Page 87 of Never Die for a Sinner
I smirk and shrug. “You said one million wouldn’t be enough.”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, her cheeks darkening.
“When this ends, I’ll let you go, and you’re free to move on with your life. You don’t say a word to anyone, and I’ll make it worth your while.” I force her to meet my gaze, though hers are greener than I’ve ever seen them before. Like the inside of a gemstone. Oddly enough, my chest aches. “When the time comes . . . you won’t fight me on it.”
“So basically, you can throw me to the side whenever you feel like it, and I don’t get a say in my life being completely uprooted?”
Fair point.
“You have the liberty of ending the contract whenever you see fit. Though the moment you develop feelings, the deal is off. I’ll end it immediately.”
She studies me for a moment. Probably trying to figure out what’s going through my head.
Good luck, because even I can’t figure that shit out.
“So, you wrote up a contract because you want to have sex with me without your conscience getting in the way?”
“Incorrect. I wrote up a contract because I want to fuck you withoutyourconscience getting in the way.”
“Sounds like prostitution.”
“Think of it more as friends with benefits.”
“But we aren’t friends,” she points out.
Ouch.
“Then just benefits.”
She sits forward and lets out a huff, angrily scooping ice cream into her mouth. My gaze lingers on the way her tongue slips along the spoon, and instantly, visions of her on her knees,doing nearly that exact same motion with my cock flash through my mind.
“And whoever this Mr. Black is? What do you plan to do about him?”
“He won’t come near you again.”
“Bull,” she grumbles with a roll of her eyes. I swear I’m ready to bend her over this worn leather seat if she doesn’t fucking stop licking her spoon. “A whole contract. I guess I should feel special.”
“Wrong. Nothing about our arrangement will change, other than when I want you, you’re mine. When it’s over, as I stated, you’ll be released with the severance listed at the bottom. I don’t want any feelings. No fighting. No strings. The moment you try to demand more of me than what I’m willing to offer, the deal is off, you’ll be let gowithoutyour severance package.”
She’s quiet throughout my entire speech, chewing on her lip. I hate that I can’t see what’s going through that head of hers, but I hate even more that she’s not already agreed. This fucking maddening obsession will only go away if I give it exactly what it wants and let myself get bored with it.
“Can’t accuse you of being romantic,” Ava grumbles finally, setting her spoon down.
“There is nothing romantic about what I want to do to you, baby girl.”
She chews on her lip, looking anywhere in the room but at me while I wait.
“And if I say no?”
I can tell by the look in her eyes she’s not going to. She wants this money as much as I want her to take it.
Now, if she’d get out of that pretty little head of hers.
“Then I take you home, and you can be free to do whatever it is you plan to do about your grandmother and the man following you.”
She chews on her lip, looking anywhere in the room but at me while I wait.
Then finally, she sits forward and grabs the contract.
