Page 52 of Brutal Savage

That devilish mouth tips up and his eyes turn hooded as he tilts my chin up between two fingers. “You don’t date and you don’t fuck. So how do you get off, Ms. Hill?”

My shocked expression only makes his smirk grow.

“See, they actually invented toys for that, and they can get me off better than any man could.”

He chuckles, gripping my chin tighter. “Any man you’ve fucked so far.”

His eyes burn with meaning, and my stomach dips, my heart beating frantically.

“I’d love to watch you play with yourself. But see, no toy could ever replace the real thing.” His thumb rolls across my mouth, and my body shivers, nipples pebbling and aching for his mouth. “The feeling of human skin, the sounds, the connection. A toy can’t give you that.”

Those words send a shockwave to my already-pulsing core.

“But you can?” Another laugh simmers out of me, though I try to sound like I’m not insanely turned on.

Knuckles drop to my jaw, stroking it, making me dizzy. His eyes burn into mine, and I want to rip off his shirt and experience everything he just described.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? You’re not interested, so you’re right. This can’t happen again.” Mirth fills his gaze.

“Glad we’re in agreement.”

Please get out of here so I can finally breathe…

When I try to get him off of me, he curls his arm around the small of my back and tugs me nearer.

“Five thousand,” he husks.

“What?”

“That’s what I’m willing to offer you. Five thousand a day for helping Brody. It’s my final offer. Then I’ll be looking for someone else.”

Okay. That’s an insane amount of money. Money I desperately need.

“When do I have to let you know by?”

“In the next ten seconds.”

My chest clenches. “What?”

“Time is ticking, Elara. You either say yes now or you don’t.”

“You…you have to promise you won’t touch me like this again. I can’t?—”

“Can’t what, baby?”

Jesus Christ. He’s torturing me. He knows the effect he has on me, so he’s doing this on purpose.

“Don’t call me that, or little serpent, or whatever other nickname one would call their significant other. I’m not your girlfriend or your whore. So please, if I agree, you can’t push this.”

“When was the last time a man was inside you, Ms. Hill?” He arches his hips into me, and I feel it again: his thick, hard length pressing into my stomach.

“None of your business,” I choke out, my arousal heating.

Too damn long…

He pushes his hot, muscled body into mine, driving me up against the wall.

Trapping me.

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