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He stared at me for a moment. Without the heels, I reached his shoulders, and I didn’t like that he could look down on me. “Right this way,” he said, turning around, and I followed him.
He is acting weird today.
I needed to ask Emma about him and if he had suffered any injury to his head.
I recalled the sleepovers I had at Emma’s house and how I’d stumble into him at night when I wanted water. He was very tall and lanky with the same dark glare. He even helped me with cereal when I couldn’t reach the cabinet and told me it was full of sugar and it’s unhealthy when I ate a mouthful in front of him. That was before he moved to his university, and when he came back, he looked bigger with muscles, and his glare darker than ever.
That was when I accidentally dyed his hair blue, and he threatened to sue silly teenager me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, suspicious of his electric car. He opened the door on the back and I sat down gingerly, eyeing the closed separator between the driver and us.
Damon didn’t reply when the driver started the car. He looked at me, and I was taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. “Did you enjoy the night you spent with me?” he asked, his voice leveled.
My thighs clenched, and I licked my lips, remembering how possessive his hold was. He was definitely like one of the heroes from the romance books I devoured.
“You mean the night where I thought you were a stranger? Yes. I liked that.”
“Brat,” he said, rolling his eyes and fixing his tie. He leaned back on the seats and said, “I’d like to offer you something.”
“Unless it’s a million dollars, no thanks,” I joked.
“Deal.”
“What?” I snapped my head at him. But he looked serious. Damnit, he always looked serious. “You’re joking and I was kidding.”
Even though a million dollars would solve all of my problems and more.
“Do you remember what you said that night, kitten?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
My cheeks warmed. “I said many things. What are you talking about, Damon?”
He leaned closer, his large frame and the musky cologne making all the coherent thoughts in my head evaporate. I knew there was a driver in the front, but I didn’t care. I wanted to climb him and have a quickie.
“You told me your pretty pussy belongs to me,” he whispered, his filthy words making me clench and cream my panties. “That I can use it whenever I want. Do you remember or do you need a reminder?”
I clutched my handbag and narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you doing, Damon?”
He eyed me, roving his stormy eyes over my figure and shamelessly staring at my chest before meeting my eyes. “I’m offering you a million dollars to let me use you whenever and however I want, kitten.”
My eyes widened and lips parted. A million dollars for… sex?
“I-I don’t understand.” I scoffed. “Are you asking me to be your whore? Jesus, stop the car. I want to get away from you.”
“I know you like consensual non-consent,” he said calmly, as if we were having a small talk. “I read your kinks at Aphrodite. I know you like having different role-plays and being forced through punishments because you’re a brat. Am I wrong?”
“Doesn’t mean you can ask me to—”
“I’ll pay you for your job. Not sex, Summer. But I’d be disappointed to find someone else when we have great chemistry. In bed.”
I stared at him. My best friend’s older brother, who was an asshole, and my soon-to-be boss if I accept his offer. Yes, I enjoyed thinking about being forced into a scene when I had all the power to stop it with a safe word or a gesture. Reading and hearing hot romance books was wonderful, but they also offered new kinks.
The thought of it with him… his hard body pressing me against the seat of the car, tugging my skirt up and taking me with my hands pinned. He’d be rough and spank me or choke me if I tried to fight it. I knew he would enjoy every single second of it as much as I would. But I also knew he’d stop as soon as I said the safe word.
“I know your dirty little head is thinking about it right now, kitten,” Damon said, his husky voice pulling me out of my fantasy, my face hot. “For six months. Let me play with you and your body.”
“What do you want in return?” I asked, crossing my arms and trying to be brave and make a fair deal with the devil. “I know you’re not nice enough to just give me a million dollars just for being an ambassador or… or rough sex.”
He chuckled. It was dark and delicious. “Sweetheart, call it what it is. Consensual non-consent. Rape fantasy.” I shivered. “I will be your fake boyfriend and pretend to be your doting and loving partner in public. But behind the closed doors, you’ll be my good little slut.”
