Page 25 of The Perfect Bargain

He holds me firmly in place, his hands gripping my wrists as he plunges deep inside of me. Each thrust sends a new wave of pleasure through my body, making me cry out and beg for more.

Time seems to disappear as I lose myself in the sensations that only he can give me. His cock feels hard and throbbing inside of me, aching to release its load.

He releases my wrists and grips my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into me. With a hoarse voice, he groans, “We didn’t grab a condom.”

But I reassure him, “It’s okay, I’m on

the pill. Just come for me.”

That’s all it takes for him to let go. With a low growl, he spills himself inside of me. The feeling of his hot seed filling me pushes me over the edge once again, sending me moaning loudly as my body trembles with pleasure.

Damian collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. At this moment, guilt should be consuming me, but all I feel is relief. He pulls me closer to his side and embraces me tightly.

We lay there for what feels like an eternity, his hand stroking my hair softly. My head rests against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. And despite everything else going on in my mind, I can’t help but notice that he smells just like my fiance.

* * *

As I quickly gather my clothes and start to dress, I feel a mix of emotions swirling in my mind. I don’t know what to say or how to feel about everything we just did. Damian is not just another client; he’s Robert’s father and my father-in-law.

“Diana,” he says sternly, reaching for my hand. “Our deal still stands, correct?”

“Deal?” I question, trying to hide the turmoil within me.

“You said you would quit,” Damian reminds me.

“Damian…I can’t just quit. How am I going to support Robert and myself? He’ll quit school if he notices we’re struggling.”

“I said I’ll take care of it,” Damian insists with determination.

“What are you going to do, make up for my lost income?” I scoff, feeling conflicted by his offer.

“You know I can,” he replies calmly.

“Why would you do that?” I ask, confusion evident in my voice.

“Because I can, and I will,” Damian answers confidently. “You have my word.”

“That’s not an answer,” I argue weakly.

“I’ll be your only client then,” he states firmly. My mouth opens and closes in disbelief, rendering me speechless.

“You know where to find me,” Damian says before kissing me again.

Despite our undeniable connection, I am still reeling from the magnitude of what just happened.

The decision was being forced upon me, leaving me with little choice but to accept. Yet, could this be such a terrible outcome? With only one client to cater to, my life would surely become less chaotic. But then again, wouldn’t it feel like I was in a relationship with Damian? The thought made me uneasy. My job had always been about anonymity and detachment, simply providing a service for a good time and good pay. But now, it seemed like boundaries would be blurred and an intimate connection forged. That goes against everything I’ve known so far.

Chapter Eighteen

Lily

Midway through my meal, James abruptly interrupted by waving for the check. I wasn’t finished yet, but his imposing presence and commanding tone left me no choice but to comply. We rushed out of the restaurant and headed towards the hotel room he had already booked. His urgent demeanor made clear what he wanted for dessert.

As soon as we reached the room, James wasted no time removing my dress and hastily pulling down his pants. The coolness of the wall pressed against my bare back as he entered me without warning, eliciting simultaneous moans of pleasure from both of us. My attempts to move my hands were futile, as they were firmly held in place by his firm grip on my hips. The overwhelming sensation of his dominant control left me unable to resist or protest, succumbing to his every desire.

His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “This feels so good,” his voice hoarse with desire. With each long, slow thrust, we slammed into the wall behind us, but the impact only added to the intensity and urgency of our movements. Feeling wanted and devoured by him this way was always a welcome sensation.

In this moment, I could forget all my worries - the expensive treatments my father needed that I could now afford, thanks to James, and most importantly, how long he would continue to want me. He had pursued me because I was a virgin, but after our frequent encounters, that was no longer true. Yet he still seemed determined to be the only man inside of me. How long would that last? It was hard to predict, especially when his powerful thrusts left little room for any other thoughts than the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

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