by Riley Love
“I want to know exactly what I’m signing up for,” I added, my shoulders thrown back. If I was going to prostitute myself, I wasn’t going to do it with my head bowed in shame. I would not let Steve’s bad choices ruin me.
They just might free you, a naughty voice in the back of my head whispered, and I could just about picture a tiny devil on my shoulder rubbing its hands with anticipation.
Sliding a bundle of papers across her desk, Janessa inclined her head toward the chair in front of me. “Please, take a seat, and we can go over the contract.”
When I dropped into it, Steve stood and made his way to me. “I don’t want him here.”
Janessa tilted her head, her long, elegant neck stretching to show off the pale column of her throat, and one of her goons leaned forward. After a few words in his ear, he stepped out from behind her desk and gestured toward Steve. “Please come with me, Mr. Parker.”
Steve’s head whipped frantically between me, Janessa, and the behemoth making his way around the desk. The other goon waited patiently in front of the door. “You can’t do this, Cait. You love me. You have to make sure they don’t hurt me.” When I stayed silent, Steve’s words turned angry, destroying any hope I had that he might still be the sweet boy I’d fallen in love with when I was fourteen. “You slut. I hope whoever buys you fucks you hard and merciless.”
And then they tossed him out the door, leaving me alone with Janessa.
A few shocked, silent seconds ticked by while I absorbed his words. “What now?” I eventually asked, rubbing my sweating palms up and down my jean-clad thighs.
Janessa’s red lips twitched, and she leaned forward, her hands clasped in front of her. Her manicure, like her lipstick, was impeccable. “I’m a successful businesswoman, and you’re an enchanting girl who is in possession of something formidable men will give their fortunes to possess.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, my mind still trying to grasp how I’d gotten here. “If you’re going to pay for sex, wouldn’t you want it to at least be good? I’ve never even given a hand job.”
Not for a lack of trying, my subconscious reminded me. Steve had been hell-bent on keeping me “completely pure” until our wedding night—another thing I’d never been able to understand.
She chuckled and shook her head. “Can I ask you something, Miss Patrick?”
I gulped and nodded. “Of course.”
“Why did you agree to pay Mr. Parker’s debt? He’s obviously not the man you hoped.” I shrugged and looked away, my cheeks turning pink. The truth was, there was a reason I hadn’t walked out the second I’d learned about Steve’s debt, and it had nothing to do with my loyalty to him. But I couldn’t bring myself to voice the words aloud. The filthy, dirty, erotic words.
She laughed, and her mask dropped, revealing a look of genuine pleasure. “Oh, that’s going to do wonders for your price on the auction block.”
I chewed my bottom lip, my face growing redder by the second. My lips slammed shut and my gaze dropped to the carpet at my feet.
“Eyes up, Miss Patrick,” she said, recalling my attention. “If that blush is anything to go by, I think I know exactly why you’re here, and I promise you, there’s nothing wrong with your desires.”
Who was this woman? At first, I’d thought she was the devil disguised in a Prada suit, but now, I wondered if she wasn’t actually my fairy godmother. Slowly, I raised my eyes and let her see all the wickedness I’d kept hidden from the world. Somehow, I knew she would understand my dark, lustful thoughts and give me the power to own them. “Do you remember what Steve said just before you threw him out?”
“Of course,” she answered, her lips spreading with a knowing grin.
“I want that.” My neck grew hot, and my panties grew damp under my jeans. “When I close my eyes at night, that’s what I dream about.”
“What else do you dream about, my tempting little virgin?”
“I … I dream about a man who knows what my body craves before I do. Someone who will take me to the edge of what I can endure. A man who will give me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known.”
“Hmm,” she mused, tapping steepled fingers against her crimson lips and then flipping over the top page of the stack of papers in front of her. “Why don't we take a look at the contract. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
The sudden shift in conversation was like a bucket of cold water being tossed over my steaming head. I could still feel my clit throbbing between my legs. I was so damn horny, and I hadn’t even touched myself.
With my eyes fixed on my own copy, I began reading. The first few pages were standard legalese, but as I flipped the pages, things got really interesting. My eyes flew over the words, and my heartbeat sped up.
“I thought Steve’s debt was a hundred thousand dollars?”
“It is,” she answered with a regal nod.
“But it says here that I’ll receive a hundred grand when I sign the contract for the auction, and another four hundred thousand once the deed is done. Bidding starts at—” My eyes bugged out of my head.
