someone with enough money so I could pay to save my mom.” Her voice cracks on the last word. “I’m so stupid. So stupid.” A wail rips from her lungs.
I slide off her and pull her into my arms. This is what I needed from her. The truth. Unvarnished. I already knew about her mother, but what I didn’t know was whether Lily was on the take from someone else. Was she being paid to get close to me? It sounds paranoid, but I can’t be too careful. I’ve made so many enemies over the years that nothing surprises me anymore. Planting an innocent beauty in my path and using her to worm her way into my heart is exactly the sort of game vicious men like me play. But that’s not what Lily is. She’s not calculating; she’s desperate. I’ve been looking for puppet strings where there are none.
She cries for long minutes. I hold her, stroking her back slowly as she lets it all out. There’s nothing I can say. Not about her mother or about last night. We all have our demons, our memories that will never stop haunting us. I hope she can let hers go. I can’t. Not until I hunt those men down and tear them apart.
“Why are you being so nice?” She sniffles.
“I’m not.” I keep stroking her back.
“You are,” she protests.
I take her hand and guide it down, then wrap it around my hard cock. “Do nice men stay hard when innocent girls are crying?”
To my surprise, her grip tightens, and she strokes me once in a smooth motion.
“Innocent? Did you hear the part about me trying to be an escort?”
“I heard all of it, and I knew you’d dabbled in sex work. That doesn’t mean you aren’t innocent, princess.” I tilt her chin up and meet her eyes again. “You’re purer than you know.”
“Who are you?” She moves closer, her lips tantalizingly close. “Tell me.”
“No.” I claim her mouth in a kiss, then roll on top of her.
She twines her arms around my neck as I kiss down her throat, tasting her everywhere as I move lower. When I claim one hard nipple in my mouth, she moans.
“Who are you?” she breathes.
I answer by biting her nipple, then moving to the other one. Her fingernails rake along my scalp as I bite her breast and leave a mark. She cries out, her body bucking, but I don’t let up. Instead, I bite her other tit, then return to her mouth.
Notching my cock against her entrance, I feel how slick she is for me, how needy. I suck her neck just below her ear.
She digs her nails into my shoulder. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me? Tell me who you are.”
“I’m the one who owns this pretty cunt.” I thrust my hips, seating myself deep inside her.
She throws her head back, her body open for me as I grip her hip with one hand and start thrusting inside her. Nothing has ever felt this good. Fuck.
“Your name!” she cries, her body arching to mine, her breasts pressing against my chest as I give her all of me.
I fuck her wildly, recklessly, and I savor each scratch she leaves on my skin. She’s mine, every bit of her. Cupping her tit, I squeeze as I piston into her, and when I twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she gasps.
“I know what you like, princess. I’ve seen it.” Pulling out, I grip her hips and flip her over, then yank her ass into the air. With a smooth thrust, I enter her from behind. I groan at how tight she is from this angle, then reach down and grip her hair.
“Hands on the headboard, princess,” I grate out.
She follows my command and presses her palms to the dark wood as I fuck her hard, our skin smacking together as I reach beneath her and stroke her clit.
Her movements become more frantic as she bounces on my cock, her back arching more deeply with each stroke from my fingers.
I feel the moment when she breaks, when I crack open the sweetest part of her and she comes on my cock. Her moan is sex. I thrust deep and feel her squeezing me. With a few more hard pumps, I come, my seed coating her as I grunt and rut on her like a fucking animal. She was made to be taken like this by me, her body yielding and perfect