Page 21 of Ruined
“All of your guesses are interesting, but ludicrous. At least for me. The idea that you think I would sell drugs to teenagers is appalling. I’m sure they have their ways of getting their hands on drugs, but it’s not through me.” I shifted, and added this last part in a whisper, “And I’m a virgin.”
I downed the rest of my drink quickly, letting the liquid burn the edge of my throat. Lucas stared at me with those hard eyes. I could feel myself shrinking.
“Virgin?”
I blushed and reluctantly nodded. “It’s why I can realistically charge more than most of the other servers here.” I looked away. “Really. If you want someone who will do those things, all you have to do—”
He put up a hand to stop me. “If I was interested in that, I would be with another server. But I’m not interested.”
He may not have been interested in sex withthem, but he was certainly interested in me. His cock had hardened against me the other night. He may not have done anything about it, but the hunger was there. It was palpable.
And I couldn’t hide my own desire.
“Kneel,” he said. And without hesitation, I lowered myself to the ground on my knees. I looked up at him, linking my hands behind my back. “You even present yourself naturally.” He moved the flaps of the robe, exposing my bra and the tops of my breasts.
Was he referring to my hands? Liking them behind my back?
Why had I done that?
“Let’s discuss the terms,” he said. “I want clarification. Take off your robe.”
I swallowed a gulp, then brought the silk off of my shoulders. The material tickling my skin, combined with the look in his eyes, sent a shiver down my spine. My nipples hardened beneath the bra, stretching out. At least they were still covered.
He stepped closer. Those shoes. Polished genuine brown leather. A single strap across the front. Clicking into a silvertone buckle.
“Have you ever engaged in worship?” he asked. I shook my head. My skin flushed instantly, creeping around my neck and up to my head.
His intense eye contact made me look away. Maybe he was into me because he wanted something he couldn’t have. That was the explanation for Aldrich. Maybe Lucas was like that too. The chase.
He lowered his voice, “Kiss my shoes.”
My wet palms trembled at my thighs. He wanted me to do what? My mouth parted, staring at his plush lips.
He suddenly grabbed the back of my hair, gripping it tightly in his hands, then brought me down towards the ground. My scalp ached, my nose pressed against the leather. The new, pristine, earthy.
“Kissing my shoes isn’t against your rules,” he murmured.
No, it wasn’t. But it didn’t make the act any less embarrassing. Was it a test, to see if I would debase myself? I looked up, but his eyes were icy, that hint of green like a lighthouse beacon, urging me on. I closed my eyes and lowered myself to his shoes.
I pursed my lips. Pressed them to that smooth leather.
A fluttering ache in my chest swelled up, burrowing deep inside of me. I glanced up and saw that he was hypnotized by it. Encouraged, I bent down, both hands on the ground as I kissed his shoes again. At that, he shifted, sitting down on the couch, leaned back with both arms against the back. With his other shoe, he kicked my legs apart, so that I was spread wide as I kissed his shoes, my sex grinding into the ground.
I should have been disgusted. Disturbed that this was what he wanted. But the desperate need to please him surged inside of me. To be the woman that he wanted. This man had paid for my time, and wanted me, only me, even when the Dahlia District was full of beautiful, smart women. He wanted none of them. Just me. And he had forced me to do this.
And why wouldn’t I worship him? He was gorgeous. A mysterious billionaire. A man who knew what he wanted.
I glanced up. A satisfied look had settled on his lips. His cock was thick and hard, threatening to burst from his pants.
It was degrading, and literally dirty. But after seeing his erection, I stuck out my tongue and licked his shoe. He growled, as if a predator in heat, and I looked up lazily, letting my sex rub against the floor as I debased myself more and more. There was something about this act. Lowering myself, becoming less than his equal. Because what were we, if not representatives of two different economic and social classes? And yet that innate desire was there, pulsing between us, sucking us in. He was turned on by seeing me worship him. And that turned me on too.
He could have had anyone. But he wanted me.
