I slipped the card into the door, and then it unlocked.
I stepped inside the large suite, coming into a living room with a set of couches, a large TV, and a bar. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the lights of the city as they showcased Central Park. “Slate?” I stepped farther into the room and placed my purse on the dining table.
There was no answer.
I turned to the left and spotted the large king-size bed against the wall. The comforter was dark red, along with the pillows. On the wall were portraits of cherries. I stared at the spot and realized this was the exact place all the women before me had lost their virtues. I would be one of many. He probably wouldn’t even remember this night in a few years.
I began to loathe myself for what I was doing. I was even tempted to walk out and call the whole thing off. But when I walked back to get my purse, I noticed the check sitting there. It was addressed to me—and it was for$100,000.
Seeing the money with my own eyes reminded me why I was here. It reminded me that thirty minutes of my life would fix a lot of my problems. All I had to do was lie there and wait for him to finish. It might hurt, but it couldn’t be the worst pain in the world. I might bleed, but at least I would ruin his sheets and not mine. Then I could go out and start dating without having to carry around my V-card anymore.
I stared at the check a moment longer before I pulled my dress over my head. I slipped off my heels and left them on the floor. Now I stood in the white ensemble, an untouched virgin waiting to be taken by an arrogant playboy.
I moved back to the bed and took a seat, waiting for him as instructed.
He walked inside several minutes later, wearing a suit and tie like he’d just left the office. He came into my line of sight as he took off his clothes. First came the jacket and then his tie. He set it on the back of the chair before he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it away.
His body was hard like his arms. He was over six feet of pure muscle, of powerful striations in between the sections of strength. He had a perfect back that rippled every time he moved, and his tanned skin made his muscles even sexier.
He really was a beautiful man.
He moved to his slacks next and pushed them down until he was just in his boxers.
“Is this where you always—”
He turned to me, ferocity in his gaze. “No talking.”
I shut my mouth, not in obedience, but shock.
He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at me, an appreciative look in his eyes. His gaze wandered over my body in approval as his cock twitched in his shorts. The outline was noticeable, and it only got bigger. Soon he poked out from underneath the fabric, his thick head impressive.
He wasn’t kidding. He did have a big dick.
“Ever had a cock in your mouth?” He lowered his shorts slowly, revealing every inch of his monstrous length.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to talk?” I tried not to stare at his dick too much. I was aroused by it but also terrified of it. There was no way it would fit inside me. No wonder why the other women cried. I’d cry too.
His eyes darkened in irritation. “Answer the question.”
“Yes. I’ve sucked dick before. I’m a virgin—not a freak.”
“Then get to it.” His hand moved to my neck, and he pulled me toward him instantly, not even allowing me to make the decision on my own.
I jerked back. “You aren’t even going to kiss me first?”
His hand stayed on my neck, his fingers tightening in annoyance. “All I want to do is fuck that mouth. So, open wide, and don’t choke.” He pulled me to him again.
This time, I turned my face away and stood up. “You’re such an asshole, I can’t believe it.”
“I’m an asshole? Trust me, you’re going to want me to be as wet as possible before I fuck you. And this isn’t going to be a fairy tale. You’ve sold your virginity to me, and I will take it however I chose. Now get on your fucking knees and suck my dick.” He stepped toward me, his hostility burning with power. He was tall, muscular, and so authoritative he could lead an army into battle.
I needed that money so badly, but I didn’t want this night to happen. I didn’t want to live with the shame of getting on my knees for an asshole like him. How would I be able to look my husband in the eye knowing what I did? That I’d allowed a man to disrespect me just for money? That’s when I knew I couldn’t go through with it. “I’ve changed my mind.” I stepped around him and headed to the dining table where my dress sat. The check was there, but this time, I couldn’t let it entice me.