come from money. Otherwise, his family would never approve.”
“Why did you leave school?”
“I don’t have to tell you shit.” I hate this man. He’s the devil. One who came to me with a bargain that seemed so easy at first, the price small. But it grew and grew, and now he’s here, haunting me through this fantastical party that never seems to end.
“You left because you needed money.” He answers his own question as he takes a step toward me.
I back up, but it only leads me deeper under the wisteria arbor, into the fragrant dark. “Maybe I wasn’t college material.”
“You had good grades until your last semester.” He follows, each step predatory.
“How do you know that?”
“I told you, princess, I know everything there is to know about Lily Elise McDaniel.”
“Then stop asking me questions.”
“I want to hear the truth from you for once.” He moves faster now, closes the distance, and then grips my waist.
I raise a hand to his mask, but he takes my wrist and squeezes. “Don’t.”
“Afraid I’ll find out who you are and go to the cops?” I try to keep my tone even despite the heat that blazes inside me. I’m in a dark place with a predator who treats me like nothing more than a silly princess, but he hasn’t lied. Not once. I do owe him. And I knew the price before I accepted the bargain.
“What would you tell the police, princess?” He growls against my ear, then he whips me around and presses me against the wall of wisteria. “That a stranger paid your bills, set you up with a trust fund baby, and bought you expensive gifts—all at your request?” His dark laughter trickles down my spine as he yanks my dress up.
“Stop.” I try to turn.
He keeps me right where I am. “Stop? Would you like me to inform everyone that you’re here to do cleanup? I’m sure I can find a maid’s uniform if you—”
“No.” I press my cheek against the vines. “Don’t.”
“A bargain is a bargain.” With a yank, he rips my thong away, a slight burn flaring on my hips where the elastic snapped.
Then his fingers push between my legs, feeling my wet slit as I gasp.
“You might be a princess to that idiot Graves, but your cunt is a slut for me.” He circles my clit. “Soaking wet, ready for my cock.” He runs his teeth along my bare shoulder and bites as he presses two fingers inside me.
I moan and grip the wrought iron and the vines, my hips moving as he finger-fucks me. When he pulls them out and circles my clit again, I can’t catch my breath. My legs start to shake. He bites harder, holding me in place like we’re wild animals fucking under a full moon.
“I should fuck you right now, take my payment and go,” he grates against my ear. “Is that what you want?” He thrusts his hard cock against my ass.
I can’t answer. I don’t know what I want. But when he touches me like this, I know I don’t want him to stop.
“Can that little boy give you this?” He moves, then takes my hand and wrenches it behind me.
My fingers wrap around his cock, and I moan low in my throat. He’s thick, hard, and I stroke him as he keeps fingering me, then torturing me by strumming my clit.
I want his cock inside me so badly that I think I might slip and ask for it. No, I’d beg for it. It’s sick and wrong. But he continues finger-fucking me as I stroke him, wishing he was inside me—my pussy, my ass, my mouth—anything and everything.
“This is just the start of what you owe, little princess. Before I’m through, my come will be leaking out of every hole on your pretty little body.”
I shudder from fear and pleasure, horror and delight.
My body demands more, all. All of this anonymous man who took my life into his hands and twisted it for his sick fantasies. But I can’t stop the ache between my thighs, not without him. The plea is on the tip of my tongue. I’m weak, my hips moving as if I’m riding his cock. I want him. I want him so badly. My tormentor. And I owe this. It’s his to take.
With a gulp of air, I say, “Just fu—”
“Lily?” Graves’s voice cuts through my request.
The man freezes, then he bites my shoulder harder and shoves my dress back into place.
When I turn,