Page 102 of Savage Ambition

When the door closed, Jace’s face twisted with vindictive pleasure. He stalked across the plush carpet to stand over me.

He stared at my feminine makeup and wig before dropping his gaze to my towel. With a swift motion, he yanked it away, leaving me exposed. “You don’t even have enough shame to be embarrassed?” His eyes flicked down to my groin before snapping back to my face.

I laughed, making no move to cover myself. “What should I be ashamed of, Jace? My body? My skills?” I ran my hand down my chest, watching him follow the movement involuntarily. “Or perhaps it’s that I make more in an hour than you do in a month? The only shameful thing in this room is having to waste sixty minutes of my valuable time on you.”

“If I’m paying for you, I’ll damn well get the respect owed to me.” He twisted the towel, snapping it toward my bare thigh.

My hand caught it midair. I used the momentum to jerk him forward until our chests almost collided. I locked my grip when he tried to pull away and brought my painted lips to his ear. “I wouldn’t recommend trying that again. Violence costs extra, and I know you can’t afford my pain rate.” I traced my purple fingernail down his jawline. “Though I suspect that’s not what you really came here for, is it?”

“Don’t be fucking gross.” He shoved me away, his hands lingering a fraction too long against my chest. “It’s bad enough you’re wearing that makeup and ridiculous wig.”

I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. “Would you prefer I put the breastplate and corset back on to create a more realistic fantasy for you? I can be whatever you need me to be. That’s what you’re paying for.”

His face contorted with revulsion. “I’m only here to make you stay the hell away from Shaw.”

“Is that so?” I tossed the towel aside. “And you thought the best way to accomplish that was to book an hour alone with me? Fascinating strategy.”

His eyes darted around the opulent room, looking anywhere but at my body. “Shut your damn mouth.”

I remained silent, giving him a slow, contemptuous once-over.

His fists clenched. “Stop being so fucking difficult, asshole.”

“The only one being difficult is you.” I circled him. “You paid good money to be here, yet you’re wasting it on empty threats. That’s not very economical of you. Most clients try to get their money’s worth.”

“I don’t want to hear that from a whore,” he hissed.

The slur rolled off me like water. I’d been called worse by more dangerous men. “What do you want to hear, then? How Shaw gasps when I first push inside him? The way he digs his nails into my back when he’s close? How he tastes when I swallow every drop of him?” While I hadn’t enjoyed the pleasure of penetrating him yet, I wasn’t above weaponizing the experience to hurt Jace.

His gaze dropped to my exposed cock before jerking away. A slight tremor infiltrated his voice. “Why does Shaw keep coming back to see you?”

“Because I fuck him how he likes to be fucked.” I savored the disgust and curiosity warring on Jace’s face. “I give him what no one else can, least of all you.”

“Obviously, you have some dirt on him. You must be blackmailing him to make him return.”

I laughed at his simpleminded reasoning. “Blackmail? That’s your grand theory?” I moved closer. “Is it so hard for you to believe he craves what I do for him? What I do to him?”

“Shut your filthy fucking mouth. Shaw’s not sick like you.”

“Sick? Is that what you tell yourself when you think about men at night? That they’re sick? That you’re sick?”

His nostrils flared. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You’ve misunderstood something fundamental, Jace.”

“Explain yourself, asshole.”

I approached with seductive grace until we were inches apart. “You forget Shaw comes to me willingly. He sought me out. Paid for me. Repeatedly.”

Jace stood his ground. “And you only fucked him because he hired you.”

I gave a disinterested shrug, my fingertips trailing along the seam of his shirt. “As long as it feels good, I don’t care who my client is.” It was a lie, but one he’d believe. “Money merely gets him through the door. What happens after that has nothing to do with payment and everything to do with pleasure. His and mine.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I let out a low chuckle. “You know what I think?”

“Who gives a shit what you think?”