Page 44 of Blood Money

It took only a few more strokes before he cried out and cum shot from his cock, making a mess of the chair.

I caught some of his cum on my fingers, brought it to my mouth, and licked it off as Liam watched me, eyes wide.

“That’s so hot.” His words were barely audible. I knew he was exhausted, but I wasn’t done with him yet.

“You’re delicious.” I took hold of his hips and slid my cock in and out of him, slowly, then faster until I was fucking him wildly. His body was loose and limp. He could barely hold on as the chair rocked back and forth. I was too far gone to worry about it. I would keep him safe. I buried myself all the way into his ass and let go. My cum pulsed into him again and again.

He gasped as he clung to the chair. I wasn’t sure his feet were even on the floor anymore. When I drove a final thrust into his ass, the chair tipped. I caught him as it clattered to the floor, then I lowered us both. My cock slid from his body, and I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor, ass in the air where I could watch my cum run down his legs.

He looked amazing: red marks on his ass, his hole inviting me to fill it again, cum making a mess of his ass and thighs. He was beautiful. I already wanted to have him again. My dick twitched as I watched his ass clench.

“Do you feel empty now? Do you want me to fill you up again?” He whimpered, but I wasn’t sure if he was aware of what I’d said.

I’d used him thoroughly, but I still wanted more. I slid my fingers up his legs, gathering my cum. When I pushed it into his ass, he gasped and opened his eyes.

“You like that?”

“Mmm.”

“You want me to put it back inside you, to make sure you stay filled with my seed? I can push it all back in there. I want you marked as mine, covered in cum, bruises, scratches.”

“Fuck, Val. I…I didn’t mean for this to happen, for us to….”

I froze. What the fuck was he saying? I wasn’t going to let him back away now. “It doesn’t matter what you meant. I’m in charge here.”

“We made a deal, but?—”

“That’s right, we did. I get to have you in this room whenever I want. I’ll pay you for it every fucking time.”

It was unfair of me to be as angry as I was. I knew that somewhere in the rational part of my brain, but the fact that he was trying to deny how incredible this had been, that he wanted to act like this was a mistake, made me crazy. I couldn’t stand it.

I pulled up my pants, fished my wallet out of my pocket, and found the bundle of bills I’d set aside for Liam. I tossed it on top of the robe I’d put in the room for him. “Get yourself cleaned up. Then go home and rest. You’ve got a long shift tomorrow.”

I stepped out into the private corridor and slammed the door behind me. I heard his sobs as I walked down the hall, and I felt like more of a monster than I ever had when I’d killed someone.

20

LIAM

As soon as Val’s footsteps retreated down the hall, I crumbled to the floor, curled into a ball, and let my tears fall. I didn’t cry quietly and gently like I had so many nights in the shitty apartment I’d been evicted from. Sobs wracked my body. I felt like I was crying out all of my insides.

How had my life come to this? It all started with the stupid accident I survived. My parents should be the ones still here, the ones taking care of Ava. They’d do such a better job than I have.

I’d made so many terrible choices, and now here I was, faced with the clear reality that I was falling for a mobster who was just interested in my body.

Then why is he paying you so generously? And why, when he could have anyone, is he risking his father’s wrath to be with you?

I didn’t know, but I had to stop hoping he felt more. I needed to just do what I had to do. Maybe I should tell him our bargain was over. I’d earn the money back by dancing only, no matter how long that took.

Or…I could find clients outside of work.

No. The chances of winding up dead that way were huge. I’d rather Val just shoot me if I was going to die.

I pulled myself off the floor, pulled on the robe Val had left for me—why did he bother to be thoughtful if he was just going to leave me?—then picked up the money and my discarded jock strap.

I prayed the rest of the dancers had already left. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. If someone even looked at me wrong, I was sure I’d start crying again. They all knew I’d been with Val, and they hated me for it. They wouldn’t hesitate to taunt me for looking sad afterward.

You might be sad, but you were a damn good whore for him.

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