Page 116 of Destroying Everleigh

“No?” He cocked his head to the side and took a step forward, invading my personal space. His spicy cologne filled the air around him, adding to the rich boy persona he had going on. I shook my head. “I work a lot. There’s not much time for me to build and form relationships. Our agreement is simple. I owe you nothing aside from what I promised, and you just owe me your body.”

I suppose that made sense, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I jerked my head in a nod of understanding and turned on my heels, knowing he wasn’t going to let me stall for much longer.

The hallway was dark and narrow with a few doors littering either side. My hands felt clammy with sweat as my nerves got the better of me. I pushed through the door he’d insisted on, and stumbled into the darkness. I reached out, feeling along the wall until I managed to find the light switch and flicked it on.

A large bed was positioned near the center of the room—a bed that didn’t look like it had been slept in. Everything was clean and well put together, not a piece of dust. As far as bedrooms went, this one was pretty standard. There was a closet with two doors near the end of the room, and nothing else.

I sucked in a deep breath and pulled the door shut behind me. It only took a few long strides for me to reach the bed. I untied my robe and draped it over the foot board before crawling onto the mattress. It was softer than expected, making my exhaustion that much more potent. I rolled onto my back, directing my gaze to the ceiling. The lighting was bright, causing me to wince, so I opted to close my eyes instead. Sleep was already on the verge of pulling me under, but this was a foreign place with a foreign man. That thought ensured I stayed awake.

It didn’t take too long for Dallas to emerge. I was kind of enjoying the silence without his company. He closed the door shut behind him and held a glass of what appeared to be wine in either hand. His gaze raked over my body in a slow, deliberate manner. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this exposed. I’d always known he was an asshole, but I didn’t take him for a creep, too.

“Drink this.” He offered me a glass.

I shoved myself into a sitting position, crossing my legs before me and accepted the drink. I peered down at the whitecontents with uncertainty. “How do I know you didn’t put something in this?” I challenged.

He scoffed, like my question was absurd. “I assure you, if I had any intention of drugging you, you’d do it of your own accord with a smile on your face.”

Delusional motherfucker. I didn’t trust him one bit, but if he had any intention of drugging me, I doubt he would have gone through all this work. I brought the drink to my lips, letting the cold, sweet substance travel down my throat. It tasted much better than expected, so I took a larger drink next.

Silence wrapped around us like a comfortable blanket while we finished off our drinks, the alcohol already helping to calm my nerves. Warmth spread through my body from the aftereffects, and I leaned forward to place the empty glass on the side table.

Dallas placed his empty glass down on the dresser, and walked over to his closet, pulling the doors open while he rummaged inside. After a few moments, he returned with a large black box clutched between his hands. It looked similar to the one he had sent me at school, but this one was bigger and didn’t have a bow on top. He closed the doors and headed toward the bed again.

“What’s that?” I asked skeptically.

He ignored me like usual and placed the box on the foot of the mattress before removing the lid. Reaching inside, he pulled out something that looked a lot like rope.

My heart jumped into my throat. “Dallas…what are you planning on doing with that?” So much for vanilla sex. Nervous energy prickled along my skin, sending my mind on high alert despite my previous exhaustion.

He rounded the bedside with the rope in hand and placed it next to me before reaching to tug off my shoes. He dropped them to the floor and started undoing his dress-pants. He was still inthe suit he always wore, and I almost laughed at the fact that he couldn’t seem to go anywhere without it.

I wish he’d talk to me orsomething. Anything to calm my nerves. But no. He was just as much an asshole about this than anything else.

He pushed his pants down his legs after removing his shoes, revealing a pair of navy-blue boxers. He wasn’t hard, yet. But that wasn’t surprising. Next, he worked on unbuttoning his blazer and stripping out of the white shirt beneath. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at his mostly naked form. He was lean and toned with lightly baked skin and the ripples in his abs had my body doing things I didn’t even want to admit. He was absolutely stunning. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxers, I watched in anticipation as he shoved those down, too and stepped out of them.

His dick was long with a decent amount of girth, even soft. I just hoped that for my sake, he wasn’t a grower.

“Come here, Everleigh.” He motioned to the edge of the bed, and I reluctantly obeyed, positioning myself on the side of the mattress. The bed was low enough that it left me at eye-level with his cock. My heart was thudding rapidly in my chest, unease coiling within my stomach at the knowledge that there was no way out of this. “Make me hard.”

With a shaky hand, I gripped the base of him and lowered my lips to the head. My tongue slipped free, grazing over his crown. He was soft and warm between my fingers, and I slowly started pumping him up and down before wrapping my lips around him. He shuddered instantly, and it was easy to guess that he liked what I was doing. My cheeks hollowed out and I sucked more of him in, taking him all the way, which wasn’t that easy considering he wasn’t small. Dallas reached forward, winding his hands through my hair, and urging me to start moving. My tongue licked the underside of his throbbing cock, making ittwitch within my mouth. It didn’t take much for him to harden, and when he did, he tightened his grip in my hair and jerked my head backwards, causing me to release him with a pop.

“I have rules,” he said suddenly, seeming a little more out of sorts than usual. Maybe he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed moments before.

“Rules?” I repeated.

I didn’t know why that surprised me. He was a businessman, and apparently sex wasn’t an exception.

He jerked his head in a nod. “No kissing on the mouth. It’s too intimate for me, and this is nothing but a transaction. We won’t have sex without a condom, you do everything I say, when I say it, and this stays between us.”

I balked at him, trying to process everything he just said. The condom rule was the only one I really agreed to. Same for the kissing one. I didn’t want his mouth on mine regardless of how hot he was. But the one about doing everything he said was a bit extreme in my opinion. Maybe I just didn’t like how casual he was making this sound—like I was a common whore, and he held the cards, something he wanted to make sure I remembered.

“Got it,” I bit out.

A small smile touched his lips. “Good. Now lay back on the bed.”

I fought the urge to flip him off and repositioned myself on the mattress so that I was in the center of the bed. My head hit the pillow, and I glanced up at the ceiling, hoping that this would be done and over with relatively fast.

Dallas grabbed the rope and crawled onto the bed alongside me. “Roll on your side with your back facing me,” he instructed.

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