His Little Princess

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Marshal Blackwood, the handsome dark-haired 14th Duke of Macgrory, Scotland, caught the gaze of his European business manager’s beautiful, intelligent wife and held it captive.With her long, blonde hair curling seductively around her neck and over her shoulders, stretching to her tantalising low-cut pink dress, she looked just like a sugar princess.Briefly, he wondered if she could see the mirror image of his thoughts through his blue eyes -- that of her bare-bottomed over his knee, her princess hair brushing against his legs and feet as she received the spanking of her life in front of everyone in the restaurant in which they now sat.

Angelica Walker was a talented and successful mystery author, who was clearly worth more than her lack-luster husband sitting next to her pretty little backside.Even though Nigel Walker was paid one hell of a salary by Marshal’s international communications company, his delectable wife was internationally renowned for her novels, many of them made into films. Her fortune would be enough to rival Marshal’s own.Her beauty would ensure she could have any man she desired, yet she remained married to a man who cheated on her and verbally abused her.

Despite her admirable effort to ignore her husband’s nasty insults, Marshal could still see how much they hurt her feelings.Why did she stay with Nigel Walker?Was it out of fear or habit?The man obviously held some control over the woman the way she bowed and cooed around him.It was sickening.All Marshal wanted to do was to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of the restaurant and Nigel’s life.

A titled, fierce, extremely wealthy (and some said ruthless) businessman, Marshal Blackwood had once felt the same way about a woman in similar circumstances.His failure to help her free herself from her situation ended in her murder at the hands of her husband.And there was no way in hell he was going to let that happen to Angelica.

Angelica’s coyness was attractive yet he could sense the heart of a tigress and a fiery desire to be tamed.But her constant self-defeating nature, the way she cowered when Nigel was around and her willingness to bend to her husband’s emotional blackmail and control, made Marshal ache to spank the beautiful princess’s bottom soundly and then cuddle her like a child.She was a child in his eyes, a bruised one in need of nurturing and guidance.The woman aroused every protective instinct he possessed.Marshal wanted her free from her ties to Nigel Walker and bound to him.

Marshal was staying with the Walkers while he conducted business in London, and tonight was their last night together. Marshal intended to take action.He’d confronted Angelica, offered her help, but she had declined, making excuses for her husband, who had called her a bitch and a whore, an idiot and a slut, just barely out of Marshal’s hearing.

He was stressed.It was her fault for riling him.

It was more than clear that it wasn’t the first time Nigel had used words to batter her self-esteem.She’d pleaded and almost begged Marshal not to confront Nigel.

He wasn’t a bad man.

Marshal had fought hard to contain his temper and not rebuke her strongly for her misguided guilt and loyalty to her pig of a husband.

Just let me go a couple of rounds with him.

But he’d been polite and refrained from making any more comment on the situation when she had become agitated and a little short, deciding he would need to handle it another way.

Marshal took another gulp of his Irish coffee and studied Angelica again, ruminating on the ethics of kidnapping the woman and forcing her to accept his protection.She glanced back at him nervously, her sapphire eyes betraying her attraction to him just as they had done for the past month.

You really don’t know about your husband and what he has done to you.It is going to hurt when I tell you just what a bastard your husband really is and how he has put your life at risk.How long are you going to keep your denial going?

A little research into Nigel Walker’s private affairs had been enlightening.The man was nearly bankrupt and had been stealing money from his wife’s accounts by bribing her accountant.Her personal funds were low.The man was a gambler and a bad one.He also took drugs and used prostitutes.There had been talk of a hushed-up rape in his youth.Nigel Walker came from a mother who was a prominent politician, and it would have been easy to bribe the girl and her family.Now, Nigel had reneged on a loan to the leader of a criminal gang and the price had risen to handing over the Walkers’ home and Angelica, who would be forced into the role of a sexual slave. Nigel disgusted Marshal more than any man he’d met.

Once again, an image of carrying Angelica to safety before turning her over his knee and applying discipline to her bare bottom in the cloakroom for not realising the reality of her marriage crept into his mind.But his research had provided Marshal with an alternative method of ensuring she remained free of her husband and the criminal gang leader.It was also a way of ushering her into his protective arms and his life.Before the night was out, his little Princess Angelica would indeed be over his knees with her cute behind receiving a hard spanking from his firm hand.

“I have enjoyed staying with you both these last two months,” Marshal began in a clear voice, which held a hint of his Scottish roots in his pronunciation. He put his coffee down.

Nigel slipped his arm around Angelica’s shoulders.Marshal could see her body tense and the smile on her face was shaky and false.There was fear in her eyes, which made Marshal’s body tense in response.She looked at him intently, her eyes glassy and begging him to say nothing.She was afraid of the man, and with good reason, yet she wouldn’t allow Marshal to help her.He heard himself take a deep breath to still his rising emotions.

“We both enjoyed having you stay,” the man gushed with a false smile.There was a glint and slightly wild look in his eyes, and his constant fidgeting with the bottom edge of his wine glass and napkin all night made Marshal think he was on something.Then there was the look in his eyes telling Marshal he knew very well that he desired his wife.Nigel kept his arm around her shoulder as he gave her cheek a sudden amused kiss.

Bastard.

“Good.But I didn’t just ask you both to dinner to say thank you for being such wonderful hosts. I want to offer you a proposal.”

Nigel’s eyes widened.He let go of Angelica’s shoulders, and Marshal felt himself relax a little more again.He glanced quickly at Angelica.She also appeared relieved that Nigel had let go and was moving her body again from the closeness he had forced her to keep in his surprise embrace.She ran a shaky hand through her hair and smiled up at him.There it was.That look in her eyes telling him she was more than attracted to him.A surge of triumph coursed through Marshal.She was helpless in his net, just the way he’d planned.

