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The time limit had him swallowing, but James knew better than to complain. “A month then.”
When James Cartwright left the room, Manolito came to his feet. When he stepped into the light, his entire visage was revealed, the scarred disfigurement of his face so grotesque it had been known to have women faint.
Walking to his desk, he pulled one drawer open to take out the full-length photo of the car racer’s daughter.
MJ Cartwright.
Long hair that would be great to use to strangle her own neck. Lovely fair skin that he could use as his own easel, and his knife would be his paint brush. She had everything he wanted in a woman, and what made her perfect was the fact that her only living relative was willing to sell her off.
Where was she now?he mused. Was she still a virgin? If she was, he just might give her father a bonus. If she wasn’t, it didn’t matter. He knew of a good doctor who could reconstruct her hymen. One quick surgery, and he would be able to give MJ an unforgettable first time.
No one deflowered like Manolito Chavez did.
Just thinking about MJ Cartwright had him hard. Oh, how she would fight him. She would not be like those women he had been gifted with of late. All of them had been so easily broken that they left him cold and bored. But MJ? According to his research, she had survived countless injuries and was even smart enough to get paid for it.
Oh, yeeeeeees.
Manolito’s breath caught as he started rubbing his dick.
She would be very, very strong. She would surely last him for weeks. Maybe if he was lucky, if he managed not to lose his temper or lose himself in lust and break her neck while he had his orgasm, maybe...she would even last for more than a year.
One could always hope—
His hand moved faster, and then his body stiffened as his seed burst out of his dick. His eyes closed, his mind fantasizing about having his hands wrapped around MJ’s neck and preventing her from breathing. She would not breathe until he did not finish coming.
Chapter One
Deeeeeeym,MJ Cartwright thought as she huffed and puffed her way to her morning class, ponytail bouncing with each step. Why did she always end up living in far flung places? First, there was the club. Then now, the dorm. Maybe the head of Christopoulos University secretly held a grudge against her?
“Wait up,” a familiar voice called out to her from behind.
She stopped walking, not even needing to look around to know it was Yuri Athanas. A tall, dark-haired Greek hunk with startlingly blue eyes, he was the most quiet among the officers of the Afxisi, the university’s bike racing club. He had become her closest friend and recently, he had also become her unofficial babysitter for some reason, with Yuri taking the time to walk her to her classes every morning.
“Good morning, MJ.” A small yawn escaped Yuri after the words.
MJ shook her head in exasperation. “Yuri, go back to bed.”
