Page 40 of The Perfect Bargain

My heart sank. James. The man who had become so obsessed with me, the man who wouldn’t let go. “Ava, I can’t. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Lily, are you sure?” Ava asked gently. “He’s been persistent, and you know how he is.”

“I know,” I replied, my voice firm. “But I have to do this for myself.”

For the rest of the night, I tried to relax, but my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I wasn’t sure how James would react to the news, clearly he wasn’t well. He couldn’t be after not understanding that I wanted to be left alone. I don’t know why I couldn’t resist him whenever he was around, its like he steals all the oxygen in the room and I can’t think and end up giving in.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that James wouldn’t take my decision lightly. And I was right.

The sound of a knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. My heart raced as I opened it, revealing James standing there, his eyes filled with anger and desperation.

“Lily,” he said, stepping inside before I could react. “We need to talk.”

“James, you can’t keep doing this,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You need to leave.”

“I can’t,” he said, his voice raw. “I love you, Lily. I can’t lose you. Marry me.”

“No, James,” I said, shaking my head. “You need to go.”

He moved closer, his eyes pleading. “Please, Lily. Give me a chance. I’ll be the husband you want and need. I’ll make you happy.”

“James, this isn’t right,” I whispered, my resolve weakening under his intense gaze. “You can’t just force me into this.”

“Please,” he begged, his hands reaching out to grip my shoulders. “Let me prove it to you.”

I felt myself crumbling, my body betraying me. Despite everything, I wanted him. My mind was a mess, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. “You’re messing with my head,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He pulled me into a searing kiss, his hands roaming over my body, igniting a fire inside me. “Let me show you how good I can be for you,” he murmured against my lips.

I couldn’t resist. I kissed him back, my hands fisting in his hair as he pushed me towards the couch, slaming the door closed behind him. His touch was urgent, desperate, and I found myself responding to him with equal need.

James pulled my shirt over my head, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in my bare skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hands moving to unbutton my jeans. He pushed me onto the couch, his mouth trailing hot kisses down my neck, to my breasts, and further down. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my clit, his fingers sliding inside me, finding that perfect rhythm that drove me wild. I moaned, unable to resist as his fingers slid in and out of me.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with a dark hunger. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lily. You’re mine.” He stripped off his clothes, his erection hard and ready. He climbed over me, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss as he thrust into me, filling me completely.

“Fuck, Lily,” he groaned, his thrusts hard and deep. “You feel so fucking good.”

“James,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. I bit down on my lip, wanting him to fill me, to fuck me and never stop. He didn’t. His rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his hand moving to grip my hair, pulling my head back. “Say it.”

I stayed quiet, biting down on my lip harder. I was already giving him my body I wasn’t sure my heart and mind were as ready for him yet.

“Say it, Lily,” he commanded, grinding harder into me.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need, finally giving in. That’s how it always was with James, I couldn’t help but give into him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his thrusts growing even harder. “I’m going to fuck your ass tonight, Lily. You belong to me.”

I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me. He had taken my virginity when I started this job, and now he wanted to claim another part of me. I didn’t respond, because I knew if that’s what he wanted that’s exactly what he was going to get. And maybe I wanted it too.

He pulled out of me, his eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself behind me. “On your knees,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation. He spread my cheeks, his fingers teasing my entrance. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Relax for me, baby.”

I took a deep breath, trying to relax as he pushed a finger inside me, stretching me. The sensation was intense, but I wanted it. I wanted him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, adding another finger, preparing me. “You’re doing so well.”

I moaned, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving me wild. “James, please.”

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