Virgin for Sale

“Why?”

“The money you … paid me. I used it to pay for my sister’s medical bills and to start renting that place. I’m not used to this. You’re rich.”

He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. The scent of wine is on his breath.

“That I am. I could’ve paid a hell of a lot more for you.”

“You paid enough.”

He snorted. “You were worth so much more.”

His hand bands around my waist, keeping me captive, not that I want to go. I love when his hands are on me.

The memory of his touch was what kept me going when I felt filled with despair.

“I’ll never forget that night, Faye. I tried to find you after. I even hired a PI to hunt you down. You’ve got no criminal record, so finding you was next to impossible.” He nibbles on my neck, biting the curve. “I can’t believe you’ve been so close to me all this time.”

“Why me? You can have anyone else.”

“There’s no one else I want.”

“Haven’t you been back to Cherry?” I hate that it bothers me so much that he could have any woman. All he’d need to do is click his fingers and there’d be a long line of them waiting to do his bidding.

“No.”

turn so that

filled with so much promise, stare

I don’t know why I sound so

I was there that night was my friend. He likes to fuck a lot of

did you pick

myself. If you hadn’t sneaked out that night, I

I couldn’t look away.

stop at

would I want you to

water bottle on the counter, grabs my arms, and walks me

to opening up my blouse,

putty in his hands

he steps back, and I watch as

a man who spends so much time

his hard chest.

do whatever he wants, to put me in whatever position

I don’t fight him.

hard once again, the vein at the

me. His length brushes my stomach as he caresses down my arms, around my back, then settling on