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  To his surprise, her hands left his neck and moved through his short brown hair flecked with strands of blond. She held on to it rather a little too tightly to the point he grunted. He forced his tongue in between her glossy damp pink lips and wrestled her tongue for dominance. Their duel fired his arousal for her to new heights. The more she pulled on his hair, the more he increased his hold around her throat and dug the pads of his fingers into her hot rosy bottom.

  Fallon’s struggle to resist his kiss began to wane and she was now surrendering to his control, softly moaning her acquiescence and beginning to kiss him back with fervour. She still maintained her grip on his hair when he took his hand away from her butt and unzipped his trousers. He never wore any underwear so his long hard, broad cock was unhampered when he guided the tip to her pussy still kissing her, still holding her throat to keep her in place. He had to be inside her, conquering her will, claiming her as his own.

  The Billionaire guided his penis just inside her entrance feeling her grip on his hair intensify. With a growl in response, he thrust inside her to the hilt, spearing her on top of his cock in one fluid motion to tame her. Vidar felt Fallon cry out against his mouth even though the sound was muffled in their deep kiss. Her grip relaxed on his hair signalling her surrender. He stabbed his thrusts inside her as though he were making a kill, determined to bring her under control.

  She bucked her pelvis back at him hard, whimpering against his mouth with the ferocity he used. Vidar made sure he stared into her eyes and captured her gaze. He wanted her to know she belonged to him now and there was no escape. As he felt her orgasm erupt around his penis that had driven so deep inside her, expertly stroking the centre of her pleasure, he allowed himself to come and make the final kill of his prey spurting his hot seed along her channel, internally branding her as his own. His revenge complete and satiated.

  Chapter 2

  Fallon fell gently against his chest breathing hard from her orgasm. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, her heels crossed behind his back. It felt snug. He had the sudden unexpected urge to kiss her deeply when she lifted her head from his chest and looked up at him. She was so beautiful and fragile in his hold he had to admit he was entranced, captivated. But when he leaned forward to capture her lips she turned her head to the side leaving him feeling surprised. He took hold of her chin and gently guided her face back to him.

  “Hey,” he said bending his head to softly brush his lips across her own. No reaction. The steely coldness had quickly returned. How could she so easily switch off like that? No doubt it was some kind of defence mechanism. It wasn’t going to wash with him. He wasn’t going to allow her to hide any part of herself from him. He owned her lock, stock and barrel and he wanted to see the value of his purchase, the good and the bad.

  “Hey,” he repeated in a whisper deciding to keep adopting the soft approach for now. He kissed her lightly again.

  Once more, no reaction.

  “I will allow you to fuck me, Mr Alvarsson, for the sake of my family, even if they don’t deserve it. But no more than that,” she hissed.

  Vidar felt his black eyes narrow but he said nothing. He abruptly let go of her chin and pulled out of her body. He turned from her, re-inserting his cock back into his trousers, pulled up the zip and heard her jump down off the desk and smooth her skirt back down her legs.

  “Are you ready to go?” he asked turning back to her.

  She moved around behind the desk and took some things out of the drawer. She dropped them in a half-filled box and took hold of her suit jacket she had draped behind the chair.

  “Yes,” she answered coldly.

  Fallon walked towards him and he gestured with his open arms to take the box from her to carry. She came close ready to give it to him but surprised him by throwing it at him and raising her knee to thrust it up between his legs. Groaning in agony, he bent forward still holding the box he’d so eloquently caught. Fallon seized her chance. Grabbing her purse off the desk she ran to the glass doors.

  She tore out of the doors as he stood straight with effort and deposited the box back on top of the desk. He forced himself to rush to the doors as she was locking them from the outside. He shook the door handle.

  “You can’t run from this, Fallon,” he shouted at her from behind the glass as she backed away from him. “I will hunt you down. Your family will pay for what your father did to my sister and the rest of us. I won’t ever let this go.”

  He shook the glass doors with frustration. She ignored him and turned to run out the department leaving him trapped there.

  “Fallon!” he shouted watching her go. “Damn it.”

  He took out his mobile and called his security chief for assistance and to have her whereabouts tracked. When Michael finally came to let him out of the office, his suspicions had been confirmed, Fallon had run home. Her stepmother opened the door to the Belgravia mansion as soon as he arrived in the Bentley outside.

  “She is upstairs,” was all the woman said.

  As he nodded and came through the door his mind cast back to his meeting with the woman and Ethan Prince only a couple of hours ago.

  “It is out of the question. You can’t ask that of me,” Ethan Prince was insistent. He took a large gulp of his whiskey and Vidar noticed his hands were shaking. “I won’t give up my daughter not for anyone and especially you.” He wagged a finger at Vidar. “I know you don’t just get your name The Viking for raiding companies but your reputation with women. You take who you want when you want and then toss them aside when you have tarnished them. You are not going to ruin my daughter and claim your danegeld. I have other plans for her.”

