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I offer a rare genuine smile and say gently, “Perhaps I want something that money can’t buy. A breath of pure air in an otherwise toxic environment.”
I pat the seat beside me and love how she fixes me with a wary smile and yet heads my way with an innocent gleam in her eye.
As she drops down beside me, I reach for her hand and say softly, “Does it surprise you that I have a lot of sex?”
She smiles shyly. “No, it doesn’t surprise me at all.”
I chuckle softly and love how her eyes widen and a faint hint of color stains her pale cheeks.
I grasp her hand and raise it to my lips as I stare deep into her eyes and say earnestly, “I am a rich man. I get what I want–always. My business is hard, cruel, and satisfying, and sex with me is merely an extension of that.”
“So–” She licks her dry lips. “You want to pay for me but it’s a lot of money for something–” She falters, and I love her embarrassment as she whispers, “Well, something I know nothing about. You will be disappointed.”
I reach up and cup her face in my rough hands and whisper, “I doubt it.”
I give her no time to answer and brush my lips against hers and inhale the scent of purity, relishing the moment when I change this woman’s life. I am buying her innocence and becoming the one memory she will look back on, no matter what happens next. Her first time will be shrouded in dark memories of when her life changed as the result of a sordid peep show in a vulgar hotel room.
As I brush my lips against hers, I revel in my power, her faint gasp causing my cock to swell painfully in my restricted pants. Our tongues entangle as her lips part, allowing me to taste sweet victory.
She is nervous, hesitant, and curious, and I am experiencing something unusual. Virgins don’t cross my path very often and it’s been a very long time since the last one. I usually have sexwith whores or ambitious women. Not women who have yet to experience the joy of what nature does best.
As she kisses me, my fingers drift to her slender neck and unzip the dress, so it falls to her waist and her small gasp of horror that falls into my mouth makes me smile against her willing lips.
I say nothing and run my thumb under the lacey fabric of her bra and tease her erect nipple, loving how she gasps as I push her back against the leather couch. I say nothing because words aren’t needed now and as she falls back, I ease the dress away from her body and toss it to the ground.
As I pull away her eyes widen as I stare into them and whisper huskily, “Do you accept my offer, angel?”
She shivers under my lustful gaze and yet the fire in her eyes answers me before her words and she licks her lower lip and nods shyly.
“Yes.”
I stare at the beauty before me and say softly, “Yes what, angel?”
Her face bursts with color and she won’t meet my eyes as she whispers nervously, “Yes, I agree to your terms.”
I say nothing and her gaze drifts to mine as I remove my shirt, loving the way her eyes feast on my body as I reveal it to her.
There’s a hunger in her expression that reassures me and as I unfasten my belt, her rapid breathing causes her chest to heave and her pupils to dilate.
I shrug out of my pants and underwear and my cock is grateful for the freedom. As I palm it, my eyes flash as I regard the virgin sacrifice trembling before me and deep satisfaction floods through my jaded soul because it’s at times like this, I fucking love being me.
CHAPTER 5
ASHLEY
Ishould have walked away. What on earth was I thinking? This man is trouble. I already know that as he directs his wicked gaze the length of my body.
I am almost naked in a stranger’s hotel room, and he is already naked, with lustful intent flashing from his darkened gaze. I’m scared, terrified even, but curiosity mixed with betrayal is making my decision easy for me.
It will be him.
It’s not even the money that decided my fate. It wasn’t the pain of seeing my fiancé with a man. Not the rejection I wrapped myself in as I fled his hotel room and not the pain of losing our life savings. This isn’t about the five hundred thousand dollars either, even though his promise of a life-changing amount will cover my debt to Edward and give me a new beginning.
It’s him.
The dark knight staring at me with a hunger that excites me. The promise of an experience that will never come my way again and, for one night only, I will shed my principles, pack away any misgivings, and learn exactly what all the fuss is about.
He drags that heavy lusty gaze down my body and it’s as if every part of me reacts. I have never seen a man like him beforeand certainly not looking as if he wants to devour me. But my body has its own agenda and is offering him a written invitation as it blooms under his heavy consideration.