Punished by My Boyfriend’s Dad (Forbidden Fantasies #64) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“Thanks again, Mr. Genovese, for taking me in,” she murmurs. “I really appreciate your hospitality.”

I nod without saying anything because there’s no point in giving things away too soon. Of course, I’ll have to tell her at some point but let’s see how things play out first.

“So I understand you’re hiding from your employer?” I ask while handing her a snifter of amber liquid. “Something about Club Z sending you away?”

Taylor takes the alcohol gratefully and nods before taking a sip.

“Yes, management wants to send me to the middle of nowhere as punishment, and Anthony said I could hide out here for a little while. He said this place is fortified like a fortress.”

I nod.

“It is, and I have many layers of security for various reasons. But why are you being punished, sweetheart? What did you do that was so bad?”

Taylor lets out an embarrassed giggle as her cheeks tint a fetching pink.

“Well, you know those candlesticks I used yesterday?”

I nod, my eyes gleaming.

“Of course. How could I forget?”

She smiles devilishly.

“Well, they actually belong to Club Z. I was busted for stealing those candlesticks, so they want to send me to some farm in Missouri to ‘get my head on straight’ and other such bullshit.”

I let out a low laugh at her admission.

“You stole those? But why?”

Taylor shrugs and bites her lip.

“Because they’re pretty and look nice. Club Z is so lavish anyways that I figured that they’d never miss them. But clearly, I was wrong.”

I let out another low laugh.

“Well, I appreciate a woman who’s honest about her shortcomings, but don’t try stealing anything here. I’ll have your fingers cut off.”

Taylor nods quickly.

“Oh, I would never! Your belongings are safe, don’t worry.”

I grin.

“I certainly hope so because I would hate to torment a pretty houseguest over missing silverware or the like.”

Taylor blushes again.

“I wouldn’t, Mr. Genovese. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

I laugh again.

“Well, that’s good to know because I hope you wouldn’t steal from a friend. But while we’re on the topic, you’re friends with Anthony, right?”

Taylor looks hesitant.

“Um, well sort-of. If I say that we’re not really friends, would that change things?”

I shake my head.

“No, it wouldn’t change anything. You would still be welcome to stay here, but I was under the impression that you and my son were in a relationship.”

She grimaces a bit while smiling.

“I think the key word in that sentence is “were,” past tense, because we’re not in a relationship anymore. We used to date, but all that went by the wayside. Anthony cheated on me, you know.”

I shake my head.

“No, I didn’t know, actually. I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart.”

Taylor sighs, deflating a bit.

“Yeah, it was kind of a letdown. I guess people don’t really change, do they? Way back when we met, we were dating more or less. But then he cheated, so we broke up. We were in the process of exploring a reconciliation recently, but then, whoops! I found out that Anthony’s still seeing that girl. Can you believe it? I basically told him to go to hell yesterday, which is why I’m a little surprised he offered to ask if you would let me stay. It was a generous gesture, definitely, seeing that Anthony and I are on the outs. Well, maybe that’s too dramatic. We’re not unfriendly, it’s just that we’re not exactly friends either. And we’re definitely not dating.”

I manage to stifle a chuckle at that convoluted explanation.

“Knowing my son, that sounds about right,” I growl. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, Taylor. Anthony’s just immature, and trust me, I’m his father, so I know. But it means that I should be honest with you to fill in some of the gaps.”

She shoots me an odd look.

“What gaps?”

I nod.

“Well, I’m not exactly letting you stay here out of the kindness of my heart. As you intuited, it’s a strange situation and it didn’t just happen out of nowhere.”

She stares at me.

“What do you mean?”

I shrug carelessly, although my heart’s pounding like a drum in my chest.

“Anthony sold you to me. You belong to me now.”

Taylor nearly spits out her drink.

“I’m sorry, what? What do you mean by ‘sold’? You can’t do that, and neither can he!”

I shrug.

“Actually, we can. He told me he had good product from the Bronx, and that’s where you live right?”

She sputters.

“Yes, but—!”

I shrug again, cutting her off.

“So yes. My son offered me product, I paid for it, and now, you belong to me.”

Taylor stares at me, her big bosom heaving.

“But he didn’t own me in the first place, and it’s not like I’m chattel property or anything. That’s totally outdated, not to mention criminal, so you can’t do this!”

I shrug. “Actually, I can because this is what the Genovese family does for a living. We traffic in women.” Then I turn to her. “Did Anthony ever tell you that? What did you think we did?”



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