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Vidar Alvarsson marched along the corridor of the office building in Docklands, London in his designer black three-piece black suit with purpose checking his cufflinks, a habit he had of doing when he was about to enter a confrontation. Nicknamed the Viking because of his ruthless raiding of companies and stripping their assets, he more than lived up to the name with his striking Nordic features with a neatly groomed beard and tall appearance that left any woman who came near him falling at his feet. He had waited a long time for revenge on his nemesis. Now everything in the building and the majority of the rest of Ethan Prince’s dubious business empire now belonged to him and Alvarsson industries. He’d bought the stock in Baron Prince Petroleum at a cut down price when he had helped to break news of its money laundering operation, other illegal practices and mafia connections made by the CEO and chair of the Board. Now he was the majority holder and buying up the rest of the stock no one wanted anymore and he was stripping the company and taking the assets. There was just one final asset to claim, Ethan Prince’s daughter.
He made his way along the corridor past glass enclosed offices full of people gathering up their belongings and making preparations to leave towards three large offices overlooking the Thames and stopped at the first one. Fallon was pacing up and down talking to someone on the phone looking frantic and stressed out. He knew it was her father. Vidar didn’t wait to be invited in. Fallon looked up the moment he walked inside and contorted her pretty porcelain features with a glare, slamming down the phone, her conversation unfinished.
“There is no way, I am coming with you. I don’t care what my father said on the phone,”
Fallon Prince appeared adamant and the Billionaire realised he was going to have to be more persuasive. “He thinks he can make decisions for me but he can’t. I will not give up control of my life for a man not even for him.”
“If you want your father to stay out of prison with his failing health and your brother to be reunited with his husband you will,” he made sure he said it softly, calmly. “I can make all of it go away with one phone call.”
She folded her arms and narrowed her heavenly emerald eyes at him making a wicked smile begin to curl at the edges of his mouth. Fallon Prince was a beautiful formidable feisty woman but one he could easily handle. He knew that from the research he had been given on her but he also knew she would sacrifice herself for her family especially her twin brother with whom she shared a close bond. He couldn’t wait to have her lying beneath him in his bed tamed and submissive.
“You can’t threaten me like this. I will call the police.”
She reached for the phone. Vidar took a step forward and gently but firmly pulled the receiver out of her hand and replaced it.
“That is not going to help anyone. It certainly didn’t help my family when your father kidnapped my sister with her friends and trafficked them across Europe for sex. They didn’t lift a finger and I will make sure the British police grant you the same courtesy,” the bitterness in his voice was clearly audible and it was an effort to rein it in. Every time he thought of his sister at nineteen being abused by man after man or worse lying dead in an unmarked grave all because of Ethan Prince, he wanted to kill the him but perhaps fate was beating him to it. The man was health was just about gone and time was running out for him. Taking his beautiful daughter and enslaving her as his whore was a much better revenge against a cruel bastard who was dying.
“What? This is some kind of joke, right?”
Vidar kept hold of her arm and tugged her to him. She gave a small helpless gasp that made the sardonic smile now lighting his lips widen.
“Get used to it, Ms Prince you are coming with me. I own everything here including you.”
“I won’t be your whore. You are lying about my father. I know he has done a lot of things but he hasn’t done that.”
“I am afraid it is you who is lying to yourself. I have all of the proof I need to have him convicted. But seeing him rot in a cosy cell isn’t enough. Yes, you will. There is no choice. If you refuse, your father goes to prison and your brother gets convicted of a crime he didn’t commit just like my father did. Hopefully, he won’t die in jail like mine did or cause your step mother to despair so much she commits suicide like my mother did.”
Fury darkened her delicate pale peach features. She raised her free hand to slap him but he caught it poised in mid air and tightly gripped her wrist. He tutted and shook his head at her prompting his pretty little captive with her gorgeous chestnut curls bouncing on her shoulders to struggle to gain her freedom. She went wild beating her fists against him and kicking prompting him in to quick stern action. Holding both of her arms while she kicked at his legs, he pushed her backwards towards the red leather Chesterfield at the side of the office. That distracted her and stopped her from kicking him. He said nothing. Actions would speak louder than words.
The moment he reached it, he swiftly sat down and pulled her off her feet without warning straight over his knee face downwards. He pulled her arms behind her back and joining her wrists together he secured them in the small of her back with one hand.
“What are you doing?” she was breathless and a little afraid.
Good. It will make your punishment more effective.
His words sounded cruel and sharp even in his mind.
Ignoring her demands and the small struggles she made over his knee trying to roll off him, he reached for the bottom of the black pencil skirt trying to ignore the intoxicating scent of strawberries and cream from her hair and the soft notes of orange, honey and gardenia coming from her perfume threatening to hypnotise him and cast him under her spell. She was his whore now and he was damn well going to treat her like one. He owed it to his family and justice itself even if she was simply the innocent sacrifice and pawn caught up in his game of revenge.
