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  With an animalistic noise, he carried her to the bed. Bending with her legs still around him he lowered her down on it. He gripped her throat hard with his hand. She panted and looked up at him as he roughly forced her legs apart. He reached for the tampon he had thrown on top of the bed in the struggle and with his teeth opened the wrapper. The Billionaire intensified the grip on her throat forcing her head up and back and with a careful gentle and correctly aimed slap he tapped the side of her face in one quick motion with his hand. She gasped with a sound that was more aroused than shocked. His little princess whore liked to be roughly handled.

  “Don’t move or I will put you to bed naked with your legs raised and open so I can change your tampon when needed. Do I make myself clear? You are here to service my needs like a whore whether you like it or not. Put your feet flat on the bed and keep those legs open.”

  He took her silence to mean he had been understood and let go of her throat to turn his attention to her vagina. She was flooded but there was no more blood when he examined it with his finger. It seemed Fallon would be enduring some more PMT anger symptoms before the night was out. A part of him relished the thought of another rough tussle that this time would perhaps end in her begging him to take her. Vidar gave Fallon’s vagina a soft stroke to soothe her impressed she was now lying still and breathing hard.

  It was by no means the first time he had inserted a tampon in to a woman and he knew exactly what to do. Using his fingers, he opened the entrance to her vagina nice and wide and slowly inserted the tampon. Content it was comfortably lodged inside and she was adequately plugged, he closed her legs and lifted her by the arms to sitting. She could barely look at him.

  “Good girl. That wasn’t too bad now was it. You made a fuss for nothing.”

  She glared at his condescending tone making him smile with satisfaction.

  “I will change you in a couple of hours.” He set the alarm on his Vacheron Constantin watch. “If I find you have taken it out and changed yourself, I will take my belt to your bottom again and I am not sure your bottom will want that. Am I understood, Fallon?”

  She ignored him and started to get up off the bed reaching for the remnants of her dress. He stopped her, gripping her wrists again.

  “Answer me, Fallon.”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  “Good. Stay where you are.”

  The Billionaire let go of her wrists.

  “I will fetch you some panties and a new dress,” he told her picking up the remnants of material to toss it in to the bin.

  Shame, I liked you in that dress. It showed your curves off to perfection. No matter, I will buy you another one.

  “You have been taking care of people to your detriment for too long and have been abused for it. It is time you learnt to trust a man and let him take care of you,” he chastised.

  A wave of protectiveness swept unexpectedly over him. It was happening too often. But he liked caring for her. It appeared to come easy to him even though it was a feeling he had never experienced before with a woman. They were usually just a quick fuck. He never let them get any closer. She had his emotions all over the place.

  Damn you, Fallon Prince. You are casting a spell on me.

  “I want you to get some rest before the party I am hosting on board tonight when we reach Stavanger. There are some contacts coming on board who may prove helpful on the latest lead I have on my sister. He couldn’t help but ruffle her hair like you would a child. “You look tired, Fallon. Are you in pain? Can I get you any medication? I will get a hot water bottle and some more warm food brought up.”

  “No, nothing. Thank you. The pain has eased for the moment.”

  “I want you to eat. You ate nothing last night and I won’t take no for an answer. Let’s get you dressed first.”

  He went straight to her underwear draw and selected a pair new chaste cotton panties. He opened them and taking them from the packaging he bent in front of her and asked her to insert her feet in them. Blushing, she quietly did as she was told and allowed him to the slide the panties up her thighs and smooth the material over the curve of her hot red flushed bottom making her wince when they settled against her skin. When he finished he gently patted one buttock. Next, he selected another dress from the cupboard and a warm cardigan before making her sit back down on the sofa with her feet up and picked up the phone to order some tea, more hot food, medication and a hot water bottle.

  “I am going to take a shower before the food arrives,” he informed her undoing the zip on his trousers and unabashedly removing them in front of her.

  He noticed her eyes swept over his tightly muscled athletic frame. He wore no underwear and he could tell by the look on her face she was shocked even though she must have seen that he didn’t in the office. Vidar grinned and faced her front ways watching her eyes take in his huge length and its erectness still pulsing hard after their tussle.

  “I don’t want you to move off the sofa but to take your medication when it comes. When the food arrives, I will feed you so you won’t be able to refuse it.”

  Without another word, he walked proudly to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

  Chapter Five

  Vidar sat on the bed in his tuxedo watching Fallon breathe in her sleep. He stretched out his fingers and lightly stroked her soft pale cheek. Her face was tear stained. He bent his head feeling annoyed she had not reached out for him when she was upset but then what did he expect. The day at sea had passed quietly. She had read and stayed in the cabin ignoring him as usual. At least she had eaten a little food and had allowed him to change her tampon when needed. Now they had docked in Stavanger and he had let her sleep for as long as he could.

