Take Me A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance - Faith Summers Page 0,10

grand to spend the night with me and here we are talking about the job.

I don’t know what I’d do if he fired me. I was paid for the rehearsals and the training for the last few weeks. I got four thousand dollars for that and I gave two of it to Lev, taking my debt down to ten grand. Ten grand I shouldn’t even owe but I do because of his stupid interest, and terms and conditions for late payments.

“I want you to do the job, I’m just trying you out for size,” he taunts.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I want to be sure I don’t get hit with a harassment suit because you misunderstood the term anything,” he declares.

When a wild flame of desire lights up his eyes, wetness gathers in my core. His gaze drops to my breasts and he openly stares. I don’t have to ask what he’s thinking, or what he’ll want to do next.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.

“Strip. Take it all off, I want the first taste.”

My breath stills and I try to calm my heart again so it doesn’t leap right out of my chest.

This is it.

This is it now. I’m going to have to do whatever he wants me to.

Swallowing hard I think of why I’m doing this.

I’m almost where I need to be. This is just for three months of my life and tonight is one night down.

I slip off the first strap of the negligee and the other. It doesn’t take much for it to float down my legs. It’s flimsy and designed for exactly this. My breasts bobble when I step out of the negligee and lean further down to slip off my panties.

His eyes never leave me. I’m under his watchful stare the whole time. I slip off my little ballerina pumps and lift my gaze gingerly to meet his as his eyes drink me in.

It’s been awhile since I stood naked in front of a man, and the last time was terrible. The man I called my husband was so awful to me that now he exists in the darkest parts of my nightmares.

Those four years of nothingness on my resume speak of four lifetimes. Marriage, abuse, having a child I now have to look after on my own after the death of my husband Miguel Diaz, the Columbian Cartel king.

He saw me as a thing. Looked at me as such too. I look at this man though and I’m surprised, stunned even by the glimmer in his eyes as he stares back at me. It doesn’t match the hardness in his personality.

There’s something about the way he looks at me that almost has me at ease, which is crazy.

Almost though. That hardness comes back to his eyes and the devil with it.

I’m almost scared to swallow and I pray that unlike Miguel, he’ll be gentler with me.

Christian walks closer and runs a finger over my stomach and up to stroke over my left nipple. Arousal grips me when he circles around the hard peak and I slow my breathing when he lowers and takes the nipple into his mouth.

I bite down on my bottom lip trying my hardest not to be turned on, but I am. He sucks hard then pushes me against the wall so he can suckle on my right breast.

“You know I’d believe you weren’t enjoying it more if you tried to scowl.” He laughs.

I want to tell him something, anything, but whatever words I was going to say are stolen from my mouth when he slides his fingers right into my pussy and starts pumping in and out.

I gasp and press my hands into the wall, trying to grasp on to something, anything.

Against the smooth wallpaper my hands come away with nothing. Instinct makes me grab on to his shirt and that makes him smile.

That smile widens when he crouches down, grabs my leg, and buries his face between my thighs. I’m shocked that I can do this with a man I just met. We never even spoke for five minutes when I ran my car into the back of his.

I try to hold back a desperate moan and fail miserably. The man knows exactly what to do with his tongue in my pussy and his hands pressed against my ass to position me in a way that I can feel pleasure in undiluted waves.

I don’t try to fight anymore or hide that I’m feeling all that he’s