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“You know what to do then,” he grits out, his eyes darting to the money.
One slight touch of his finger can ruin my life, yet…
I almost want him to. I almost want him to just send it to Isaac, to the town, to let the world know that Evelyn Meyer is a whore. That I spread my legs for strangers online and I make a shit-ton of money doing it, too.
I almost want him to take the choice from me. To take the secret and hold it for me. Keep it. Do with it what he wants so I don’t have to hide anymore.
I shouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed. I should feel empowered. I should feel proud of myself. I’ve created a business, a name for myself, outside of Isaac. Outside of Divinity.
I’m more than this. More than this box I’ve been forced to fit inside.
So, instead of giving Roman the satisfaction of thinking I’m doing this to save myself, my reputation, I drop to my knees, a sultry smile curving my lips.
If he wants me to crawl, I’ll fucking crawl.
Sin with me.
His brow lifts as he watches me lower my hands to the ground. Slowly, so slowly, I drop all the way down, my mouth opening to grab the bill between my teeth. His breath hitches, his eyes widening. It’s the only sign of his cool exterior breaking and it only lasts a second.
Then his cockiness is back, and he reclines further on the stage, getting comfy to watch the show I’m putting on.
His gaze burns as he watches me slowly crawl toward him, the bill trapped between my teeth. My breasts sway with each movement, drawing his attention, and it gives me enough power to not lose my resolve, to keep going.
Stopping at the base of the stairs, I peer up at him from under my lashes and drop the money from my mouth, back to the floor. His throat bobs as he swallows, his gaze so intense, I can barely breathe.
“You missed one,” he rasps, letting another bill fall from his fingertips to his lap, right over the growing bulge under his jeans. I hesitate, still looking at him, gauging his seriousness.
He lifts his hips, readjusting his position, taunting me with the flash of green. “Take it.” His voice is guttural, a low rasp, and it sends searing pleasure shooting down my spine.
Cautiously, I lean forward, letting the bite from the wood floor digging into my knees ground me as I brush my lips over his hard cock, the rough fabric of his jeans the only thing separating us.
My teeth clamp onto the money and I linger for a moment, hovering above the hard length that I desperately want. He was right—he knows he was. But I force myself to pull away. The money falls from my lips and joins the growing pile under my knees, creating a throne fit for a powerful whore like me.
Because as I watch Roman, the asshole from my nightmares, the dark prince from my dreams, fall apart underneath me, I realize just how powerful I truly am.
His chest heaves with each breath, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. A vein in his neck throbs wildly, in time with his heart, and a sick amount of satisfaction fills me at the sight.
“Is that all you had, big brother?” I whisper, batting my lashes. His tongue snakes along his lower lip before he reaches back into his wallet, pulling out more money.
A single hundred dollar bill.
He slides it under the waistband of his jeans, a clear taunt, before reclining again, both elbows braced on the stage. The money bends as he shifts his hips, giving the silent order to take it.
Resting my hands on his thighs, I lift myself to my knees, moving further between his legs. Roughly, he clears his throat, his eyes boring into mine as I lower my mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes. I smile as I slide the money from his waistband, holding it between my teeth like a trophy. Pride shoots through me at the hungry look on his face.
Suddenly, his hands are on me, gripping my waist and yanking me up, forcing my body to glide against his. The money falls from my lips.
“Roman,” I gasp, clutching his shoulders tightly. He ignores me, dragging me up, up, up, until I have no choice but to straddle him.
“On my face, Goldie,” he rasps. “I need to taste you.”
My mouth opens and closes as the room spins around me. This took a turn I wasn’t expecting, and now I don’t know what to do. Do I leave the money and run? Pretend like this never happened? Or do I stay?
Do I sin with him?
I move my hands to his chest and gently shove him back. He falls to the stage, staring up at me with fiery eyes. “I’ve never done this before,” I admit, and his hands drop to my waist.
