Page 23 of The Wallflower

He steps closer until his heat wafts toward me, causing me to lean in, even against my own will. The smell of peppermint and teakwood fills my nostrils, and I hate that I think he smells good on top of all of this. Especially with what he plans to put me through…

With a look that chills me to the bone, his sultry eyes scan me, from the bruised knees to my messy hair. “Convince me, little wallflower. Is that cunt worth twenty-five K? Show me, and maybe I’ll agree to your deal. But right now, as we stand, I have no proof that you’re worth it.”

Fuckinghell, of course he has to be crude too. At this point, the only thing I have left to lose is my dignity, but soon enough, he’ll have that too. I might as well shred the remaining pieces of it myself… At least then, I know he didn’t take that from me, either.

I reach around and pull my dress up and over my head, then toss it down. Anger and pain rip through me. I want to hurt him, to make him feel what I’m feeling right now.

Cold air wafts across my skin, and he stares down pointedly at my bra and panties. “Keep going,” he whispers huskily.

With shaking fingers, I unsnap my bra and let it fall on top of my dress on the forest floor.

His eyes scan my breasts, and I reach to cover them almost instinctively. It takes less than a second for his hands to snatch mine down so he can stare.

I don’t have big boobs, but big enough to need a bra. His eyes devour them, and he licks his lips again before releasing my wrists. I stay still as he slides his fingers around my waist and pulls my body flush against his.

The denim of his jeans is rough around my legs. I try not to enjoy the warmth of his hips and stomach against me. “Getting warmer, little flower. I want to see it all.”

I beg him with my eyes because the words are lodged in my throat.Please. Don’t make me do this.He levels me with the same blank, heated stare. He doesn’t care, and he’s not going to cut me any slack.

If I want that twenty-five thousand, he’s going to make me earn every single penny.

My hands shake as I grab the edge of my panties. Every muscle in my body freezes. I can’t do it.Fuck, I thought I could, but I can’t.

“Need some help?” he asks. His voice is deep, dark, and I know he’s more affected than he’s letting on.

I remain quiet, and that must be all the answer he needs as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pocket knife.

Instantly, I stumble back, watching cautiously as he flicks it open. “Easy, wallflower.”

He slides the cold blade under the edge of my panties and gives a sharp jerk. They slip free down my legs, and I kick them off over my shoes.

“That’s more like it.” He leans back enough so he can look down at my body. “Oh, little flower, you arefarmore delicious than your wardrobe suggests.”

I wince. “Don’t spare my feelings. Please. You might not realize it, but I don’t dress myself for anyone.”

“Hmm...we’ll see about that.” He releases me and steps back. “Well, get on with it.”

I lift my chin and watch his face carefully. “Get on with what?”

“You want that money, you’ll have to fucking earn it.” He presses one heavy hand onto my shoulder and pushes me down slowly to my knees. I stumble and fall onto my small pile of clothes.

“I...what do you want me to do?”

He cocks his head and crouches down in front of me. “Was it not obvious?”

I’m not about to elaborate on my lack of sexual experience. I can assume what he wants, but I’m not entirely sure. I can’t let him know that.

“Tell me, please…” I hate how small and shaky my voice sounds.

He stands again and stares down at me, his gaze flat and cold. “Unzip my pants. Pull out my cock and wrap that sassy little mouth around it. It’s as easy as that.”

“Is that all you want?” I mock him.

He gives me a cold, cruel smile. “It’s thefirstthing I want.”

With shaking fingers, I open the button on his jeans and slide down his zipper. He’s been hard since the first time he caught me. My hand brushes the length of him behind the fabric. He feels huge, impossibly large. I’ve never given a blow job in my life, and now he expects me to do it on my knees, here, now, in the middle of the woods? Talk about a first-time experience…

“Suck it,” he orders. There’s a hard edge to his voice. “Now. Show me how much you want it.”

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