Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
When she finally slumps over my lap, I spread my legs and let her fall to the floor in front of me. Her sex-sated eyes meet mine and she squirms a bit. Does she recognize me? If she does, she doesn’t let on. Her gaze registers the barest sign of recognition, then she shakes her head, as if to mentally dismiss whatever reservations she has.
I point one final time to the sign above my head as I unfasten my buckle. There’s no fear in the beautiful depths of her eyes, though. Her gaze bright and eager. I have a private room here, but I want her right here, right now.
When I fist my cock, she swallows, then licks her lips.
She wants to do this.
Hell yes.
I place the back of my hand on her neck to draw her closer to me. I can almost feel her full lips around my cock, her sweet tongue torturing me, when suddenly she freezes. Her pretty, dainty hands on my knees, her eyes come to my wrist.
Fuck.
I didn’t realize I’m still wearing my watch. Blinking, she looks from the watch to me in recognition, and her eyes narrow to slits.
“You played me,” she hisses. “You fucking played me, and I hate you!” I don’t miss the way her voice catches at the end, as if she’s about to burst into tears.
She jumps to her feet and runs. There’s so much action going on in here, no one notices but me.
She can run.
We’ll meet again.
Three
Cora
I fucking hate him. God, I’ve never hated anyone so much in my life. I want to pound in his beautiful, haughty face.
How stupid am I?
I still have a shift to work at the bar, but when I take my place, my eyes are blurred with angry tears. I blink them away, but Travis notices.
“Hey,” he says gently, coming to my side and taking me by the elbow. “You alright?” I swipe my hand angrily across my eyes. I can’t take tenderness right now, and he’s always so damn sweet.
“I—I’m fine,” I blurt out, but he shakes his head.
“Naw,” he says in his drawl. “You ain’t gonna lie about that. Listen, all the action’s in the dungeon tonight. So I can handle this.” He gives me a look of concern. “Why don’t you take off early?”
I groan.
I can’t take off early, because I need the money. “It’s okay,” I insist, taking a deep breath while I put my apron back on. But Diana is still sitting at the bar and she’s taken all of this in.
“Cora. Honey,” she says gently. “Don’t forget you get ample personal time as part of your job here.”
Do I? Or did she just make that up?
I look at her warily. “You don’t need to pity me,” I say, but it’s pleading, not angry. I just want her to understand. I can work hard even when I do lose my shit, which I never do.
Except, apparently, when stunningly beautiful men play me for a fool.
Like that will ever happen again.
“I’m not. So, go,” she says, waving me off. “It’s only a few more hours tonight, and Travis is right. It’s slow at the bar.”
I want out of here so bad, all I need is for them to give me permission, and I’m halfway out the door.
“Thanks, guys,” I say, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “I owe you.”
“Get some rest,” Diana says gently. I bite my lip and nod.
“I will,” I whisper, not trusting my voice. I’m not used to people being nice to me.
I gather my things and leave. At the door, Brax looks at me questioningly. “You alright, kiddo?” he asks.
Kiddo again. Do they all see me as a kid? Ugh. King Douchebag didn’t.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I tell him.
“You sure some asshole didn’t give you shit in there?” he asks, raising a brow and cracking his knuckles. I give him a watery grin, my throat suddenly tight. “Just say the word, Cora. I’m happy to kick some ass.”
I can’t tell him the truth. Brax is like my overprotective big brother, and he’ll go pound King Douchebag’s head in, which might not be super smart for his job, though I’d personally find it gratifying.
“I’m good. Really,” I promise him, then wave good-bye as I head down the street, walking at a really good clip.
And that, right there, thanks to Brax’s friendly reminder, is my dilemma. That asshole just infiltrated my workplace, where people who really care about me are. If he keeps showing up… I don’t even know what I’ll do. It isn’t fair. It isn’t right. Verge is special to me, and I can’t let him ruin that.
So, for tonight, I’ll go clear my head. I’m a stupid, stupid girl for letting myself be attracted to that dumbass to begin with and letting him—oh, God. The memory heats my cheeks. I’m mad at him for ruining my first taste of kink. I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of pain and pleasure like that… I’ve fantasized about it now for months. And then my first real taste, and I come apart at the seams.