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“You don’t have to worry about payment,” Mort assured her when she voiced her concerns. Well, if he was willing to pay extra, she’d tolerate his quirks.

Daisy May flinched when classical music blasted through speakers close to her head. Then Mort climbed on top of her. When he grabbed her thighs in a painful grip that would leave bruises, she bit her tongue and gritted out, “I insist on a condom.”

Though she was on birth control prescribed by a doctor at a free clinic, she didn’t want to take chances with a venereal disease. Her health was of the utmost importance so that she could care for J.J.

“I do too, you filthy bitch.”

Well, that wasn’t very nice. Maybe being a prostitute wasn’t as prestigious or respectable as being a teacher or an accountant, but it paid her bills, and she’d always kept herself clean. Hygiene was essential to Daisy May. She didn’t do drugs of any kind, including alcohol, unless the john insisted she have a drink with him.

Chalking Mort up to being a disgusting, sexist pig—she’d serviced plenty of those in her career—she slipped into her persona and purred, “Give it to me, baby.”

“Shut up!”

Mort reared up and backhanded her across the face. Daisy May’s head slammed to the side, and she cried out in pain. Tears flooded her eyes, and blood rushed to her cheek. She wanted to put a hand against it, but he’d bolted her wrists securely to the table. She could feel her heartbeat pounding, and fear threatened to engulf her. “W-why did you do that, s-sugar?”

“I said shut up, Liliana.”

“My name’s not Lil—”

Strong hands wrapped around her neck, and she gasped as he applied pressure. She’d had a couple of johns who got their rocks off on strangulation sex. They’d called it erotic asphyxiation, or something like that. She’d never particularly enjoyed it, but she indulged their fantasies . . . again for an additional fee. This time, however, she didn’t want to play along.

“Mort, I don’t want to…ugh!”

He squeezed her neck as he thrust into her. Daisy May tried to relax, but her vision blurred, and she couldn’t breathe. He was brutally pounding into her, hurting her. It was possible he was dislocating her pelvis or breaking the bones completely, but all she could focus on was the need to inhale. With her bound wrists, she couldn’t pry at the hands crushing her windpipe. She could feel life draining from her as he grunted out his climax.

Daisy May’s last thought on earth was of her precious son, J.J. She prayed he was taken care of and led a long, happy life. Hopefully, he would know his mother had loved him above all else and would’ve done anything for him. He was her pride and joy.

Chapter Fourteen

Liliana woke up more refreshed than she’d ever felt in her life. She ached in the most delicious places. Wow! Sex with Luca was nothing like what she’d dreamed possible. It was a million times better. She had no idea it could be like that and didn’t want to think of how many women he’d been with to become such a skilled expert. She wasn’t sure she’d survive the encounter. Luca was a big man all over. The sensations had been so exquisite she thought it must’ve been a dream.

She was suddenly very aware that he was awake. It was hard to miss, actually. She reached for him, but before she could grab her prize, he rolled her over and settled himself on top.

“Good morning,” he rumbled.

She cupped his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath her hand. “Glorious morning,” she corrected.

He leaned down and kissed her and she lost herself in him again. It was impossible to think of anything else but the feel of him, the taste of him. But she wanted to be in charge this time. Using the element of surprise, she flipped him over, loving the startled look on his face that morphed into naked desire when she straddled him.

“Much better,” he murmured as he grasped her breasts. She didn’t have a lot on top, but that didn’t seem to matter to Luca. She felt beautiful. Empowered. When his hands moved to her hips and lifted her up, she grasped him to hold him in place as she sank down. They both groaned. How could she be sore, but feel so incredible?

She rose slowly and sank back down. If she died right now, she’d go out with happiness in her heart. Luca set a fast pace, and soon she rode him like a champion bull rider. She tried to mute her reaction, but it was impossible. He reared up and fastened his mouth to hers as she screamed her release. Oh, so good. So damn good. He didn’t stop, rolling them both until she was on the bottom, and kept going. Another release slammed into her, catching her off guard. Good Lord, how was she supposed to keep up with him? The third one was a slow build-up that robbed her of speech. The fourth one had her entire body shattering into tiny shards of immense pleasure. Thankfully, Luca joined her, and she was able to regain a portion of her sanity.

“Was that four?”

Liliana was having trouble managing basic thought processes. “Uh, what?”

He lifted his head, a cocky smile on his lips. “I counted four.”

He was keeping track of her climaxes. Should she be offended? She wasn’t sure. “Why does it matter?”

He kissed her, and she melted against him. The peel of a cell phone shattered the buzz of happiness.

“That’s mine.” Luca picked it up and spoke in low tones.

Liliana used the distraction to get out of bed and head to the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder to see Luca’s gaze zeroed in on her naked body. She gave an extra wiggle and finger wave before closing the door and falling against it.

What was she doing? This was Luca, not some random hookup. He was the man she’d judged all other men by, and the one she’d placed on a pedestal. She now knew it wasn’t high enough. He was so much more than she imagined.

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