The Norwegian Billionaire roughly pulled Fallon’s skirt up her silky pale thighs and over that nice plump pert round bottom he hadn’t been able to stop admiring when he’d walked through the door. He bunched it around her waist and then dipped his fingers inside the back of the sexy skimpy black lace panties she wore making her cry out indignation.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? Let me go now before I scream for help.”
“There is no one here to hear you,” he told her in a dark voice, building the tension she felt just a little higher as he began to tug her panties down over her butt to expose it. Vidar pulled them along her legs and down over her black patent leather high heels to toss them to the floor. “You won’t be needing them anymore,” he said with some humour.
The actions sent her in to a wild frenzy over his knee. Acting quickly, he curled his leg around her own preventing her from making any further movement. He smoothed his hand over her the succulent bare flesh covering her exposed bottom making her whimper then raised his hand to sweep the first buttock with a hard slap. She yelped loudly, her voice banging off the glass walls of the office as she wiggled trying to escape the next, tantalising him with the brush of her helpless naked pussy across his lap.
“Let me start how I mean to go on. Every time you disobey me or try to strike me, I am going to spank you like a child,” he informed her picking up the tempo, striking the seat of her bottom and then each buttock in turn. “This is how your life is going to be from now on, Fallon. Get used to it fast and submit to my wishes. If you accept my control of your life, you will want for nothing expect perhaps love.”
Her butt jumped and quivered turning a soft rosy blush that deepened with each hot sting he applied to her cheeks turning his attention to compliment the colour by spanking the tender backs of her thighs. Fallon’s yelps turned in to cries that broadened in to sobs as he delivered her firm spanking without remorse. Next time she thought of trying to hurt him or break free she would think better of gaining another burning bottom. He gave her two more strokes and finished. She was sobbing and panting when he rested his hand on her hot flesh. He rubbed it gently feeling the sudden urge to soothe and calm it.
“There. There. All over,” his gentle voice betrayed a small amount of malice that sparked a twinge of guilt in his icy heart. He dismissed it.
“Now, let me see if you have learnt your lesson and understand that I am now in full control of you and your life whether you wish it or not,” he whispered continuing to lightly caress her bottom loving the feel of heat emanating from it as its sting pulsed and throbbed.
Gently, he pulled her skirt down loving the idea she was now free and available to his caress under it. He finished by smoothing the material over her rump and gave her bottom a condescending pat when she wriggled on his knee and growled.
“I can see you are going to be over my knee a lot if you continue to take this attitude,” he sighed with humour relishing the thought. Carefully, he let go of her arms and allowed her to stand. She stood in front of him with her tear stained face, fury in her eyes as he in turn stood to tower over her small curved form. Cautiously she took two steps back and then made a lunge for her panties lying on the floor. But he made sure he got there first, scooping them up in to his hand. He opened the flimsy material up in front of her deciding to press her buttons a little more and studied them.
“Very pretty and very skimpy,” he said bringing the delicate material to his nose. “Mmmm. They smell of you. Strawberries and cream. I like them but you won’t be needing them. I will hang on to them for now,” he informed her slipping them in to his trouser pocket.
Fallon stared hard at his trouser pocket. She had that look that told him she was about to bolt and make a run for the door. He shook his head and fastened the button on his suit jacket.
“Don’t think of trying it. You won’t get very far. I will have you picked up before you get out of Docklands and I will have no choice but to keep you locked up until you see the error of your ways,” he mocked.
But she still had to try it. He already knew that in his heart. He’d learned that Fallon Prince was a fighter. He was going to enjoy the challenge of training her to reveal the natural submissive he knew she was hiding under that icy exterior.”
“You are lying. You can’t keep me with you against my will.”
She turned on her high heels and made a dash for the door. Vidar stood with his hand in his trouser pocket and watched her amused.
“Technically, I can. I can do whatever the hell I like. I have the means and the motive. What about your father and your brother? I am told you have always put your family first, to your detriment. Why stop now?”
Fallon opened the glass door and stopped dead, her back to him as he started to walk towards her.
“I meant what I said. Carter will go to prison. The police will blame him for the money laundering scandal in the company when we both know it was your father and his Russian Mafia friends. You and your brother had no clue what he was doing. He has been hiding who he really is from both of you for a very long time. I know you are only working here at Baron Prince Petroleum because your brother begged you to. He is afraid of your father and the way he still physically threatens you both and has done since you were children. You gave up your dream of being an astrophysicist just to protect him and I know you will now. Everything your bastard father told you on the telephone before I came here was the truth. He is a kidnapper, rapist, trafficker, a murderer and he and the rest of your family including your doting aunt will answer for keeping his crimes silent and unpunished,” Vidar’s Norwegian accent had become stronger as he had grown more passionate with his speech. He fought to keep his anger and righteous sense of justice under control.
For a second she remained quiet. Not once did she correct him or leap to her father’s defence.
“He is now. He is dying,” she said tearfully, her voice full of anger yet Vidar could not detect any pity or real love for the man she called her father. It didn’t surprise or shock him. If anything, it made her more endearing. “Isn’t that enough?”
“No. No, I am afraid it isn’t. You wouldn’t want your brother to go to jail for a crime he is innocent of, or would you?”
