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“And you want me, don't you? You want to take me to your bed and do things my body has never experienced before,” she whispered, then dropped her folded arms from her chest and leaned over, giving him an undivided view down her cleavage as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked his ear.
Never in a bazillion years would she have imagined a scenario where she would have to play a very sensualfemme fatale. Mostly because she wasn’t sensual and certainly not afemme fatale.But here she was, fighting for her grandparents’ home to remain standing and fighting for her status quo of staying a virgin. It really was for the best anyway.
Okay, so it may have looked counterproductive for her to try to seduce him with the end result of keeping her virginity, but she had a foolproof plan and she was certain it was going to work.
It had to work.
She couldn’t take another day in his company without changing a bit more of herself every time.
His cologne caressed her senses, but the man could have been made of stone. Not even his breath changed one iota. Unperturbed, she continued.
She reached down and ran a fingernail over the bulge in his pants. He didn't even blink, but his cock hardened under her touch, and she, a virgin at her core, had to exert a great amount of restraint not to pull away in a bout of shyness.
She couldn't believe she was sticking to the script, even though beneath the facade she was a total wreck. Marcy would not believe she had gotten this far.
“Why play all these games? You’re certain you’re going to win. I’m certain I’m going to win. We’re basically wasting time, drawing it out over a month. How about we speed up the process a little? Yes?”
He neither agreed nor seemed interested in what she was saying.
“Like I said, I have a new proposition to make.” She raised her stiletto-clad foot and placed it on his thigh. Like a curtain parting, her dress gave way to reveal the tiny speck of fabric barely concealing her waxed pussy from his view.
And still, he refused to take his eyes off her face. What was wrong with him? Was he made of stone? Was he the Ice King? Was she not that appealing? No, she was, or else why would he have offered to buy her virginity? Right?
“I think you'll like this one better. It gives you what you want. Me. But only if you’re good enough.”
She prayed he couldn’t see how she trembled on the inside. The natural urge to close her legs and cover herself up drilled into her from all sides, but not yet, she cautioned herself.
If she got through this now, she would be home free—literally. She would be back in her little apartment, and her grandparents would get to keep theirs.
She plucked out the folded page from her belt and handed it to him. “Let’s end this Hunter.” Without leaving her gaze, he took the quartered sheet of paper and unfolded it. His beautiful eyes moved from her to the print in front of him. He skimmed it, and seconds later, he knocked her foot off his thigh and rose.
He then proceeded to lift her as if she were weightless and place her on the edge of the table. He leaned in close. His breath whispered against her neck.
“Wait—” She started, trying to get herself released from his hold, more so because he made her feel so flustered whenever he touched her. “So you’re accepting the new terms?”
“Hold still.”
“What?”
He slipped his hand into her dress, and she nearly shot off the table when he cupped her naked breast, his thumb brushing her nipple, making it instantly hard. He then pushed aside the fabric, fully exposing her.
She crumbled at the sound of his deeply-inhaled breath. He did the same to her other breast. His attention set her ablaze, scattering her thoughts and leaving her with only the sensation of his touch.
He straightened, then slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a strange thing, which, on further scrutiny, looked like a fancy cuff link if anything.
And then he bent his head.
The wet heat of his mouth enshrouded her nipple. She squirmed, shuddered, and quivered as she closed her eyes. She couldn't possibly be falling apart because of this. She forced herself to say something, but her attempts turned out to be dismal.
He sucked on her, leaving her nipple glistening from his mouth and swollen, while her legs liquefied, and she felt herself drench her little panties.
She moaned incoherently when he brought the cufflink thing to her breast.
Except they werenotcufflinks.
“What... what are you doing?” She shrieked as he inserted her nipple into the jeweled object and began to turn a tiny screw.
A screw!