  Vidar bent his head and brushed his lips across hers. She stirred in her sleep but did not wake. From what he could gather she had been asleep for a couple of hours and she needed to get washed and ready. Time to take out the tampon again. Perhaps it would be better to do it while she was asleep and avoid more harsh words.

  The Billionaire trailed the tips of his fingers down Fallon’s bare arm enjoying the feel of her silky skin, on to her hip and the swell of her rump easily accessible from her resting position on her side on top of the bed. Unable to help himself, he circled his fingers in the middle of one buttock knowing fine well his touch would produce a healthy flush of dampness to her pussy. He had already learnt how well she responded to being touched and slapped on her bottom and he enjoyed wielding power over her desire.

  She moved restlessly and moaned but still did not wake. A satisfied smile lit Vidar’s sensuous lips. Playing with her he traced his finger along the bottom of the swell and down the back of her thigh. Another moan escaped her lips. Her bottom raised and thrust towards him beckoning more of his caress in her sleep. Vidar continued for a while longer and then glanced at his watch. It was getting late. Reluctantly stopping, he began to slide Fallon’s sexy black summer dress up her thighs until her panties were exposed.

  “Shhhh,” he whispered when she whimpered as he turned her over on to her back. With great care, he pulled her panties down her legs and off her body. Opening her thighs, he peered down to view her vagina and the tampon. She was wet. Plying open her pussy lips swollen with arousal, he took hold of the bottom of the tampon and slowly pulled it out.

  He raised it to examine the end and frowned. It was not saturated in blood. Only a small amount had coated it. He disposed of it briefly bending to kiss her clit before walking to the bathroom. He wondered if she regularly experienced mood swings and this intense pain every month. He’d expected her to be heavy by now. Returning to the bed he sat down next to her and cupped her stomach to rub it, attempting to coax the blood to move and give her relief. It woke her.

  The Billionaire watched Fallon’s dark lashes flutter open. She gave him a bemused look and glanced down at her bare midriff and exposed sex. Before she could say a word, he spoke first resting his hand back on her tummy to rub it again.

  “It’s
time to get dressed. You aren’t heavy and I want to know if you are in pain.”

  “I’m fine,” she said curtly.

  “I disagree. You were in a lot of pain before and your face looks drawn and pale. You need medication. Does this happen every month?”

  Fallon gave a sigh and lay back down after trying to get up and feeling his hand press down on her stomach to dissuade her from moving until she answered him.

  “Yes. I get bad PMT and my period takes a while to come on. I can’t believe you are interested in this. This is weird and isn’t any of your business.”

  “I am concerned about your health and well-being,” he said uncaring about her remark. To him it was natural. “When we come back from Norway I will schedule an appointment with a doctor to have you examined.”

  “No.”

  “Yes. Must we go through this argument again. You will do as I tell you.”

  “I am not a child.”

  Vidar decided to ignore her and stood from the bed.

  “Let’s get you in the shower. I have already picked out a dress and underwear for you. They will be lying on the bed for you when you come out,” he said taking her hand to help her from the bed to lead her to the bathroom. “Do not put them on until I have come back to insert your tampon. I will get you some painkillers.”

  She turned to protest but he quickly tapped her bottom with his hand and gave her encouraging careful push inside the bathroom quickly closing the door behind her. He waited until he heard the shower running and left.

  The Billionaire made his way down the sweeping staircase to cross the cream and gold interior of the main sitting area to his study to make a call before the guests began to arrive. His mobile rang. It was one of his security team in Stavanger already searching for Stena.

  “As you requested we have invited the man we believe might know of your sister’s whereabouts. He will be at the party tonight.”

  “Good. Maybe we can move this forward and get her home safe.”

  Vidar ended the call excited that he might finally get to meet his sister and be reunited with lost family. He made his business call in his study looking out at the picturesque small white wooden houses of Old Stavanger dwarfed by the yacht and the cruise ship docked in front of them doused in the early evening sunshine. The beautiful houses with cobbled streets weaving in and around them on a bank were gaily decorated with vibrant coloured flowers in pots and hanging baskets. He fancied he might take Fallon for a walk around them and show her the beauty of his country tomorrow before taking her for lunch. He sighed. What the hell was he doing? He was trying to romance her when he had changed her life and forced her to live a new one with him. Could there ever be a loving relationship between two people on that foundation? Perhaps he was right, he was crazy and deluded to believe so but something told him that now she was under his skin he wasn’t going to give up trying. He finished his call and returned to the cabin.

  Fallon had been reluctant to have another tampon inserted by him. He’d made her lie on the bed with her legs bent and open as he knelt between them and completed the task. She put on the red dress he had provided with a distasteful look.

  “You dressing me like a whore in red?” she mocked.

  “No. I happen to believe you would look stunning in red,” he said with annoyance. The night was going to be a difficult one. “And I was right.”

