Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,9

shove it anywhere inside any of my bodily orifices.

I did, however, hide it in a small leather pouch, which I slipped into my panties and between my thighs earlier in the dark corridor while I waited.

The admission does little to quell the anger that registers first as shock on the man’s face but transforms quickly into something akin to piqued interest.

He strides with purposeful steps back to me, his body so close that I have to tilt my head back to look him in the eye.

It’s there in his eyes when I see exactly what he’s about to do.

I’m his conquest. He’ll take what he wants no matter the obstacle or what pitiful resistance I try to offer.

“Give it to me now,” he demands, his palm out to prove his seriousness. “Or I will get it myself.”

I don’t know why I feel like digging my heels in at this moment. I should just get it over with, the sooner the better so he can run his tests, and I can take the money and run. Maybe it’s my stubborn rebellion that’s been kept hidden from my father all these years, cowering in the closet until now. Why I’ve decided to bring it out now or for this man is completely illogical.

Or, it’s simple stupidity.

This man could hurt me. Could end me right here, and no one would ever know. I mean, my dad knows I’m here, but I have little faith that he would give a shit if I ever came home. He would, however, care about his profitable loss.

Yet, still, I resist.

And that’s all it takes. One moment of clever disobedience and he proves exactly what he means. What he’s capable of doing. Who he is and who I am not.

A puff of air escapes my lips when his firm hand darts behind my neck and tightly grasps the nape, holding me in place – locking me in and leaving me immobile – while the other hand jams roughly down the front of my pants.

It’s shocking the amount of force he uses, yet his face remains extremely calm, only a twitch of his lip and an eyebrow that quirks up, as if to say, “Don’t play games with me, little girl. You won’t win.”

I nearly jump out of my skin from the contact as his fingers push through the barrier of my pantie’s edge, and his knuckles graze over my neatly trimmed pussy. A place no one has ever touched me.

It’s jarring and exhilarating at the same time. This man wields his power over me, demonstrating the lengths he will go to prove he is in control and will get what he wants no matter the cost. I should be scared shitless and utterly disgusted by his dominant display of control.

Yet, I’m not the least bit frightened.

Because the look in his eye as his fingers brush over the warmth of my center tells me everything I need to know.

This excites him, too.

Even though he’s trying to hide his outward reaction, he can’t hide the sudden change in the rhythm of his breaths and the pulse that thumps chaotically in the vein in his neck.

Thump, thump thump, thump.

Our eyes lock as his fingers locate the small, velvet pouch. He latches it in a fist and drags it purposefully across my center, the bag’s plush material tormenting me with the suggestive nature of the action. My body’s physical reaction is immediate and embarrassingly carnal.

The touch isn’t long enough as he swiftly removes his hand, staring down at the small bag in his palm. I’m frozen and statuesque as I gaze at him, curious as to what he’ll do now that he has what he wants.

Slowly, methodically, he lifts the bag to his nose, as my eyes grow wild with an animalistic bewilderment, and he takes in a long inhale. His lids close, his lips parting slightly, and the length of his dark lashes practically reach the top of his cheekbones.

He speaks through closed eyelids, his voice a low growl. “Fuck me. You just made this arrangement all the more valuable.”

I don’t understand what his comment means, so I cock my head to the side in confusion as his brown eyes open again fully. But now instead of anger, they are filtered with something dark and licentious.

Lust isn’t something new to me or anything I’m unaccustomed to seeing in men, as I’ve been the target of many leering stares since I hit puberty and developed a curvaceous body. I have what is