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Layingin bed with my eyes closed, although awake, I think about last night. If I didn’t already know, the soreness between my legs would tell me I’m not a virgin anymore. Sin was everything a girl could want for her first time and more. When he touches me, something happens and I feel not only safe, but special. Giggling to myself, I think of my best friend. She would call this ‘dick drunk.’ She might be right because I want to do everything we did last night all over again.

I open my eyes and glance around the room as realization dawns on me. No! I fell asleep. How could that happen? Turning over, I grab my phone from the table beside his bed and glance at the time on the clock. Eleven thirty in the morning! How could I sleep that long? It’s then that I spot a note.

Kierra,

Thank you for last night.I think it was what we both needed to get each other out of our systems.There’s water and Advil on the table if you’re sore, which you likely are.Your money is on the island in the kitchen. My driver is downstairs and has instructions to take you wherever you need to go. Take care of yourself, baby girl. That means eating and finding a more suitable place to live. You have more than enough money now.

~ Sin

Well, that answers the question of whether once would be enough for him. Even though I knew it was only for last night, I can't help but feel angry. I can’t decide if I’m more angry with him for being done so easily or myself for falling asleep. I don’t know what to do but that can’t be it. It would be helpful tohave a friend with experience in this. The fact is, I only know one person here other than Sin. And I can’t contact anyone back home. I decide to text Amira, the girl I met the night at the club, and hope she doesn’t think I’m crazy.

Me:Hi. It’s Kierra. From Den of Sin.

Amira:Hey girl. I wasn’t sure I’d hear from you.

Me:I need help and don’t know who else to turn to.

Amira:I’ll help if I can.

After explaining the situation with Sin, I wonder if I’ve lost her because it takes a while for her to text back again but finally she does.

Amira:That’s my specialty. Zade was really hesitant at first.

Me:Why was he hesitant?

Amira:(Laughing emoji) He was my step-father.

Woah. What?

Me:How did you get him to change his mind?

Amira:I kept coming all over his pillow so he’d go to sleep every night with my scent in his mind. It really pissed him off, but it worked.

Me:That won’t work for me because I’m supposed to be gone when he gets back from his meeting.

Amira:Simple solution, hun. Don’t leave. If all else fails, show up at his club. Bring out your inner brat. It’ll piss him off, he’ll punish you, of course, but then he will want to fuck you again and again.

Sitting with my phone in my hand, I try to figure out the most tempting thing for Sin, because coming on his pillow won’t really work. I assume Amira was living with her step-father and I won’t be living with Sin. I think back to last night trying to figure out what gets him off sexually. I may not be able to be a brat like she is, but I think I have the perfect idea. One that might make him equally angry and horny.

I’m not stupid. I know I shouldn’t be tempting him at all. The right thing for me is to take the money and get as far away as I can, but I want more of him. I need it. When I’m in his arms, I feel safe. It may be an illusion, but still I want more. If I don’t go out in public, what could a few more days hurt?

CHAPTER 14

SIN

Iglance at the time as Bones rattles on about all the reasons we should buy another casino. It’s one o’clock in the afternoon. That means Kierra is gone. Fucking her did not get her out of my system. If anything, it only intensified my craving for her. She’s too young. A twenty-one year old woman should not be stuck with a damn forty-year old man. I want to keep her but it’d kill me tohurt her. Seasoned submissives have been hurt by my sudden boredom and for an inexperienced woman, she’d likely take it personally. I should really stop imagining her walking around my house, naked except for my collar, because that shit is not happening.

It’s done, Sin. Move the fuck on.

“Are you listening to a goddamn word I’m saying?”

I narrow my gaze at Bones, who sits on the other side of my desk, glaring at me with annoyance. “Sorry man. Distracted. Go on.”

He sighs audibly. “As I was saying, Montgomery is in financial trouble. This would be the perfect time to make an offer on the D.H.G Casino.”

I shake my head. “Are you planning on a legitimate offer this time? Instead of a gun to the head?”

Bones chuckles lightly, “That had to happen. I wanted MonteBella and that asshole wouldn’t sell it. He needed,” he runs his hand down the scruff on his jaw, “motivation. I’m all about motivational Mondays and shit.”

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