Her Millionaire Master by Maria Monroe Read Free Book Online

enjoyable to him. He was an asshole, he knew it, but it was what he did. How he was . And he enjoyed it too much to change.
    What a pleasant surprise it had been, though. Bella asking him to punish her. Kane was good at reading people. Anticipating their next moves. Yet he would never have guessed Bella would actually ask him if he’d punish her for the scotch instead of taking her money. Part of him wanted to say no. Fuck it. A waste of time when what he should do was just cash the check.
    But his body said otherwise. His mind, too. He was intrigued. The truth was, he’d noticed her a while ago, noticed the curve of her body, the delicate skin of her neck, the carefree way she smiled and walked down the street to her crappy apartment. He’d seen her walking dogs around the neighborhood, more often than not sucking on an iced coffee, her lips wrapped around the straw. Which, of course, made him think about those same pink lips wrapped around his dick, how her tongue would feel teasing the head of his cock, licking his balls.
    Part of the reason Charles had asked her to dog sit, Kane knew, was that he’d mentioned to Charles that he thought she was attractive. Not that he’d ever make a move on her. Most girls weren’t into the particular pleasures that Kane offered. And he never compromised.
    Still, seeing her in his house and better, finding her with her naughty hand down her panties watching him spank one of his exes made him harder than a steel rod. He knew she’d be back on Friday, knew she’d agree to the plan. Not because of the money, though it was obvious she needed it. But because she was interested in what he was going to do to her. He could see it in her eyes, smell it on her skin, sense it in the way her body responded to his very words. He hadn’t touched her yet, but he could see her trembling, not in fear but desire. She’d be back. And he’d be ready.
    He heard Charles’ signature knock on the door.
    “Come in,” said Kane, his deep voice traveling into the foyer, and he heard Charles open the door and Max, their dog, running up to him. Some people thought it was strange that they shared a dog, one that resided most of the time with Kane. Charles and Kane had met in college and bonded quickly, sharing a love for literature and business, and they’d been best friends ever since. They’d found the dog outside the first office they opened together, a small dingy place with a back alley that had many stories to tell. Charles had brought the mongrel in and insisted on feeding and cleaning it, and somehow, they’d decided to keep it. For years it lived in their office, where they ran their investment business together, but when they upgraded to a nicer space, they decided Max should move into Kane’s house.
    “Hello,” said Charles, appearing in the room wearing a pair of pressed jeans and a pastel green button-down shirt. His blond hair swept down into his eyes, and he pushed it back, then sat down in a chair across from Kane. “Well. Busting out grandfather’s scotch. Is it his birthday already?”
    “No,” said Kane, a quick stab of sadness pricking his heart at the thought of his grandfather. Charles was one of the few people who knew how close they’d been and how much his grandfather’s death had affected Kane.
    “What’s the occasion, then?” asked Charles, idly petting Max, who was obviously ecstatic to see him.
    Kane breathed in deeply. How to explain it? “The girl,” he finally said. “The dog sitter.”
    “Bella?” asked Charles, a sparkle in his eye.
    “Yes. Bella.” Kane had reservations about telling Charles, whose moral compass worked much better than his own. “She was here when I arrived home early yesterday.”
    Charles simply raised an eyebrow.
    “In my office, where I specifically told her not to go.”
    “A curious one, is she?”
    “Too curious, Charles. She was using my computer. Watching a video I’d made of me with one of my exes.”
    “Oh,