Page 16 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

“You’re a horrible criminal. You take what doesn’t belong to you, and you deserve none of it.”

“Meaning you? I took you, but I don’t deserve you?” I ask, all the better to provoke her.

“Yes. You don’t deserve me.”

“No, I don’t deserve you. But look at me about to take you. I’m the twisted-up criminal who’s gonna use you like a little whore and make you love it.”

“You won’t make me love it. You think might makes right, but you’re wrong. It doesn’t.”

“Did you actually just say that? But might does make right, doesn’t it? If it didn’t, you’d be in charge. But you’re not, are you? Tell me who’s in charge.”

“Have you always been this horrible?” she asks.

God, people so rarely show me their edge like this.

“Oh, no, I used to be a good little boy, but that turned out to be a farce.”

“Being good is never a farce.”

Fuck, I cannot get enough of her and her prim act and her cherry-smelling lip gloss.

I let her go and cross the floor to thedesk where I left my drink. Like a signal to myself that I’m in control. I’m running this show.

I take a nice big swig. There are a lot of things I should be doing right now. Acting on some of the information I learned tonight, for one.

But here I am.

Sometimes, you just have to get a thing or a person out of your system: hunger, thirst, a man who needs killing, a woman who needs fucking.

I turn. “Change of plans. Scoot back and pull up what’s left of the skirt.”

I can practically hear the thoughts racing in her mind.

“Now. Fast, or you won’t like it. Panties off. Leave the stockings.”

She shimmies off her panties, down her long legs and past her thigh-high stockings, and scrambles all the way back so she’s sitting against the headboard.

“Legs open,” I say. “Keep touching your tits and looking at me like that. I am so enjoying the angry vibe. That’s what I’m gonna fuck out of you. You’ll be smiling when I’m done.”

“I won’t,” she whispers.

“What was that?”

She keeps gripping her tits and showing me her pussy, but it’s the scorn I crave. “I won’t smile.”

I take another sip.

“My smile is mine,” she adds, glaring at me.

“Well, this is getting better by the second.” I put my glass down and pull off my belt.

Her pulse beats rapidly in her neck.

The fact that she came before and still wants more is part of the reason she hates me right now.

We both like wrong things—that’s what I know right now. And we both need to get each other out of our systems.

She glances toward the window now, defying me.

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