“One million dollars,” she finished for me.
“That’s absurd!”
“Why? Because Steve owes significantly less than that?”
“Well, yes. I thought I was doing this to pay off his debt. I thought …” I trailed off, at a loss for words. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d thought. I hadn’t let my mind travel that far.
“Personally, I’ve always considered it bad form to let a man define your worth; especially a spineless one like Steve Parker.” When I simply stared at her, too dumbstruck and dumbfounded to speak, she continued. “The truth is, a million dollars is nothing to these men. They toss that away on toys they never even play with. But you are something they’ll treasure, an experience they will take to their graves.”
“But a million dollars is a lot of money.”
She shook her head. “Not to them.”
I might have been innocent, but I knew there were sick people in this world. If a man spent a million dollars purchasing my virginity, what else would he expect? Would he want to hurt me—and not the way I was looking forward to? My belly clenched in sudden fear. “Whoever buys me is going to want certain things, isn’t he? What if they’re things I can’t give?”
“Ah, you haven’t reached the end of the document yet,” she answered, her eyes laced with understanding. “You have more power in this situation than you comprehend.”
Janessa pushed her chair back, and made her way to a door I hadn’t noticed on the other side of the room, her heels clacking on the polished hardwood floor. She pressed a button that blended in with the wallpaper and craned her neck over her shoulder. “When you’re finished reviewing the contract, ring that bell to your left and I’ll return. We’ll discuss specifics then.”
Without waiting for a response, she slipped through the door, leaving me to review what other surprises the contract contained.
And what surprises they were.
Janessa hadn’t exaggerated when she said I was in charge. Everything was laid out in excruciating detail, including what I was willing to do and what I wasn’t. Each box I checked would give the bidder insight into all ways he could use me. The problem was I didn’t know what most of the items on the list were. Beyond what I’d read in romance novels, most of this stuff was just words on a sheet of paper.
Age play, ass play, bondage, breath play, consensual non-consent, fisting, impact play, sadism, sensation play, Shibari, watersports … on and on it went until my head was spinning with ideas.
My breath came fast as I pictured all the ways the mystery billionaire would claim me. I was a smart girl with an active imagination. And right now that imagination was operating in overdrive.
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One snowstorm. Four stuntmen to keep me warm.
I’ve landed the role of a lifetime, starring in a major feature film.
But—there’s always one of those, isn’t there?
My ex is starring opposite me, and he’s making sure I know he’s moved on.
Paparazzi are everywhere, trying to get the story of why we called it quits.
I want to get out of here, but with a huge snowstorm coming in, no one’s leaving this secluded resort.
My four sexy costars are supposed to play the villains, but this weekend, they’ll show me I’m the star of the show.
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When Caitriona Patrick shows up at the sex club I own to auction off her virginity, she's my darkest fantasy wrapped up in a beautiful, innocent package.
I’m ready to offer more than what I’ve bought and paid for, except something is holding me back … and his name is Chase Danforth. Chase is the only other person who’s made me feel this way. And now I want them both.
I never thought I’d find a woman who could accept our complicated relationship, but every day the sexy student surprises me with her wanton desires and voracious appetite.
Caitriona never bargained on taking two men to her bed, but I’m determined to prove that double the pleasure is double her fun. And that happily ever after means two for the price of one.
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One woman. Three Greek gods. Dive into a captivating, action-packed reverse harem romance about an ordinary girl becoming extraordinary.
Esme Caro's dull life makes an electrifying change when not one but three hunky men begin pursuing her. After strange and unusual events start happening in town, her unexpected suitors confess an incredible secret--they believe Esme is Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty, and they've waited centuries to reclaim her. Although she's convinced the three are suffering a shared delusion, they're still drop dead gorgeous, dangerous, and way too hot for her to resist.
Prepare for a paranormal romance between one woman and three Greek gods loaded with steam, strong language, and magical action. If you dislike reading sex scenes and f-bombs, this book is NOT for you. She is the goddess of love and passion after all!
About the Author
Riley Love writes books about the men your mama always warned you about. Sometimes dark, often twisted, and always sexy, her heroes will leave you begging for more. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a stiff drink, and let your fantasies fly.
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Vivienne Savage, otherwise known as the writing team Nicole and Alisha, write steamy PNR. One-half of the duo has teamed up with Riley to help make her glorious debut. To learn more about Viv’s work, check her out, too.
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