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His Price(4)

By:Leah Holt


I sat in silence for longer than I had realized. “Fuck you,” I hissed through my lips.

“I can tell you want to, you're just as hot between those thighs as the air in this dump. But you said no touching, remember?”

He wants to play, huh? I'm going to make him want me so bad it hurts. Then I'll leave him hard and solo.

Hegan was trying to challenge me; I'd seen it before. The way he slouched in his chair, cock pressing against his zipper, a shit eating grin on his face; he was used to being in charge.

But I was going to teach him a lesson.

Not every woman would crumble to his poison.

Digging my palms into my ribs, I pulled them up to my breasts, squeezing them together, the warmed flesh spilled over the seams. Walking closer to him, I leaned in, his nose inches from my mounds; parting my lips I exhaled across his cheek.

The heat hit his skin and I watched him shudder. Hegan's movement was subtle, but I caught it. The shock moved from his head to his legs, hips twitching against the seat.

Slipping my thumbs beneath the silk straps, I peeled them away from my shoulders, his eyes frozen on my body. My large plump breasts spilled from beneath the fabric, bouncing in front of his face, nipples grazing the stubble of his jaw.

I knew he was getting dragged in, trapped in my web of seduction. It seemed he had forgotten that in this world, I was the master of illusion, the goddess of ecstasy. I was paid to make men imagine their wildest dreams.

And I was fucking good at it.

His chest rose quickly with the burst of skin, fingers tightening around the seat; I watched his knuckles drain to white.

“You like that, don't you?” My eyes rode the muscles of his chest down to his cock. “Yeah, I can see you do. But that measly five dollar bill isn't going to cut it, Sweetheart.” Forcing my tits together, I dragged my tongue over one nipple. “Honestly, you're lucky you even got as much as you did.”

Hegan flipped three hundred dollar bills out, slipping them in the crease of my breasts. “Happy?”

He seemed so unfazed, tossing the money like it meant nothing. That was more than most men came in here with. And by the look of it, he had plenty more where that came from.

What the hell does he do for work? It can't be legal, or he's just trying to play the part like the rest of us in here.

He looked young, in his twenties. Too young to be carrying that kind of cash. And he certainly wasn't dressed like he was loaded.

If we did get a guy in here who had a large bank account, you knew it. The limo would be parked outside, they would be dressed in a tailored suit, hair fixed just right to their skull. Those types screamed- “I'm rich and have some extra to play with tonight.”

That was not Hegan.

Twisting my back to him, I said, “It'll do for now.” Flashing a quick smile, I bent down. Dragging my nails up the back of my legs, my dress sliding up to show my ass.

“Well, that's all you're getting. Unless...” Hegan fanned out the money. “You want to take this little party elsewhere?”

“Didn't I cover that already? I told you I dance, that's it. I'm not a prostitute.” Flipping my hair back, I shot him a glare.

“Well, you could have fooled me.”

Huffing loudly, I whipped around. My large heels entangled each other; losing my balance I almost fell to the floor. Hegan jolted forward and his firm arms caught me in the air.

Wrapped tightly in his grip, my stomach began to twirl; wild fire and battery acid crept up my throat. Dipping my fingertips into his muscles, I felt his rock hard chest.

The sudden urge to kiss him radiated through my brain. What the hell am I thinking?! Stop! Get a damn grip!

“Thanks,” I said, pressing against his chest to sit up.

“I just saved your life, you owe me now.” Hegan smiled a devilish grin, eyes fixing on the exposed bare flesh, hard-on in his pants shoving into my lower back.

Jumping from his lap, I scrambled to pull my dress up over my chest. “I'm done here.” I snapped at him, storming off. Taking one last look over my shoulder, I saw Hegan sitting with a shit eating grin painted on his face.

He was a prick. A royal fucking prick, who thought any girl would be lucky to get a piece of him. If he chose to give it.

How could he just expect that I was going to roll onto my back and let him fuck me?

I wasn't that kind of girl.

And I never would be.





Chapter Two


Hegan

I think I found her. The one I'm going to make mine.

Copper.

She was a fire cracker, a hot spark burning at the core. Her long red hair, the curls that twisted up to her scalp. I wanted to wrap my fingers inside, tug at the strands till her mouth screamed for me to fuck her.

She was perfect, exactly what I needed.

Those plump red lips, shaped so elegantly like a perfect heart, the heat that shot off her tongue with confidence.