Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
When he released me and I was able to breathe again, I jerked my cock hard and fast, crying out as cum shot over my hand.
“Jesus, you really are a fucking slut for me.”
“I….” I couldn’t form words. My orgasm rocked my world as cum continued to spurt from my cock.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Val said as he watched me. “Next time, I expect you to ask for permission though.”
“N-next time?”
“You want private clients? You want to do things that earn more money than dancing ever could? Then I’ll be your client. Your only client.”
He couldn’t be serious. “But you said—”
“I don’t give a fuck what I said. I’ll have you in this room any time I want.”
Would his father come after me if he found out? “Everyone will know.”
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone knows.”
“But I thought–”
He wrapped his hand back around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my air again. I was going to have bruises there if he kept it up. “Me fucking a dancer here is nothing. I’ve done that plenty of times.”
Those words shouldn’t hurt. I knew he hadn’t been with any of them since he brought me here, but surely I wasn’t stupid enough to think he wanted to be exclusive with me.
“All you need to worry about is paying your debt. I’ll compensate you just like any other client.”
He let me go, and I rubbed my neck as I focused on breathing.
“Do we have a deal?”
“Do I have a choice?” I croaked out the words.
He studied me for a moment as I looked up at him from my knees. Then he brushed his fingers over my wet, swollen lips. “You can dance without offering any other services, or you can have me as a client. Those are your options.”
So, I could spend years here paying off my debt, being watched by Val, unable to do anything to improve my chances of getting out from under his thumb. I wouldn’t be touched by anyone. Wouldn’t have to argue about how far I wanted to go with a client, but I also wouldn’t be touched by Val again.
Could he keep his hands off me? I wasn’t sure, but I knew I didn’t want him to. If I were honest, I wanted him here every day, bringing me to this room and doing whatever he wanted.
“I charge top rates.”
He grinned. “Of course you do.”
“He pulled out a stack of hundreds and counted out a thousand dollars. Will this do for today?”
My eyes widened. “A thousand for a blow job?” Fuck, why did I say that. Did I want to work forever to pay him back?
“I’ve had plenty of blow jobs in my life. That was a whole other level. That was what happens when a beautiful man surrenders completely to me, and I’m happy to pay exorbitant rates for that kind of service. Don’t expect me to ever go easy on you. I will work you over good and hard. I’ll leave you sore and bruised and still needing, and I will pay you well for every second.”
“Fuck.” The word slipped out as a whisper, and he smiled.
“Is your ass ready for all this?” He pressed a hand over his cock, which was still half hard.
“I can take anything from you.”
His hand was in my hair again. I gasped as he jerked my head back. “Are you sure about that? Do you understand how demanding I can be?”
He’d choked me half to death and used me like I was indestructible. “I think I do.”
“This is your last chance to change your mind. You can put on your clothes and walk away, or you can meet me here the next time I ask.”
I swallowed hard and winced.
“Aww, is your throat sore?”
There was no remorse in his eyes. He liked that he’d wrecked me. The problem was, I liked it too, and I needed the money. I needed to do this. It gave me the best of both worlds. I got to have the dangerous man I longed for, and I got to earn money to pay off my debt faster than I’d ever imagined. “I’ll be here.”
13
VALENTINO
Liam started to rise, but I shook my head. “Stay there and put this on.” I picked up my jacket and handed it to him.
“What? I don’t–”
When he followed my movements and saw his former client lying on the floor with blood pooled under his head, he made a strangled sound. “Oh my God. I forgot. How could I…What happens now?”
I loved that his voice was scratchy, barely there. I’d done that to him. I’d fucked his throat raw. I should feel bad for it, but I didn’t. I loved that he’d taken what I’d given him. I loved knowing I could hurt him and he wouldn’t flinch, that he’d still look to me for comfort. I was the one who could save him.