Mr. CEO, Spoil Me Every Night! By F BOY’s DOLL
Chapter 3

Chapter 3: How Do You Think I Should Punish You?

Stacey met his gaze, and her heart pounded in her chest. Her mind went blank for a moment, and although she wanted to speak, she could only make incoherent noises.

In a moment of desperation, Stacey gathered her courage and delivered a powerful kick to Hogan’s lower body. She put considerable force into it, causing Hogan to gasp in pain.

“Shit,” he angrily cursed. However, his grip on her wrist loosened.

Stacey took the opportunity to push him away and angrily yelled “You scumbag!” before turning around and running.

Just as she took a few steps, three luxury cars sped toward her on the street. The screeching sound of brakes pierced Stacey’s ears, and the three vehicles came to a sudden stop right in front of her.

The doors opened, and more than ten bodyguards got out of the three cars. They respectfully saluted Hogan and called out, “Mr. Barnes.”

Stacey panicked. She had almost forgotten Hogan’s habit of going out with bodyguards.

The man at the forefront of the bodyguards, a middle–aged man in a black suit, seemed to be their leader.

“Take her away,” Hogan commanded in a low voice, instructing the man.

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Then, Hogan strode towards the car parked at the front. Several bodyguards got into another vehicle and followed closely behind him as they departed.

“Let go of me!”

Hogan was a bastard, and he surrounded himself with a bunch of thugs as his bodyguards.

“That’s not up to you, Ms. White. If necessary, we’ll take special measures to keep you quiet.”

Quiet?

Stacey hesitated for a moment, then obediently closed her mouth. She knew that Hogan’s men were just as ruthless as him.

Bourland Villa was located in the most luxurious villa area in LA. The security guards saluted in unison as the cars drove in.

Stacey was led into the villa by two bodyguards and taken straight to the second floor.

Martin knocked on the door of a room, and Hogan’s voice came faintly from within, “Let her in.”

Martin then opened the door, and the two bodyguards unceremoniously pushed her inside.

The room had a bed, a walk–in closet, black curtains, and a gray quilt. Hogan didn’t like extravagance, and the house was decorated to fit his style.

Hogan stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his head. He was fully clothed in just a bath towel, his toned body bumping into Stacey’s eyes.

“Three years ago you insisted on leaving, and for three years you never contacted your family, Stacey. Tell me, how do you think I’m going to punish you?” Hogan sneered, his dimly lit face making his smile appear somewhat sinister.

“Although I’m your stepsister, I also have personal freedom. I only went to study abroad. Who the hell are you to punish me?”

Stacey stood in front of the door, her attractive eyes full of displeasure. “Since when do you enjoy kidnapping ladies?”

“Kidnap? Do you know what comes next after kidnapping a woman?”

Hogan took a few steps closer to her, and in his dark eyes, an icy coldness grew stronger and stronger.

His coldness made Stacey shudder.

Suddenly, Hogan picked Stacey up and tossed her onto the bed, startling her into a cry. In the next moment, his body pressed down on hers.

Stacey could smell the faint smell of tobacco on him. He raised his hand to her cheek, and the slightly cool fingers. made Stacey shiver.

Stacey’s heart was beating wildly. Her face was scarlet, and she wanted to escape, but she couldn’t even move. At that moment, it felt like there was an electric current passing through her body.

“Since you’re back, why don’t you stay with me?”

Hogan’s voice rang in her ears, and his warm breath brushed

against her cheeks.

Three years before, he treated her like a little follower, as a pet that he looked at when he liked it and tossed aside if he

didn’t.

He did some terrible things to her just for sport. Even though they hadn’t seen each other in three years, Stacey still belonged to him.

Upon hearing his words, Stacey’s mind exploded with a loud bang.

“Bastard.”

He had so many women, a different one every day, never repeating throughout the year. She didn’t want to be just one of many.

“Stacey, I’m interested in you right now. I can give you

everything you want. A house, a car, money, a job? You just name it.”

His cold, hard voice rang in Stacey’s ears as his warm lips branded a kiss on her forehead. Stacey had changed a lot in the past few years. Her looks weren’t exactly stunning, but the more he looked at her, the more beautiful she appeared to

him.

Her skin was clear and beautiful, and her eyes–those captivating eyes–held an irresistible allure in them.

Every cell in Hogan’s body screamed one fact to him–he wanted this woman.

“Well, what do you say?”