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248 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 12, 2015
”I felt his interest, more than sexual. I felt his suspicion. I felt every instinct telling me he is there for more than a dance. I can’t afford not to listen.”
“I want to fuck you with my fingers. I want to play with your clit until you come. Or maybe I’ll slide my tongue over your pussy until you’re crying loud enough for the whole club to hear, hmm? Your choice, Honey.”
“I’m afraid of dying, but I’m more afraid of never living.”
I let them do this to me. I don’t fight. I can’t fight. It’s not only me who’ll get hurt if I do.
He’s like a cat bringing me a dead mouse as a gift. Disturbing. And sweet.
“What’s your name?” His voice is low—and desperate? That can’t be right. He doesn’t need anything from me. He could have gone to a bar. With that hard jaw and hard body, he would have had his pick. Any girl would have hopped on the back of the motorcycle I suspect he has. And yet he’s here.
He can pay for my mouth. He can even pay for my orgasms. He doesn’t get my name.
“Honey.”
He laughs, a little coarse, a little bitter. But his eyes, they understand. They’re almost soft, tender as they look down at me kneeling. “Pretty little liar.”