“Nigel, I know you have been stealing from the company and your wife with the help of her accountant to pay your debts because you are just about bankrupt.”

“What?”Nigel was laughing and reaching for his glass of red quickly.“What the hell are you talking about?”

Marshal shook his head.Angelica shifted uneasily in her seat and stared at him, but she said nothing.

“Let me finish.I also know the reason for this is because you gamble, and you’re not very good at it.But worst of all I know you beat your wife, and about the prostitutes you use.You take drugs and owe some dangerous people a lot of money you can’t pay.But still you gamble with what little money and assets you have left to the point you have lost your house, your wife and conjugal rights to her,” Marshal said calmly, dark menace and anger heavy in his tone.“I can’t believe you sold your wife, you son of a bitch,” he said, struggling to keep his temper at a manageable level.

Nigel stood up quickly, denying everything, calling him every name under the sun, drawing attention to them all.Marshal saw Angelica lower her beautiful haunted sapphire eyes to the table and shake her head.She said nothing.She put her face in her hands.

“Sit down and for once in your life stop lying.I know Jake Elliot and his men are coming to claim their debt tonight.I suspect they will have already taken your home, and I know Elliot is coming to take Angelica.No doubt they will be waiting for you when you return home.I am not going to let that happen, although I am very tempted to feed you to the dogs, Walker.If you don’t sit down and listen to my proposal, then Angelica is going to end up in the bed of a psychotic murderer for the rest of her life and you won’t survive the night,” Marshal hissed, standing to grab Nigel’s arm.

Nigel stared at him hard but let him guide him back down into his seat.

“Nigel, say he is lying.Say he has got it all wrong.You wouldn’t do something like that.Come on, Nigel.I refuse to believe you would do something like that.Haven’t I given you enough money . . .” Angelica was frantic, her eyes glassy, full of unshed tears.Marshal’s heart leapt.

“Shut up, Angelica,” Nigel spat at her, pushing away the hand she rested on his arm.“Keep your bloody mouth shut.”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Marshal snapped, unable to help himself.“Give her some damn respect for once.”

“I will talk to her any damn way I please,” Nigel growled, preparing to stand once more, yanking at his wife’s wrist.

“Stay still and let Angelica go.You walk out of here and you do it on your own. You are not taking her anywhere.

Selfish prick.If you do walk, I will make damn sure you spend the night in jail and when you come out, I will let Jake Elliot know exactly where you are,” Marshal hitched up the menace and venom in his tone.He meant every word and Nigel Walker knew him well enough to know that he never backed down on a threat.

Nigel let go of Angelica’s wrist.Though angry at his continued harsh treatment of her, Marshal felt relief flood his body knowing Angelica was physically away from the jerk.If the man had even tried to make it away from the table with her, Marshal would have used all of his strength to stop him.

Angelica’s humiliated eyes darted back and forth between himself and Nigel, clearly wondering what the hell was going to happen next.

“Now as I said, I have a proposal for you both that will settle all of your problems and mine,” Marshal continued.

Nigel rested his elbows on the table and ran his trembling hands through his short black curly hair with agitation.When he raised his face again, Marshal could see he was sweating with fear.

“They will kill me,” he said coldly, folding his arms defensively.

“I have no doubt of it,” Marshal answered without compassion.

He frowned when he saw Angelica reach out to touch Nigel’s arm, confused sympathy for the man written all over her face.Marshal wanted to pull her arm away and bring her to his side, not wanting her near the shit any longer.But Nigel was about to make it a whole lot easier.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Angelica.I am so damn sick of you,” he said shrugging her off with distaste.

Angelica cast her eyes down at the table and folded her arms as if to keep her hands away from mischief.

“Listen carefully to my proposal, Nigel.I will help you if you agree to give me everything I want.”

Nigel shook his head and gave a sarcastic laugh.

“I am listening.And what is it that you want to make this all go away?”

It was as though Nigel already knew exactly what Marshal wanted.

“I want Angelica,” Marshal said, his tone dark, direct and firm.

Angelica looked at him square in the face, her brow furrowing.

Nigel laughed again, this time a little more loudly.

Marshal ignored him.

“I want your wife living with me at my home where I can keep her safe from Jake Elliot and his gang.I am told he has taken a real shine to your wife after following her for the last two weeks.You were meant to pay up or hand over the goods tonight.I know you have no funds to pay and Elliot had plans to take her for himself anyway.What were you going to do, Nigel?Just hand her over?” Marshal felt his temper brewing once more.

Nigel’s silence conveyed his true intentions.Marshal shook his head and banged his fist down on the table, making Angelica jump.He gave her an apologetic look.

“I knew you wanted to shag her the moment you set eyes on her,” Nigel laughed again.“You can’t have her.She belongs to Elliot now and there is nothing she or you can do about it.She is going to be his whore, that’s if he doesn’t decide to loan her out to customers.He runs a very profitable sex slave ring.He can get you any type of woman you want, young, very young or older like Angelica here and sell her to you.He has beautiful stock.”

Marshal clenched his fist.Angelica stared at the table as though in some terror-stricken trance, and although he could see the beginnings of furious anger building on her face at Nigel’s words, she said nothing.She wouldn’t fight for herself or the way he was talking about her.The man had humiliated and belittled her so much, she wouldn’t dare challenge him.

Marshal decided for Angelica’s sake he would ignore Nigel’s taunt.

“I will pay off Elliot and I won’t go to the police.I will also help you obtain a new identity and a life away from here.But you give up your marriage.”