  “Yes, you want to marry her to that sadistic Russian bastard, Lyov Petrov who you traffic women across Europe with,” he snapped. “She is safer with me. You don’t give a fuck about your own daughter, only what she can do for you. I don’t know why I am surprised.”

  Ethan narrowed his eyes.

  “She belongs to me and is mine to do with as I wish.”

  “She will pay the debt you owe to my family and if you don’t want to go to prison for your final days you will persuade her to come with me. I will make sure you are left with nothing before you die just like you did to my family all those years ago. Give me your daughter and I will make it go away.”

  “What the hell do you want her for? To be your whore?”

  “Yes,” he said calmly, arrogantly crossing his leg as he sat in the chair.

  Prince threw his glass against the floor smashing it and leaned over to pull Vidar up from the chair by his lapels.

  “Over my dead body,” the older man hissed.

  Vidar reacted quickly, taking hold of him ready to fight, something he had been wanting to do for so long. The anger swelled inside him.

  “Yes, just like you did to my sister while you played with her until you sold her. Where is she? How many times did you rape her? You haven’t told Fallon about her mother have you? You haven’t told her she was another woman you bought and raped over and over until she became pregnant with Fallon and just a year later, because you couldn’t keep your hands off her, she conceived her brother. When she tried to take them both and run, you killed her. Do they know you are a fucking monster? I have waited a long time for this,” he shouted unable to stop himself.

  Ethan raised his fist to punch Vidar but he was stopped by a loud, curt, and clipped female voice.

  “Ethan. Stop this at once. There is no need for violence and you can’t take it. I want your strength up for the operation next week. I am not going to let your heart give out on you before you get that transplant.”

  Both men stopped and turned to look at Adrianna Prince. Ethan’s second wife, Fallon’s stepmother. Ethan was still shaking with rage but he lowered his fist and pushed Vidar away from him. The Billionaire straightened his tie and nodded with respect at the woman.

  “I heard everything and we have no choice, Ethan. I will not let you get hurt or worse, killed. I
love you too much to allow it. You are going to survive.”

  “I can’t let him take Fallon. Lyov will…”

  “Do nothing,” she finished for him. “We will see to it. You can and you will. You mean everything to me. She means nothing.”

  “No.”

  Adrianna turned to Vidar who was looking at both of them in disgust.

  Coming back to the present, the Billionaire charged into the hallway and addressed Adrianna.

  “I told you not to let her in.”

  “She persuaded one of the staff to let her in. Take her. I suggest you carry her out of here by force otherwise she will fight you. Her room is on the second floor at the end.”

  There was no emotion in the woman’s voice. With a cold calculating father who raped women and had destroyed others in his own corporate raiding in the past, Vidar wondered if he wasn’t doing Fallon a favor by taking her away from her family. Clearly, she knew very little of her father’s past.

  Vidar started to make his way to the door determined to steal Fallon from the house.

  “No, you can’t.”

  Ethan appeared and went to stop him but Adrianna stood in his way.

  Vidar turned back to him.

  “As I said before, don’t try to contact her. You are not to see her ever again. I doubt she will want to when she learns everything about you and accepts the truth. Perhaps this way you can feel what it was like for me when I was split from my family and put in a foster home. My sister has been missing for years because of you but I will find her. And if I discover you have been holding out and keeping information from me, I will kill you,” he told the man. “You are not to see Fallon ever again or the police get to know everything. Do I make myself clear?”

  Ethan growled and it was Adrianna who answered him and confirmed the agreement. He took off at speed up to Fallon’s room to kidnap her from the house and change her life forever just as he had promised.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” she said breathlessly, the anxiety in her gentle voice more than audible as he threw open the door to her room.

  Again, he felt that twinge of remorse. He opened his mouth to speak but Adrianna appeared behind him.

  “I let him in. You can’t stay here. Stop packing your bag because I am not letting you leave with anything from this house. You are no longer part of this family or welcome here. You were never really a part of it. Your mother was a whore who was never married to your father. Now you will be one just like her.”

  Vidar glared at her. Fallon stared and paled.

  “What the hell are you talking about? You are the interloper here.”

  “Your mother was a cheap tart your father trafficked and took an unhealthy liking to.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? Trafficked. My father is lots of things but he isn’t a trafficker? I refuse to believe it.”

  Adrianna laughed.

  “Yes, he is. He is a bully and a sadist. You know that from the way he has beat you and made you do a lot of things you didn’t want to, including leaving your PhD in Astrophysics to run his company. He raped your mother and you were the result. You are the offspring of a rapist.”

  Fallon paled so much Vidar was sure she was about to pass out. He walked towards her and took her arm protectively pulling her back against his body, ready to catch her if she did. Adrianna was something else. A real bitch from hell.

  “I think you have said enough,” he snapped at the woman.

  Ethan Prince appeared in the doorway.

  “Is it true?” Fallon asked him in a trembling voice. The man said nothing but his watery grey eyes told her everything she needed to know. “And I was never loved? Just a convenience for business?”

  She asked the questions but appeared to have the answers herself. “And my brother?”

