Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
He leads me out of the bar, through the crowded casino, and to the bank of elevators with my mother and the slimeball following behind. I really don’t care about them as long as the creep doesn’t touch me.
All I can think about is what’s going to happen when tomorrow comes. Will he hate me after he wakes up and the drugs wear off? Will he remember me? Why does it bother me? I’m paid to be his lover for the night and that much he’s willingly agreed to, so he’s not much better than any of us. I hate what I’m becoming and for him, I don’t care.
A whore.
Sebastian must already be wasted because his hands haven’t stopped touching me. I wonder if my mother put too much into his drink.
Sebastian drags me into the elevator and pins me to the wall as his mouth crashes down on mine for a kiss that’s undeniably dominating. I freeze and then let loose, falling into the kiss, letting him control me. He lifts me up higher so his cock grinds against my pussy just at the edge of my dress that has completely ridden up.
It’s all new and foreign to me, but I welcome it, craving his strong grip that owns my body. His fingers are firm and strong like the rest of him and I need more, moaning so against his mouth.
“Damn, Sebastian, can’t wait until we get into the suite?”
“Mind you’re fucking business, and don’t look this way.” God the way he commands total power over his idiot brother drives me wild.
“It’s a mirrored elevator, bro.” This seems to cool Sebastian down for a moment because he loosens his grip on me, adjusting my dress. Still, his mouth runs down my throat and then the doors open.
“Time to go,” he growls. Before I know it, I’m flipped over his shoulder and carried upside down into the penthouse suite. I giggle until I hear a low growl followed by a spank on my ass, causing me to yelp, and then a grunt comes from him.
Chapter Three
Sebastian
The need to get her ass in the room before she changes her mind is a must. The distaste for my brother was clearly visible on her gorgeous face. If she ran, I’d have to chase her ass down, and I would for sure. My body throbs with desire as her soft body lies pliantly on my shoulder.
She’s only here to get paid so she’s going along without a fight, but none of that matters because I need to be inside her right now before someone tries to interrupt us.
David better think twice about bothering me, or I’ll kill his ass. If there was ever a reason to finally end him, ruining this night would definitely be it. Lust destroys all parts of my brain as I lead her into the suite.
I glare at Cesar, my head of security and second in command. “No one is to come in. Get the fuck away from the door, and keep everyone outside of the suite. Understood?”
“What about David?” he asks, looking over at my brother who is practically mauling the other woman with a hint of disgust in his gaze.
“He stays in his rooms only.” I don’t give a fuck who he does as long as his paws are off my beauty.
“Yes, Sebastian.”
I nod and carry my escort to where I want her. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy filling her with every inch of me until she creams around my shaft. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, and she’s going to be begging for more as morning comes. This will not be over until I say it is.
As soon as I have her in my room, the door is closed and I flick it locked. “You’re mine, little Candy. Time to take what’s owed to me.”
I slide her down my body, gripping the bottom of her dress so it comes up and over her body in one fluid motion, leaving her in just a pair of black panties and a tiny black push-up bra that does nothing to hide her massive tits. “This is a crime.”
I run my finger under the strap, sliding it down over her slender shoulder while I walk behind her. Brushing her hair away from her neck, I kiss her throat. “So fucking soft and sweet.” She shivers as goosebumps cover her soft skin.
Reaching around, my hands grip her voluptuous mounds, squeezing them a little roughly. The mere inches of fabric that keep them hidden irks me, so I tug the lacy fabric off and pluck her hard nipples. Her back arches, pressing her tits into my hands, wordlessly begging for more.
“So sensitive, sweet Candy,” I whisper as I lick her pulse. “Are you getting wet for me?”
She nods, but that’s not good enough for me. I want her to say it; I need to hear it from those puffy red lips. In my world, I command respect and get answers with just a word or a look. “Say it.”