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“Yes, I agree to your terms. If this gains me my independence, then I’ll happily do it.” For a second, I glance over his shoulder into the darkness outside and wonder what I’m getting myself into.
I’ve completely lost my mind, I’m sure of it.
But what other options do I have?
Run away?
They’d find me in a hot minute.
“Okay, then you’ll move in immediately,” Connor says as I nod. “You will wear my ring, and we’ll announce the engagement early this week,” he adds. “Then you’ll introduce me to your father, and we’ll tell him we plan to marry in six months.”
Holy shit.
I can’t believe he’s agreed to this.
He leans an elbow on the bench. “Youwillmarry me, pay me the money, then we can divorce whenever you are ready.”
“And we sleep together,” I say, but he knows it’s a question and that I’m looking for clarity.
“You will live here as my fiancé, and you will fuck me. When and where I want.” Connor moves his hand from my hip to the space between my thighs, inching them apart. “I will be reasonable in my demands, but expect it to be frequent.”
My breathing falters. “You can’t be serious. I have rights. You can’t just demand sex from me.”
Can he?
If I’ve agreed to it, then of course he can. The question is, will I agree to this or walk away?
“On the contrary.” Connor presses his thumb against the denim covering my clit. “You want something from me? I want something in return.”
I hate how quickly he can affect my body. I’m wet and aroused. My sharp nipples are visible through my top.
“That’s...I’m not a whore.” I try to back off the stool, but his hand holds me firm. I need space.
This man is intoxicating and dangerous, and he wants me to be his sex slave.
“Is it prostitution, though, whenyou’repaying me?” Connor smiles darkly, and it sends a shiver through me.
I’m trying to think, while my body is craving his touch, his cock, and the release I know he can give me.
These are his terms. I either agree or walk away.
I’m not a whore, but that’s not what this is. I’m attracted to Connor, more than any other man I’ve met. I could think of this as a short-term relationship I know isn’t going to lead to anything permanent.
I won’t expect him to love me, and I’ll ensure I keep up a strong boundary so I don’t get attached to him.
He’s simply a means to an end while I create a new life for myself, independent of my family.
“No more than five times a week,” I negotiate.
Dark eyes graze my face for a long moment, then he nods. “Agreed.”
“What else?”
“No one can know about this. The risk is too great for my organizational reputation. I expect complete secrecy,” he adds, then his eyes meet mine. “And for your safety.”
My lips press into a smile. I like that he seems to care, or at least consider me. It’s nice.
“After we marry, you have thirty days to deposit the money into my account,” Connor says.
