Page 14 of Dirty Deal

Because I’ve treated this woman like dirt. Made her polish shoes all night until her hands were stained; made her clean my apartment while I spectate and sling bored insults. I’ve blamed and berated and bullied her. There’s no way Lena Merritt truly wants this.

And yet she gazes up at me with wide eyes and wets her lips. A faint flush dusts her cheeks, and Lena squirms slightly against her heels as she runs her finger along the inside of my belt to the buckle. I’m frozen in place—a horny, angry statue.

I do not understand.

“Why not?” Lena says. She taps the buckle with one stained fingernail and grins up at me. “Maybe I’m bored of dusting your bedroom. Maybe this is some cunning mind game. Or maybe I really, really want to suck your cock, and this could be my last chance.”

Her smile wobbles at that last confession, and fuck. This is happening. She really does want this. My hands reach out, one to cup the side of Lena’s jaw, the other to wind her dark ponytail around my fist.

Lena’s breath catches, and her eyes spark up at me.

“Undo my belt,” I grate out.

She scrabbles to obey, her fingers clumsy as they work my belt loose. The only sound in the room is our heavy breaths and the creak of leather.

“Now the zipper.”

Lena tugs the zipper down, and pops the top button of my pants undone for good measure. She sits back on her heels and stares up at me, waiting for the order to continue.

The bedroom is warm and quiet and calm. Down beneath us, the casino is a hive of activity as the city’s elites goad each other on to bet higher and higher sums. Can they sense the earth shifting beneath them? Can they sense the static crackling in the air up here, like a storm brewing above their heads?

Does anyone sense that I’m losing my damn mind?

I draw in a deep, shaky breath before gently steering Lena’s face toward my bulge. Her cheek is warm satin against my palm. “You know what to do.”

Lena chokes out a laugh, but reaches inside my underwear and draws out the stiff length of my cock. Only once her fingers are wrapped around the base and her warm breaths tickle the head does she glance up at me and say, “I don’t, actually. You’ll have to tell me if I go wrong.”

My pulse thuds in my ears. My thoughts are sluggish, too muddled by her hand on me, but eventually her meaning drifts through my overwrought brain.

“Wait. You’ve never—?”

“Nope. You’re the first.”

Holy shit.

A good man would let her go. He’d help Lena to her feet, fetch her coat from the hook, and walk her back down to the sidewalk below, before calling a car to get her safely home. Then he’d call off this whole bargain once and for all, and stay far, far away from that virgin mouth.

But I am not a good man. Not for the Merritt princess, anyway. And when she admits that she’s never dropped to her knees for a man before, a fierce wave of triumph and possessiveness crashes through my chest.

Yes.My grip tightens on Lena’s hair, drawing a breathy whimper from her lips.

She’smine.

It’s too late to save my soul. Too late to change the path we’re on.

“Open up, princess.”

Seven

Lena

Blowjobs are so funny. Everyone acts like it’s degrading, like the person on their knees is the one who’s vulnerable, but hey—Weston James’s cock is dangerously near my teeth right now, and every time he calls meprincess, I think about chomping down. Who’s really vulnerable here?

There’s trust in this act.

There’s power in being the one on my knees.

And I’m gonna savor every delicious second of it.

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