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

blue eyes, filled with so much promise, stare right back

why I sound so shocked. I shouldn’t be, not

friend. He likes to fuck a lot of

did you pick

you for myself. If you hadn’t sneaked out that night, I was going to talk to you about continuing after Cherry.” His fingers skim my cheek, gliding down to

I couldn’t look away.

stop at any time,” he

want

He takes his time. He puts the water bottle on the counter, grabs my arms, and walks me back. I don’t trip as

to opening up my blouse, his fingers touching

putty in his hands as

stand before him completely so, he steps back, and I watch as he walks

muscular. For a man who spends

revealing his hard chest.

in his grip to make me do whatever he wants, to put me in

I don’t fight him.

vein at the side seeming to pulse.

then settling