  He led her down the stairs by the hand to the sitting area and prepared to receive his guests as they boarded. The Billionaire teasingly introduced her to everyone as the new love in his life. This was a mistake. She took it for so long and then he could see her rage boil over. He knew he was on dangerous ground but he liked the sexual friction it created between them but still, he did not expect the reaction she was about to give him. She pulled away in the middle of the floor and spoke to everyone in the room.

  “Does everyone know what I am to your precious friend? He has made me his whore. I am always to be at his service and beck and call. He kidnapped me from my home and threatened my father,” she sneered.

  Vidar walked calmly towards her and took hold of her arm.

  “Enough, Fallon,” he told her firmly tugging her away from the middle of the outside area where his guests were being treated to champagne and cocktails before they entered the main enclosed area where they were all to dine.

  “What’s the matter Mr Alvarsson, can’t you get a woman without blackmailing her father?” she shouted so her silent captive audience could hear as he pulled her away closing the glass doors behind them.

  Vidar wound his arm around her waist to lift her up against him and carry her up the stairs to another closed in area out of the way and that was when the real fight started.

  Fallon wriggled free and swung a punch at him. It caught the side of his jaw making him wince. The Billionaire rubbed it, marvelling at the precision aim of her right hook, more impressed than shocked. He tasted a trickle of blood in his mouth as she backed away shouting at him. She ran towards the front door prompting him in to action. The Billionaire ran after her and caught her arms. This time she kicked him in the shin hard. The pain surged through him mixing with the lightening intensity of his temper which quickly ignited allowing something primal to consume him and take control.

  Vidar wound his fist in to her hair dragging the pins from her until her chestnut curls fell free and bounced down her back and shoulders uncaring whether he was hurting her or not. Grunting with the effort of keeping her locked in his arms he twisted her hair at the back of her head in his fist and pulled it from the roots yanking her head backwards. He looked down at her noticing the wild need in her eyes reappear and shine back at him, daring him to take advantage of it. He could see the curl of her lips mocking him for hesitating.

  “This needs to end now, Fallon. Time to break your temper and make you mine for real. This time you’ll kneel.”

  He began to drag her along the floor by the grip he had on her hair and did not spare her any pain. She needed it and he had no doubt wanted it. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted from him someone who would storm her castle and the walls she built to protect herself and bring her out by force. She would never surrender to her own needs. He would have to make her.

  One hand in her hair, another pulling her arm he dragged her to his study. All he could think about was taking her. He couldn’t help but love she was struggling and playing the game to full effect. He glanced down at her again some resemblance of sane thought flickering through his mind just to make sure he hadn’t misread the signals. But there it was in its full glory, that secret smile in her eyes and on her lips. Just as they reached the door of the study he felt her resistance lessen further confirming his suspicions.

  He flung the door open and with a hard push propelled her forward in to the room watching closely to make sure she didn’t stumble and injure herself. When she fought to right her balance after his shove he worried he’d gone too far. But when she continued moving forward until she reached his desk and turned to face him with a primal look, he relaxed. Her hands gripped underneath the wood frame of the desk as though to focus on controlling herself. She took his breath away. He wanted the dress off her and to be inside her pussy.

  No words were spoken. None were warranted. Vidar locked the door and barred any escape for her. He tugged at his bow tie until it unravelled and hung loose around his neck. Undoing the top button, he approached her catching her swiftly as she ran to run behind him. Sweeping everything off his desk to the floor he slammed her back and down on to it holding her hands down and above her. He wound his arm underneath her waist and lifted her further on to the table until her head hung over the back of the desk where his leather chair was positioned. She struggled forcing him to press his body down on to her to hold her in place.

  Vidar pulled the bow tie out from around his neck and tied her wrists together with it. Fallon gasped but to his surprise did not protest. The urge to kiss her lips roughly was potent. But she was to t
urn away from him when he lowered his mouth. Frustrated and angry he pulled her hair forcing her to turn her head back. She struggled but finally his lips made hard contact.

  Pulling Fallon’s hair harder to force her head back and her mouth upwards, he probed his tongue hard, deep and rough inside her mouth. Her resistance remained spurring him on until he felt her tongue stop the fight and respond unlike her body which continued to move restlessly underneath him. She curled her foot and aimed it at his ankle charging his temper once more and renewing the fight for dominance.

  The sound that came from his mouth in response was primal, a forgotten cry that came from somewhere deep inside lost from eons ago. Vidar raised himself off her body and took hold of the front of the red dress and stretched to reach the letter opener still lying on the table near them. He wasted no time in using it to cut the silk bodice open and down to the crotch pulling the material away as he did so. He opened the dress enjoying the way her heavy naked breasts bounced free from it on top of her chest. Her body arched upwards towards him as he pulled the garment out from underneath her body and threw it to the floor. Snapping both sides of her skimpy matching red panties he freed her pussy from its prison.