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He is sin and sex, and it’s swirling all around me.
“Drive.”
Gabe
Idid not buyher. I didn’t have to. What I bought was herfreedom. She can now do as she wishes.
She’s already mine, but I didn’t buy her. She may not know she’s mine yet, but I will have her.
Perfect Avery. Young. Beautiful. Didn’t know the world of shit she was in. Still doesn’t.
She’s used to selling herself, but she won’t do it again.
Ever.
“I don’t believe I ever told you my name.” I lean forward to retrieve two glasses and a bottle of triple-distilled vodka. A few clanks of ice from the built-in bucket with the cold silver tongs followed by two fingers of chilled vodka. This will warm her up for now. “You look like you could use a drink after that fall.”
Her eyes dart up to mine as she moves closer to take the drink from me.
“You look like you have some explaining to do.”
My cock steels as our fingers touch and her pretty hand takes the drink up to her lips. She look so young andinnocent- and she almost has me fooled.
If I saw her on the street and she smiled at me, I wouldn’t know she was paid to smile at men. Paid to let themfuckher. Paid for...I don’t know what she does. Not really. And my chest swells with disgust at the idea of her doing anything like that. And she won’t again.
God, she almost has me fooled.
“There is a party I have to attend tonight,” I say, slipping the invitation from one of the leather flaps on the side of the door. I pull the black card out of its matte black envelope and hand both to Avery.
She takes it, her face awash with an expression of bemused suspicion, and carefully flips the card open. Her eyes scan along the words as she takes in the information.
“Sounds...interesting,” she breathes.
She takes another sip of her vodka. She is trying to be cool.
“I’d like you to accompany me,” I say.
She looks straight ahead, away from me, and then down at her drink again.
“Please tell me what happened after I walked out of the parlor,” she whispers into the air between us.
“I bought out your contract,” I say, “so as I said before, you won’t have to worry about them anymore.”
I move closer to her and put my hand on her leg. She is wearing a short black dress and a long jacket, and thick black tights, but I can still imagine every curve of her beneath the shell as I think of her writhing beneath me, fingers laced through my hair as she pulls and bucks her hips and moans into my mouth.
“So going to this party would be, what?” she asks, her green eyes flashing to mine. “Something I owe you? You think youpurchasedme for the night?”
“I don’t think I purchased you,” I growl, “I did it because I want you and I don’t wantthemto be able to hurt you ever again.”
My chest rumbles with desire, my heart slamming around inside my rib cage.
“I want you to come to the party with me because I wantyou.”
I put my hand down on her thigh and glide it up slowly as she looks at me deliberately, her eyes beginning at my chest, trailing up, lingering on my lips as I lick them possessively and her brows knit in the middle. A soft moan - nearly just abreath- escapes from her lips as my cock roars to be let out. I haven’t eventouchedher yet. And finally her eyes sweep up and we are looking into each other’s eyes.Finally.
“I already know that’s a yes,” I whisper, leaning into her, breathing softly against her ear.
“Yes.” Her breath hitches as she says her word, and she turns her face softly, her eyelids fluttering, beautiful, perfect.
