Controlling Interests: A Step-Brother Romance (The Legacy Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Lana Grayson
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“Remember this moment,” she whispered. “Right here, right now.”
“Every second with you is forever seared in my memory.”
“Good.” Her voice was a tempting challenge. “Remember this conversation on my twenty-first birthday.”
“Why?”
“Because, Nicholas Bennett, once I own you and your company, you’ll be obeying my orders.”
“And what would those entail?”
“You touching me because I want it. You taking me because I command it.”
It was a defeat worth earning. She leaned in, but I denied her, if only to watch her pout.
“You’ll get that kiss once I return,” I said.
“I’ll hope for more than a kiss.”
Dangerous girl.
I pushed her back onto the bed as she dared to sit up. She obeyed with a quirk her eyebrow. She quieted, but she wasn’t tamed.
Not yet.
Her soft curves nestled into the blankets. For a single, indulgent moment, I imagined how beautiful she would look with the gentle swell over her belly.
I hardened again and ignored the fantasy that bordered on sin. The cool shower steadied my base instincts. I dressed and let her sleep.
The helicopter stood by to take me to San Jose. I texted Max from the air.
Sarah’s yours today.
His response was delayed. Should I marinate her, or can I treat her like any old piece of meat?
I didn’t have time for his games. Keep her safe today. Make sure she behaves.
Where’s Dad?
Where else? With me. Board meeting.
Can you keep it together?
Did I have a choice? I had to control myself, just as I had to force Sarah to apologize to the monster who mistreated her.
A punch to his face wasn’t enough. Not when my fists still clenched, my teeth gritted in obedient silence, and my blood dissolved all Bennett loyalty.
I detested violence.
I hated my father more.
He met me within the main conference room. I wasn’t as late as I thought. Only four of our shareholders had arrived. Of course, they were the members of my father’s inner circle. Old money.
Billions of dollars sat at the table, a soft majority of it in my family’s pocket, but it wasn’t enough. Money bought power. The men who helped to make our company grow, the ones who invested and fought and profited, they always coveted more.
Then Josmik Holdings waved a stack of Atwood cash under their noses. Some refused, but others? Just like Sarah Atwood, some temptations were too hard to resist.
“Nicholas, sit.” My father took his seat at the head of the table. He greeted me with sincerity. I believed none of it.
Was this what he did to her?
Lured her to his office. Offered her a chair. Sunk in his teeth for the kill?
I chose one of many available seats. Odd. Where was the rest of the board?
“Should we get started?” My father accepted a mug of coffee from the brunette secretary he kept too close during the day.
I declined the coffee. She moved to the man opposite me—Bryant Maddox, one of my father’s long-term investors and the only son of a bitch more dangerous to the young secretary than a Bennett.
He did take a cup, though his request for sugar came with a pat to her ass. She shifted from him and tended to the other men—each older, richer, and less trustworthy than the last.
“We don’t have a quorum.” I paged through my emails. I received nothing explaining their absences. I hated ill-manners more than tardiness. “We should postpone for other board members.”
My father dismissed his secretary with a pleasant smile that wouldn’t have fooled a child.
“This isn’t a formal meeting,” he said. “We’ll only discuss old business. No sense disrupting everyone’s day.”
My father never played his board meetings informally . Usually, the stockholders would arrive—on time and accounted for—settle into their seats, and throw softball questions at us regarding the business, the profits, and the direction of the company. Most of the questions I answered. My father would summon a CFO to field more the complicated inquiries. The
“Remember this moment,” she whispered. “Right here, right now.”
“Every second with you is forever seared in my memory.”
“Good.” Her voice was a tempting challenge. “Remember this conversation on my twenty-first birthday.”
“Why?”
“Because, Nicholas Bennett, once I own you and your company, you’ll be obeying my orders.”
“And what would those entail?”
“You touching me because I want it. You taking me because I command it.”
It was a defeat worth earning. She leaned in, but I denied her, if only to watch her pout.
“You’ll get that kiss once I return,” I said.
“I’ll hope for more than a kiss.”
Dangerous girl.
I pushed her back onto the bed as she dared to sit up. She obeyed with a quirk her eyebrow. She quieted, but she wasn’t tamed.
Not yet.
Her soft curves nestled into the blankets. For a single, indulgent moment, I imagined how beautiful she would look with the gentle swell over her belly.
I hardened again and ignored the fantasy that bordered on sin. The cool shower steadied my base instincts. I dressed and let her sleep.
The helicopter stood by to take me to San Jose. I texted Max from the air.
Sarah’s yours today.
His response was delayed. Should I marinate her, or can I treat her like any old piece of meat?
I didn’t have time for his games. Keep her safe today. Make sure she behaves.
Where’s Dad?
Where else? With me. Board meeting.
Can you keep it together?
Did I have a choice? I had to control myself, just as I had to force Sarah to apologize to the monster who mistreated her.
A punch to his face wasn’t enough. Not when my fists still clenched, my teeth gritted in obedient silence, and my blood dissolved all Bennett loyalty.
I detested violence.
I hated my father more.
He met me within the main conference room. I wasn’t as late as I thought. Only four of our shareholders had arrived. Of course, they were the members of my father’s inner circle. Old money.
Billions of dollars sat at the table, a soft majority of it in my family’s pocket, but it wasn’t enough. Money bought power. The men who helped to make our company grow, the ones who invested and fought and profited, they always coveted more.
Then Josmik Holdings waved a stack of Atwood cash under their noses. Some refused, but others? Just like Sarah Atwood, some temptations were too hard to resist.
“Nicholas, sit.” My father took his seat at the head of the table. He greeted me with sincerity. I believed none of it.
Was this what he did to her?
Lured her to his office. Offered her a chair. Sunk in his teeth for the kill?
I chose one of many available seats. Odd. Where was the rest of the board?
“Should we get started?” My father accepted a mug of coffee from the brunette secretary he kept too close during the day.
I declined the coffee. She moved to the man opposite me—Bryant Maddox, one of my father’s long-term investors and the only son of a bitch more dangerous to the young secretary than a Bennett.
He did take a cup, though his request for sugar came with a pat to her ass. She shifted from him and tended to the other men—each older, richer, and less trustworthy than the last.
“We don’t have a quorum.” I paged through my emails. I received nothing explaining their absences. I hated ill-manners more than tardiness. “We should postpone for other board members.”
My father dismissed his secretary with a pleasant smile that wouldn’t have fooled a child.
“This isn’t a formal meeting,” he said. “We’ll only discuss old business. No sense disrupting everyone’s day.”
My father never played his board meetings informally . Usually, the stockholders would arrive—on time and accounted for—settle into their seats, and throw softball questions at us regarding the business, the profits, and the direction of the company. Most of the questions I answered. My father would summon a CFO to field more the complicated inquiries. The
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