Dodger.
Our faces were so close. We were
practically breathing each other’s air, and in that moment, all of
my warnings to myself about how dangerous he was for me went flying
out of my head. All I could see were his blue eyes darkening. All I
could think of was the way his big body had felt against my own. My
lungs hurt with the need to breathe him in. My ass ached with a
yearning to feel him buried deep within it. I was practically
trembling with an aching hunger for him to bend me over the dining
table and ram his cock deep inside of me. My eyes dropped to his
lips, when his mouth opened, and he licked his lower lip, and my
dick, which had only displayed a mild interest before that moment,
hardened quickly, causing me to gasp.
When Dodger lifted his
hand, I just knew he was going to grab my shoulder and rip my
clothes from my body. I was ready for it, prepared for that
particular action. It was something I’d experienced before. It was
normal for someone in my line of work to be manhandled, tossed
around, jerked, pressed, pushed down, and used roughly. Usually I
detested it, and being treated in such a way always made the
darkness throb, threatening to grow and expand, but with Dodger? I
wanted it. I craved it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to show me that
passion, that savagery. Perhaps it was because he’d been so gentle
with me so far, had been a gentleman, in fact, and therefore my
feelings had stirred within me, and I needed to be reminded he was
a client. Whatever the reason, I was practically trembling when his
fingertips made contact with my right cheek. It’s the only
explanation I have for why my eyes slid closed at that moment, and
I sighed.
Dodger’s touch was like
cool water to my dry, thirsty soul and it was unnerving, startling,
and made me want to cry. I would have jerked away from it, but I
couldn’t. I was so goddamn starved for a gentle caress that wasn’t followed by a
demand for a vile act, I needed just a minute more to pretend
Dodger wasn’t about to ask me to get to my knees and suck his
cock.
“ You have no idea how
beautiful you are,” he whispered softly.
I snorted at his words. I knew exactly
how beautiful I was. I made a living off of it.
He chuckled. “I don’t mean your outer
beauty, Tyler. I mean your inner beauty. The part of you that no
one really gets a chance to see.”
My eyes flew open, and I stared at
him, pulling my face away from his hand then. “And you think that
you’ve seen this real side of me?” I asked.
Dodger shrugged. “I’ve caught a
glimpse here and there,” he said offhandedly as he gestured for me
to sit.
I sat down but watched him
suspiciously as he walked around the table to take a seat on the
opposite side from me.
“ And how could you have
possibly done something like that when we only met a few days ago?”
I asked.
“ You only met me a few days
ago. I met you years ago,” he told me.
I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I
would have remembered you,” I told him.
Dodger laughed and lifted his glass of
wine to his lips, his full, perfect lips, and took a sip. “I wasn’t
rich enough to register for you.”
My eyebrows lifted at his words. “Are
you calling me shallow?”
Dodger nodded. “Extremely.”
I wanted to storm away from him. I
wanted to be insulted, but how could I be? He was telling the
truth. I was shallow. It was my job. I didn’t pay attention to men
who couldn’t take care of me, and if we had met years ago, and he
hadn’t looked as if he could take care of me, then there was no way
I would have noticed him. I shrugged at him and lifted my own glass
of wine. “I am what I am, Mr. Vanderbrook. I don’t apologize. I
have a certain lifestyle I have to maintain for a certain reason,
one you would never understand, and for that reason, I have to set
my sights on the men, or women, who will keep me in the life to
which I have grown accustomed.”
“ You mean because of Stella
Timson?”
Ice raced
Our faces were so close. We were
practically breathing each other’s air, and in that moment, all of
my warnings to myself about how dangerous he was for me went flying
out of my head. All I could see were his blue eyes darkening. All I
could think of was the way his big body had felt against my own. My
lungs hurt with the need to breathe him in. My ass ached with a
yearning to feel him buried deep within it. I was practically
trembling with an aching hunger for him to bend me over the dining
table and ram his cock deep inside of me. My eyes dropped to his
lips, when his mouth opened, and he licked his lower lip, and my
dick, which had only displayed a mild interest before that moment,
hardened quickly, causing me to gasp.
When Dodger lifted his
hand, I just knew he was going to grab my shoulder and rip my
clothes from my body. I was ready for it, prepared for that
particular action. It was something I’d experienced before. It was
normal for someone in my line of work to be manhandled, tossed
around, jerked, pressed, pushed down, and used roughly. Usually I
detested it, and being treated in such a way always made the
darkness throb, threatening to grow and expand, but with Dodger? I
wanted it. I craved it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to show me that
passion, that savagery. Perhaps it was because he’d been so gentle
with me so far, had been a gentleman, in fact, and therefore my
feelings had stirred within me, and I needed to be reminded he was
a client. Whatever the reason, I was practically trembling when his
fingertips made contact with my right cheek. It’s the only
explanation I have for why my eyes slid closed at that moment, and
I sighed.
Dodger’s touch was like
cool water to my dry, thirsty soul and it was unnerving, startling,
and made me want to cry. I would have jerked away from it, but I
couldn’t. I was so goddamn starved for a gentle caress that wasn’t followed by a
demand for a vile act, I needed just a minute more to pretend
Dodger wasn’t about to ask me to get to my knees and suck his
cock.
“ You have no idea how
beautiful you are,” he whispered softly.
I snorted at his words. I knew exactly
how beautiful I was. I made a living off of it.
He chuckled. “I don’t mean your outer
beauty, Tyler. I mean your inner beauty. The part of you that no
one really gets a chance to see.”
My eyes flew open, and I stared at
him, pulling my face away from his hand then. “And you think that
you’ve seen this real side of me?” I asked.
Dodger shrugged. “I’ve caught a
glimpse here and there,” he said offhandedly as he gestured for me
to sit.
I sat down but watched him
suspiciously as he walked around the table to take a seat on the
opposite side from me.
“ And how could you have
possibly done something like that when we only met a few days ago?”
I asked.
“ You only met me a few days
ago. I met you years ago,” he told me.
I shook my head. “I’m pretty sure I
would have remembered you,” I told him.
Dodger laughed and lifted his glass of
wine to his lips, his full, perfect lips, and took a sip. “I wasn’t
rich enough to register for you.”
My eyebrows lifted at his words. “Are
you calling me shallow?”
Dodger nodded. “Extremely.”
I wanted to storm away from him. I
wanted to be insulted, but how could I be? He was telling the
truth. I was shallow. It was my job. I didn’t pay attention to men
who couldn’t take care of me, and if we had met years ago, and he
hadn’t looked as if he could take care of me, then there was no way
I would have noticed him. I shrugged at him and lifted my own glass
of wine. “I am what I am, Mr. Vanderbrook. I don’t apologize. I
have a certain lifestyle I have to maintain for a certain reason,
one you would never understand, and for that reason, I have to set
my sights on the men, or women, who will keep me in the life to
which I have grown accustomed.”
“ You mean because of Stella
Timson?”
Ice raced
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