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“You’re a dirty whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” My voice is barely a whisper, my hand sliding down between my thighs, desperate to ease the ache.

“I want you to ride my cock,” he growls. “I want to feel you coming on me.”

Before I can respond, he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him. The booth is small, too tight to move much, but when he pushes inside me, filling me completely, none of that matters.

“Tell me more,” he grunts, his cock deep inside me, every word a command.

“They fuck me so good,” I cry out, grinding against him. “The way they thrust into me… the way they make me beg for more.”

“Is this the first time you’ve confessed since you started this job?” His teeth nip at my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Yes!” I gasp, my body tightening around him.

“I should have you confess every week,” he whispers.

“Okay, Sir,” I pant, the heat building inside me, his cock stretching me, filling me completely.

“Are you going to come for me, little sinner?” His voice is low, rough, dripping with authority.

“Yes,” I moan, my hips rocking harder, chasing the release I need.

“Come for me,” he orders, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto him, driving me harder, faster.

“Yes!” I cry out, my orgasm tearing through me, waves of pleasure crashing down.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his cock throbbing inside me as he spills into me.

I’m still riding the high, barely able to breathe as I whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“You’ve been forgiven,” he says, his lips brushing against my neck.

Chapter Four

Diana

Living a double life was exhausting. Every day felt like a race—dashing from one appointment to the next, constantly juggling, always pretending. No matter how hard I tried, I was always letting someone down, muttering apologies under my breath. And honestly? I was sick of it. Maybe that’s why work had become the only place I could breathe.

With my clients, I didn’t have to say sorry. I could just be me. And the craziest part? They loved me for it. They paid me to be nothing more—or less—than exactly who I was.

The thought should’ve felt liberating, but instead, it twisted like a knife in my gut. I hated that this was the highlight of my day.

Lying to Robert was eating me alive. He had no idea about the real me, about what I did for a living. And if he found out? He’d be disgusted, wouldn’t he? After everything I’ve sacrificed for him, all he’d see is the dirt under my nails. The stain on my soul. He’d walk away without a second glance.

“Hello? Earth to D? You in there?” Carmen’s voice sliced through my spiral of self-loathing. I blinked, snapping back to the present where Carmen was giving me that look—the one that said she was about to lose her patience.

“Yeah, I’m here,” I mumbled, but my voice sounded far off, thin.

Carmen rolled her eyes so hard I half expected them to roll out of her head. “Seriously? You’re miles away. I’m drowning in my drama here, and you’re… where? In your head again? Come on, D, this is some next-level bullshit. What am I supposed to do?”

“Wait, back up—you were talking about some game your client’s into?” I flashed her an apologetic smile, mentally kicking myself for spacing out. I mean, how bad could it be? They’re into their games. Sounds kinky, that’s all.

“Kinky?” Carmen blew out a breath, disbelief heavy in her voice. “Try a complete shitshow. Mark my words, D, that place is one step away from becoming a crime scene. Passion, insanity—you name it. And I do not want to be caught in the crossfire.”

I leaned back, giving her a hard look. “So don’t go back. Walk away. You don’t have to do anything sketchy. Ava wouldn’t push us into something dangerous.”

Her eyes flickered, torn between caution and something else. “But the cash, D, it’s too good to pass up.”

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