She turned around.
“You a cruel bastard,” she spat the words at him. “Who put the idea of taking me as your whore?”
“That was all my idea. You should know your father strongly objected but then we know why. He wants to marry you off to one of his violent abusive rich mafia friends before he dies. The guy is already planning his wedding. He’s had a thing for you for a long time now. Although I know it isn’t mutual. He makes your skin crawl. Can’t say I blame you. Not to mention his violent nature with women.”
There was no masking the contempt Vidar held in his tone for Ethan Prince and the treatment of his own family as well as the billionaire’s own.
“I am really doing you a favour. At least you will be safe with me. Your stepmother was all for this arrangement on the condition I left the rest of Ethan’s inherited wealth alone. She will do anything for that man or at least his money.”
“I need to talk to them. You are lying.”
“Unfortunately for you, I am afraid I am not. You can’t run home. They have agreed not to let you back in. All of the company credit cards have been cancelled as have your own. I made sure no one will take you in. There is nowhere for you to go not even to that cold violent ex-husband of yours. You will now rely on me to provide for you,” he delivered the statement coldly.
“You have no right,” there was some angry hysteria in her voice threatening to erupt making him sweep his eyes over with concern and then quickly hide it, determined she would not see any weakness for her even if he was beginning to feel it.
“How the hell did you do that? I would rather walk the streets and starve. I can look after myself.”
The Billionaire moved closer to Fallon watching her lips tremble as emotion threatened to override her steely resolve once more. There was that feeling of guilt stabbing his heart again and something else, something he hadn’t expected to experience. He felt protective of her for the cruelty shown by her father and step mother so willing to give her life up even without her consent. The Billionaire tucked his fingers underneath her chin and raised her face up towards him. He studied her glossy pink lips.
“Do not be afraid, little one,” he said with a caressing whisper. “I will take very good care of you. Behave and you will find me kind.”
Fallon couldn’t look at him. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it. He felt a surge of triumph. He was winning the battle.
“Good,” he made sure his tone softly blew across her senses coaxing her in to submission. “You have made the right decision. I promise Carter will be safe. The police will release him this afternoon. You have my word.”
Fallon let go of the door handle and allowed it to close. He watched her close her eyes and open them again with frustration but she did not speak. She walked away from him back in to the office towards her desk as though she wasn’t sure what she should do. He followed her and when she turned to address him again he was close.
“What is this going to entail?” she asked breathlessly.
She sounded so fragile, so hurt. It made him reach out and brush her cheek with his fingers to soothe her agitation. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. For a moment, he wavered wondering if he should forget the whole revenge thing. Then he saw his mother’s body hanging from the rope swinging from the rafter in the garage in their country home in Skjolden. He’d found her at sixteen years old and he’d spent the next two years in foster homes while his father was in prison trying to come to terms with what had happened, doing drugs, hanging around with the wrong crowd. It had taken every ounce of strength to pull himself out of his depression and make a success of his life. It had turned his heart hard and Fallon’s family deserved to pay for destroying his. Too bad she was the one to pay on their behalf. The sliver of ice in his heart cut a little deeper and returned him to his senses.
“It starts here,” he said seductively sweeping his hands around her waist. She gave him no objection. With one sharp tug, he pulled her closer so that the tips of her breasts in the crisp white shirt brushed his suit. The simple contact fired inside him making him hard. He had to be inside her. Vidar bent his frame and lifted her up to deposit her to sitting on the edge of the modern dark wood desk. He heard a small frightened gasp leave her lips as she reached her hands out to cling to his suit jacket to maintain her balance. That need to protect her soared even higher inside him and there was little he could do to deflect it. Even his anger and desire for revenge could not dismiss the overriding feeling.
The urge to possess her because of it was strong. Not something he had banked on. He wondered if she could also feel the electricity suddenly dancing between them. Vidar placed his hands on her hips and held them possessively for a brief moment before widening his palms and sliding them down her legs to the hem of the skirt. His lips were so close to her neck. He could feel his breath brushing across her delicate pale pink skin. The urge to touch his lips to it was almost overwhelming but he refrained just because he could.
Vidar sashayed the sexy black skirt up those hot lightly tanned hips and thighs until it settled at her waist. He looked down to inspect her feeling the thrill of anticipation as he did so. He rested his hands on her hips again feeling her body gently tremble causing him to feel protective of her once more.
“Shh. It’s ok. You are safe,” he whispered.
Fallon had beautiful curves with full hips. They were a pleasure to hold not like some of the bony ones belonging to some women who constantly dieted and never felt themselves thin enough. He gripped them tightly and heard Fallon give a soft unexpected moan of pleasure. The Billionaire couldn’t help but raise a surprised eyebrow and gloat inside. He swept his eyes over her pussy taking in the neatly shaven triangle and found himself holding his breath.
“Very beautiful,” the compliment was out of his lips before he could check it.
I wonder if you are wet after your spanking. It would be perfect if you were. Even when I was first shown your photograph and made the decision to own you, I knew you were submissive. Prove me right, little one. Make this the perfect revenge.