- Should I get undressed?
My fingers tremble as I unzip the dress.
- Are you in a hurry somewhere? — Beautiful male lips curve into a crooked smile.
- I don’t want to postpone the inevitable.
- I paid such a big amount not for sex. — He crosses his arms, making the blazer fit even tighter over his muscular shoulders. — You will come to my bed yourself. By your own choice. Soon.
The first time he mistook me for a night girl selling her young body. And he became my first.
The second time— he treated me as the unfaithful wife of a best friend, dreaming only of entertainment.
And the third time— he demanded it for his personal use. As if I were an object. For a service that can’t be refused.
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The continuation is in the book “I Won’t Let You Go”.