Page 20 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

I’m being fucked up. I’ll send her off and concentrate on my mission.

She’s still in bed, doing things on her phone, when I get back out. I watch her, torn between sending her away and fucking her again.

She is mine for the night, after all.

The fact that I’d even think along those lines is why I need to cut her loose.

“Put yourself back together and get out of here. Now.”

She sits up.

“That’s right, your night-long sentence has been commuted to sex served.”

It takes her a while to process this. “We’re done?”

“You need an engraved letter of dismissal?”

“Can I…” She gestures at the bathroom like she’s not sure if she can use it.

How new is she at this? Whores always use the bathroom on their way out. They use the bathroom and leave without a word. That’s the drill.

I wave my hand. “Use it and get out.”

She snatches up her skirt and panties. “One sec.”

I turn to my phone. Orton has Zedd’s corner guy, and they’re coming over with him. Good.

I scroll through my other messages. I won’t look at her again. I won’t think about her lips or her freckles or her primness or her angry edge or anything, and then she’ll be gone to Vegas.

Even if I want more of her spark and scorn and all that, I won’t be able to get at her without a fuck-ton of hassle.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s how to deny myself.

Chapter Seven

EDIE

Use it and get out?What an asshole!

I look in the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. My hair is wild, the pinup girl style long gone. My cheeks are puffy from his whiskers, and my neck... God.

I trace my fingertips over the pinkest part.

I had sex for money with an awful, horrible killer. But it was... overwhelming. All-consuming. The dark rush of it is still coursing through my veins.

Who am I?

I should be scared. Repulsed. This man paid to use my body for his pleasure.

Yet I can’t stop thinking about his eyes. And his hands. And his chest—hard and strong and scarred like his hands. The way his cock bobbed up, thick and sturdy, a primal club wrapped in bronze skin and sinew.

The college guys I’ve been with would never just stand there with it out, looking me over. But Luka did exactly that, like a king surveying his domain, stroking himself, hardening more to take me.

I blink, lost in the memory of him hovering over me. Themoment felt electric. And then he entered me and got me off so intensely... it’s like I was transported to another realm—a raw, uncharted realm of endless sensation.

And god, the look in his eyes after he pulled out of me, still hovering over me, like we’d shared something...

Even now, I can feel his dark pull. I want to go back out there. Is this what a junkie’s first taste of heroin is like?

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