His Price(21)
Copper needed me.
“Where are you going to go? You saw what it looks like out there.” Bridging the gap between us, a smile spread across my lips. “You can't go anywhere without my help. And I'm sorry, but I'm not done with you yet.”
Pursing her lips, the words pushed through her teeth. “I don't need you. I'm a big girl, I'll find a way.”
“I can show you one way.” Palming my cock, my tongue ran across my teeth.
“You're a dick. Go play with yourself,” she said. But I saw something subtle in her stance, she shivered.
A light shake had rolled across her body, and something more obvious helped to feed the cock growing in my shorts. Her tone changed.
Her lips, her voice; it all softened.
The same look she had that night in the club had started to tug across her face.
She can't hide it, I can read her body like a good book.
A great book.
And I was only turning the first page.
Chapter Seven
Noella
Every inch of my body was numb. What the fuck did this guy think he was doing?! I was no one's property, I wasn't for sale. This wasn't what I signed up for. I would never let myself be sold for sex.
And for Gloria to slip that into my contract... She was going to have one pissed off fireball coming at her full force when I got out of here.
Why would she do this? Why? I thought she wanted to help me, help my family. How could I have been so oblivious to the fact it was all about money?
A piece me was sad, feeling she had betrayed me this way. She knew what I was going through, and now I knew she didn't really give a flying fuck.
Hegan stood in the kitchen gleaming from ear to ear. He was enjoying my anger, I could see the excitement in his eyes when the words first hit my ears. What kind of person thinks they could use money to get anything they wanted?
A spoiled little fucker like him, that's who.
Options, did I have any options? There was a damn blizzard, I had no money on me and no way to possibly get off this island without Hegan's help. I couldn't call my family; they didn't need to know what I had gotten myself into, and all their money was tied up in the hospital.
Besides, what was I going to say? 'Come get me, I'm miles away at a mansion. And I was supposed to dance for some guy, now he thinks he bought me.'
And the worst part of all of this... he knew it.
Hegan knew I had no way to get out of here, I watched it; saw the twinkle in his eye as the confidence poured from his body. He smirked, lips pulling up slowly, satisfaction drenching his brass cheeks.
I was stuck, trapped like a fucking animal in a cage.
My fingers pulled against my hair, tightening it around my face. “Why do you need me for this? There are a million other girls who would probably love to be bought by you. Why me?” I wanted answers, I needed answers.
In all reality he couldn't possibly keep me locked in here. That was kidnapping! I wasn't going to stand for it.
No one just buys me.
Stepping in towards me, he said, “I didn't want the other girls. I wanted you.” His massive hand raised up cupping my jaw. “This is more than just sex, I didn't decide on you for shits and giggles.”
My eyes burned into his, the taste of battery acid singed my tongue. “That's it? That's your answer? You're a weak prick, thinking your fucking money is all that matters, all that anyone would care about.” The words slashing through the air did nothing to rattle him.
His lip curled playfully, the smug grin spreading like a crescent moon. “You're going to stand there and tell me money doesn't play a part in anything? Why are you working at Tigress then? Because you like flashing your tits for profit?” His fingers glided gently down my chin, riding over my collar bone.
On reflex my head leaned towards my shoulder, creating a clear path for him to massage. “What I do with my body is my business, not yours.”
Who does he think he is? Now he's judging me? Trying to make me ashamed of what I do? He thinks he bought me! And I'm supposed to feel bad about being a stripper?
Hell no.
“You're forgetting, your body is mine now.” He dragged the thin edges of his teeth over my throat, sending my stomach into a million tiny tornadoes. The twisting funnels exploded inside, numbing my senses.
As much as I hated him, there in that moment; his touch sent tingles cascading down my spine, Hegan's fingers were softer than I'd expected. His chest hardened as he flexed his arm, hand tracing the delicate skin of my neck.
The ink rippled in a dance of its own, each movement of his arm caused the painted pain to sway and swirl to a rhythm hidden in the air.
My body trembled, a light gasp spilled from behind my lips. Peering up into his eyes, the emerald green sparkled with need. “You still didn't answer me. I asked you why?” My voice was a hush pushed through the air, the sound barely riding the tone in his direction.