Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Nothing could have prepared me for what he said next.
Not one damn thing.
In a rough, dominant tone, he ordered, “Then get on your knees and suck my cock.”
“What?” I blurted, stunned by the turn of events.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“I… I… I’m… I…”
“What’s that matter, Peach? Not so cocky now, are you? All bark and no bite.”
“It shouldn’t surprise me you know nothing about being a gentleman, considering you couldn’t drop me off at my front door.”
“I don’t have a gentle bone in my body.”
Out of nowhere, I called him out. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.” I nodded. I wasn’t stupid. “You’re just trying to intimidate me. Get me to leave and not come back. But guess what, Hayes. You don’t scare me. I call your bluff.”
I knew he was testing my limits. Provoking me on purpose, but this was a power struggle I wasn’t willing to lose. There was too much at stake.
My future.
He slid back onto the sofa with his legs wide open, filling up the space that now seemed smaller with him sitting in it. Extending out his arms next, he set them on the backrest of the couch.
Waiting.
Watching.
Before he ordered, “By all means, Peach. Suck my cock.”
My heart was suddenly in my throat as my pulse quickened with every breath. However, Hayes didn’t bat an eye.
He was calm.
Cool.
Collected.
Displaying no emotion whatsoever. In control of his thoughts, his demeanor…
Me.
Was he used to this? How often did women suck his dick for a job?
I swallowed hard as I stood, hanging on to the back of my chair for support. The cool air caused my already heightened skin to rouse. Our eyes stayed connected the entire time as he watched my every move like he was trying to ingrain it into his memory. Learning everything he could about me, just by the way I reacted to him.
Hayes was perceptive, like it was his job to read people.
“You know demanding sex for a job is illegal, right?”
“So is trying to sneak into my bar with a fake ID.”
“Surely you can’t compare the two.”
“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Peach.”
I swallowed hard again. My stomach fluttered, hearing him call me Peach again was different in that moment.
“Your five minutes are up,” he reminded me. “You have two choices. You can leave or you can deep throat my dick.”
“I’ve never—”
“I know.” He wickedly grinned.
He was just trying to manipulate me into leaving and I refused to give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t back down.
With one foot in front of the other, I steadily walked toward him. Not showing him fear, he seemed to thrive on it. Before I could give it another thought, I did as I was told and slowly kneeled down in front of him.
He cocked his head to the side, baiting me.
I took one last deep breath, reaching for his belt. Determined to call his bluff, I unbuckled it and then undid the button of his jeans. His scent was all around me, overwhelming me in ways I couldn’t begin to describe. My chest rose and fell with each breath that escaped my lips as I slid his zipper down.
He didn’t waver in instructing. “Now pull out my cock and stroke it long and hard, sweetheart.”
Once again, there was no expression on his face.
Neutral.
Unfazed.
Like this happened for him every day.
“I don’t have all fucking night. Tick tock.”
Unable to resist, I asked, “You’ll really give me a job if I do this?”
“You’re really going to do this for a job?” he countered.
We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. His eyes on me and mine on his while his question lingered in the space between us as if it were an atomic bomb. The air was heavy, and the silence was deafening until I firmly nodded.
The second I reached into his boxer briefs to pull out his dick, he crudely yanked my hair back and I fell onto my ass.
I whimpered, unexpectedly held hostage in the grasp of a man I didn’t know from a hole in the wall.
When his gaze suddenly shifted to my eyebrow scar, his demeanor immediately changed into something I couldn’t place. I was used to people being curious about it before asking me what happened.
Hayes didn’t.
Instead, he reached over and started rubbing the torn tissue with his thumb. For a brief moment, his cold, detached guard was down and it was replaced with sadness. Normally, it didn’t bother me when people looked at me this way. I was used to it. Except with him….
It was agonizing.
Pure torture.
I didn’t say a word.
I was barely breathing.
All of a sudden, his thumb slid from my scar to my lips. He skimmed my mouth for a second before wiping off the red lipstick I was wearing, as if he wanted to since the moment I walked in.