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Marco fucking Benedetti. He’d always been such a little shit, hiding behind his father’s money and connections like a coward.

I hated him, but power respected power.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper now. “And now the electricity’s gone out in the apartment and I don’t know what to do. I can’t afford to stay without that scholarship, Ronan. If I lose it, I lose everything.”

Kiera was proud—too proud, usually—but there was no pride in her voice now. Just desperation.

Desperation I was going tothoroughlyenjoy.

“Are you finished?” I asked finally, keeping my tone calm.

Her breath hitched. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, is there anything else I need to know? Or is that the whole story?”

“That’s it,” she said quickly, then added, “I swear.”

I nodded, more to myself than to her. “Good. Now listen carefully,little girl, because I’m only going to say this once.”

I heard her inhale quickly on the other end of the line.

“You want my help? Fine. But you don’t get to tell me no. Not for this. Not for anything. Notever.”

There was a pause, the kind of charged silence that made most people squirm. I waited, letting her sit with my words, letting the meaning of them truly settle in.

When she finally spoke, her voice was tight. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” I said, my tone razor sharp, “that you don’t get to pick and choose, love. If I’m going to clean up your mess, you don’t argue. You don’t negotiate. You’ll owe me.”

Her breath caught, and for a moment, I thought she might hang up. But she didn’t.

“Are we clear?” I asked, my voice soft, but unrelenting.

“I…” She hesitated, and I could practically hear her pride warring with her desperation. Finally, she exhaled shakily. “Yes. We’re clear.”

“Good girl. Now I’m coming to get you. You’ll be ready and waiting for me when I get there,” I said, my lips curving into a faint smile.

And then, before she could say anything else, I hung up.

I stared at the phone for a moment, her voice still lingering in my mind, before sliding it back into my pocket.

My palm twitched.

Kiera didn’t know it yet, but there was going to be a very steep price for my help, and I intended to cash in every single moment.

Over my knee with a bright red ass.

And on her back with her legs spread and my cum leaking from her well-used little pussy.

On her stomach with her asshole pink and sore from a rough fucking with my cock.

And that would only be the beginning.

I smiled.

I couldn’t wait.

CHAPTER 5

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