Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Asshole.”
“I think the headlines called me a monster. Or was it a predator? Sex fiend?”
“I’m pretty sure at least one writeup called you an asshole.”
“Your diary doesn’t count.”
I grab a handful of her hair that’s no longer in a sleek ponytail but now in a messy bun. She whimpers when I twist it in my fist. Slowly, I pull her head back, exposing her creamy neck to me.
“What can I do to make this better?” she murmurs, her body shuddering as I run my nose along a silky path on her neck to her jaw. “I want to fix us.”
“We’re not an us, therefore we were never broken, thus there is nothing to fix.” I bite her jawbone making her gasp.
“If I find a way to get Leo back, will that make it better?”
His name on her lips has a fierce growl rumbling through me. “Don’t you fucking dare speak to him. Ever again.”
She laughs, sexy and a little bit crazed. “I could hire one of your hitmen with all my money. Rich guys like you probably have paid killers on hand. Am I right?”
“Get on your knees. Your mouth is only useful for one thing at this point.”
Her head pulls back despite the savage grip I have on her hair. With eyes watering from the pain of it, she flashes me a filthy grin. “You can only shut me up for a little while with that thing,” she sasses. “In forty seconds, we’ll be back to discussing how you’re going to fall in love with me even though you hate the very idea of it.”
“Forty seconds,” I scoff, forcefully jerking her away from her barstool and onto unsteady feet.
“Like a typical man, that’s the part you fixate on.”
Ignoring her, I state in my most businesslike tone, “Name the terms.”
“I suck you off and then you stay the night.”
“Fuck no.”
“For Shrimp.”
The damn bird actually chatters from his cage in agreement.
“If I stay over, I won’t let you sleep. I’ll fuck you and use you like the toy I pay for. Every hole, Cinderelliott. All three of them belong to me.”
“Maybe the next headline can be Hot Gold-Digger Trades Anal for Movie Night with a Billionaire.”
“Like I said, your diary doesn’t count as real news, little girl.”
Her hands brush over the buckle of my leather belt, and her lips part. I suck in a breath because sometimes she’s too damn beautiful for my mind to operate properly. Like now when her lips are just begging to wrap around my dick.
“New rules,” she says. “You want this to be a transaction? Fine. But I’m done trading in money. You don’t care about it. And honestly, neither do I.”
“This should be good,” I say in an impatient tone. “Get on with it so I can deny you.”
She rolls her eyes, her lashes batting at the movement. “And here I thought you liked a challenge.”
“I’ve been playing with your obnoxious ass for quite some time now. I’d say you know I do.”
“Good,” she purrs, unlatching the buckle of my belt. “You messed up by giving me a bazillion dollars, a boat, a car, and a college fund.”
“Spoken like a true spoiled brat.”
She shrugs. “Not my fault you made me that way, Win.”
“Get on with it. I don’t have all night.”
“We’ll trade in what I want too. You want to stick your big dick in my ass and call me mean names while you bite me?”
My cock jolts. Fucking traitor.
Her hazel eyes gleam in a knowing way. “Fine. Great. Deal. However…” She twists her lips into a wicked grin. “I get what I want in return.”
“Flowery words.”
“No, Constantine. I’ve upped my game. I’m playing a big one now.”
“What could you possibly want that I would be willing to give you?”
“Just you.”
I grit my teeth, boring my hard gaze into her. “Elaborate.”
“If you want to do all the filthy stuff, then I get the boyfriend stuff after. End of story.”
“This game is boring. Maybe I should find a new toy.”
“No other toy entertains you like I do,” she throws back in a cocky tone. “Admit it.”
“Bragging about being a toy. Hmm. That’s all you have to offer?”
“Take it or leave it, Win. I won’t budge on this. The stakes are too high. I’m all in.”
I study her face for a beat, quickly weighing all the risks. It’s foolish to play such a dangerous game with such an intelligent, sassy, hot-as-fuck woman. She has the potential to destroy me.
I’ll just have to keep her a sobbing, begging mess so she’ll be too exhausted to do much else. The mental image of her cheeks smeared with black mascara as she cries, lips stretched over my dick are what seals the deal.
“Okay, Cinderelliott, we’ve just leveled-up in our game. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” I release her hair to grip her delicate chin, squeezing it. “I’m a Constantine. I always win.”