  “The same. There is nothing here for you. I love your father no matter what he has done and I would see you killed to save him if I had to,” the woman hissed.

  Vidar felt Fallon shake against him.

  “You are sick,” he told the woman.

  Vidar heard his captive give a small nervous laugh. He tightened his hold on Fallon’s body to give her some support.

  “This isn’t real. This is all some kind of sick joke.”

  There were tears in her voice.

  “I assure you it isn’t,” Adrianna said in a regal tone. She turned to Vidar. “Are you going to take her or not? Either way I am throwing her out with the trash.”

  Vidar’s heart leapt for Fallon. He took hold of her other arm and gently propelled her towards the door. She gave him little resistance at first, too dumbstruck by the revelations and the cruelty of her father and stepmother.

  But as she neared Adrianna, she struggled violently and charged at her father banging her fists against his chest.

  “How could you have done that to my mother?”

  She whipped her hand across his face and still he said nothing.

  Adrianna pulled her away and raised her hand to strike her but Vidar caught hold of the stepmother’s arm and prevented her.

  “Enough. I will take her.”

  She shook her arm away from him and allowed him to take a firm hold of Fallon. He steered her through the door wanting her out and away from her vile family as soon as possible. But she stopped on the stairs and looked up at both of them.

  “It was you who killed her wasn’t it? It wasn’t an accident in that car. It was you.”

  Her father said nothing. His silence gave away his guilt so easily.

  “I always knew something was wrong. She was always a careful driver. You got away with her murder. I will find a way to make you pay. I will find a way,” she vowed struggling to free herself from Vidar’s hold.

  “You will do no such thing or I will make sure your life ends.” Adrianna came angrily towards them.

  “You come near her and I will bring a whole lot of trouble to your door you’d wish I never had,” Vidar warned the woman.

  Dipping his tall, lean, athletically muscled frame Vidar bent and pulled his struggling captive over his shoulder in one fluid motion determined to get her away from the pain surrounding her, wondering at what point he decided to have a heart again. Without further hesitation, he carried her kicking, punching body down the sweeping staircase and out of the door to the Bentley where his chief and driver waited for him.

  The chauffeur opened the door of the Bentley and watched him deposit Fallon Prince in the back hurriedly getting in beside her. A moment later he was struggling to keep her contained within her seatbelt as the car drove away.

  Chapter 3

  Vidar kept his arm across Fallon’s chest pinning her back to the seat, as the Bentley headed for the M1 and off to his country residence in Hertfordshire, after she’d tried to open the door and jump out when it was moving.

  Unbelieving the feat he had just accomplished, and feeling relief, the Norwegian Billionaire loosened his tie with his free hand and the top button of his shirt.

  But as he did so, Fallon bent her head and nipped at his hand with her teeth in a futile attempt to free herself. The woman was a wildcat.

  “Ow.” Vidar leaned over her. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t do that again. I know you are upset and hurt but you need to stop struggling now, Fallon and accept what is happening to you or so help me I will stop this car and throw you over my knee to give you a sound spanking like a child. Do I make myself clear?”

  “You have already done that. Remember?”

  “And I will do it again.”

  Fallon stared hard at him through her tear stained eyes. She’d been sucking it up and trying not to cry since the car had gone down the drive of the house. Anger appeared to be her preferred choice of dealing with her feelings as though it was a means to keep her emotions at bay and contain the overwhelming strength of her feelings. He’d been there himself and it was easy to recognize in someone else now. Then she made the mistake of mocking him with laughter.

  “
I don’t give a damn. I am not going to make this easy for you,” she said bending to nip his hand with her teeth again.

  “Don’t think I won’t do it,” he said huskily drawing closer to her pale pink lips, watching them part as she made a small gasping noise at his words.

  Despite her actions, he wanted to kiss her, love her tenderly but the anger in the back of his mind kept urging him to treat her coldly and maintain his distance. She was to be fucked at will, always at his service for revenge not to be loved and comforted. Care, consideration and even love were luxuries that had been taken from him long ago and he was damned if he was going to let her have any of them. Besides, he wasn’t sure how to give love to someone anymore. Only coldness and darkness dwelt in his soul now. The love had been sucked right out and there was no hope of return.

  The Billionaire glanced up at her eyes. She was breathing hard and for a startling moment he saw the same anger, the same coldness staring back at him. It was his turn to take a breath. Her pain was as strong as his own. He frowned wondering what more there was in her past that he hadn’t already heard from his security team about her cruel father and the wicked stepmother so eager to see her demise.

  Unable to stop himself or comprehend his feelings of concern for the spawn of his enemy, he reached out with his finger and caressed it along her bottom lip wondering if he could ignite a spark that would bring them both back from the dead not even understanding his motivation to do so. He had given up on love a very long time ago. It brought too much pain, loss and loneliness.

  As he did so Fallon’s eyes darkened and her lips curled into a deadly smile. He made to move his finger but he was too late. With a sudden quick movement she caught the end of his finger between her teeth and bit down.

  Vidar grimaced and snatched his finger back.