lesson. You aren’t the one with the power here. Not even a little bit.” Gripping her wrists with just one hand, I used my other to start lowering her pants.

Why should I be the only one naked?

“What are you doing? Stop it!” She tried to wiggle free, and although she