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“I want to fuck you with my cock.” I kiss her cheek, my face wet with her come. “But not here. You’re not going to lose your virginity on a desk. I’m taking you upstairs to the hotel. Okay?”

I don’t want everything in her life to be harsh and cheap. I’m angry at what she did, but I can’t blame her for doing it. And I want her first time to be memorable in a good way.

She nods. I help her down from the desk and she goes honest-to-god weak in the knees, and I pull her next to me to keep her from falling.

This night is turning out to be salvageable after all.

13

Sasha

What am I doing? Why am I letting Finn Carney take me up to a hotel room at his family’s casino? His father was so angry. I was terrified. That compressed, quiet anger is scarier than the predictable, explosive rage I’m used to. Still, when Finn dragged me into that security office, a secret part of me hoped this would happen.

If his family is going to destroy me, I might as well not die a virgin.

What a fucked-up thought from a fucked-up woman. But I want Finn anyway. And if my life is going to be full of pain, I deserve to get some pleasure, too.

And while I’m not foolish enough to underestimate his power, I think he’ll do this right.

He had me grab our coats while he picked up a key, and we’re in an elevator heading up to the top floor. I’m still woozy from what he did to me in the security office, and when the elevator bumps and I lose my balance, he snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me next to him.

He smells so good.

In the room, he doesn’t wait a second, pressing me against the door and kissing me.

My arms go around his broad shoulders, and I meet his kisses with equal fervor. I may not be experienced, but it feels good to have his body on mine. But when I feel his hardness against my belly, it scares me a little. I’d heard nightmare stories about painful first times with lots of blood, and I don’t want any part of that.

He lifts the back of my dress and palms my bare ass.

“Where did you get garters?” he drawls, squeezing me. His thigh is between my legs now, and I move against him, the delicious friction building inside me.

“I wanted to look nice tonight,” I whisper, gasping as he grinds his knee against my hot center.

“For me.” His voice is husky. It’s not a question but given what’s going to happen with his father, it can’t hurt to be honest, stroke his ego.

“Yes, for you.”

He slides the zipper of the dress down, and I step out of it. I feel overexposed in just my lacy bra, garters and stockings, but when I go to move my arms over my chest, he pushes them down.

He rakes his gaze over me, licking his lips as his hand wanders to my pussy, teasing me. I gasp his name and hold onto the lapels of his fancy suit jacket.

His other hand moves to the back of my bra and unclasps it. It falls to the ground. He takes a step back.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs before sucking a nipple into his mouth.

Oh my God.

It feels amazing. And why is it that hearing Finn call me beautiful makes me want to believe it? He’s not one for false flattery. That’s not how he gets what he wants. And for some reason, he wants me. Maybe just to piss off his father, but the desire is there regardless.

I gasp against his mouth. The tingling from his mouth on my nipple goes straight to my pussy, which he’s working with his fingers. He swirls his tongue around one nipple before moving to the next.

I moan, slipping my hands under his suit jacket.

He keeps stroking and sucking my nipples, which have tightened into hard peaks.

“Finn, please!” I beg.

I feel him smile at the desperation in my voice. How he uses his power to make me feel so much pleasure is an incredible turn-on.

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