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I’ve heard the rumors, but I always thought them an urban legend. The expression in the intruder’s eyes tells me I’ve been very, very wrong.
Without warning, I begin to cry. Great, heaping sobs of despair.
A rumble escapes the alpha’s throat. It’s a noise of discontent. “Stop crying. I told you I won’t harm you."
His words do nothing to stop my flood of tears. He purrs, then, that same, deep rumbling sound that quelled my frightened cries before. It sinks into my nervous system and lulls my fear enough for the tears to slowly stop, but the despair remains as a dark cloud. I look at him with red-rimmed eyes.
“Please,” I whisper. “Let me go.”
His purr cuts out and he leans back on his heels. “Dammit!” He rubs his hand over his masked face. “How do you fucking do this to me?”
I want to point out that, being the one trussed up like a holiday turkey, I’m notdoinganything, but I’m not dumb enough to argue with an agitated alpha who has me at his mercy.
He shoots me something close to a glare, then sighs deeply, his tense posture easing a little. “All right. Here’s what we’re gonna do, Eve. You say… hm, ‘mistletoe,' and I’ll stop. I’ll untie you. And I’ll leave—“
“Mistletoe!” I immediately croak.
The alpha gives me an admonishing look. “Be a good girl and listen to the rest of my offer. If it’s still ‘mistletoe,’ then I’ll honor my promise. But I suspect you might reconsider.”
I blink at him. “O-offer?”
“Yes, Eve. Offer.” He lets out another, more annoyed sigh. “I’ve never been one to hold back from taking what I want, but you… Your tears are… unsettling. So instead of simply taking what’s mine, I’ll buy it.”
“Buyit?” I croak, immediately incensed. “You think I’m a whore?!”
“No, baby girl, I don’t.” He strokes up one of my restrained thighs and ghosts his thumb up the seam of my slippery pussy lips. I shiver in my bindings at his touch, unwanted pleasure cutting deep as he grazes my clit. “But everyone has a price. Now, let’s see if I can’t find yours…
“You work as a customer rep, making just above minimum wage, but you own this house. Based on the information I could find and the low cost of everything else you own, your mortgage takes up most of your budget. So here’s my offer, Eve: You let me have you for the night—the whole night—without using your safe word, and in return, when the banks open on the 27th, I’ll pay off your house. You will own it in full—no more mortgage, no more scraping by. Yours.”
I gape up at him, struggling to fully comprehend the magnitude of his offer. “M-my mortgage? You’re saying you’ll pay off myentiremortgage, if I…?”
“Yes. That’s how much your pussy’s worth to me.” He moves the pad of his thumb over my clit again, a little more deliberately this time. “One night of opening your sweet little cunt for me, and you will never risk homelessness again.”
I jerk against my bonds at the stimulation, my breath coming out in a sharp exhale. Despite my reluctance, my body responds to him like a finely tuned violin, the shock of his touch making it hard to think. “Y-you’ve got that kind of money? More than two hundred and fiftythousanddollars? Foronenight? Why not buy an actual sex worker?”
“Yes, Eve, I’ve got that kind of money.” He leans forward, piercing me with his gaze, letting me see the absolute sincerity in its depths. “What I need from you is not afuck,baby girl, and it can’t be bought on a street corner. I want every ounce of you, every molecule of your body, your mind. You may scream and sob and fight—but in the end, you’ll surrender to the pleasure, painful as it may prove.That’swhat I need. And you’re the only one who can give it to me. So, my sweet little thing… do we have a deal?”
I stare up at him, still terrified out of my mind and unable to ignore the slow circles he’s drawing on my clit. But… he’s offering to pay mymortgage.Without that monthly expense, I could breathe again. I could even save up for school, go back and retrain, get a job that doesn’t involve being screamed at.
God, am I seriously considering this? Am I going to let myself get fucked by a stranger, analpha,for money? Granted, it'sa lotof money—enough that I could make a better life for myself. The price is one night of pain. Just one.
I bite my lip against the sensations buzzing through my body. It feels good; I don’t want it to, but it does. My pulse throbs in my veins, heavy and fast, racing from the unrelenting rubbing of my bud of nerves and the full, rich scent of alpha in rut.
There’s no guarantee he’s telling the truth—he could easily trick me, have his fill, and leave me aching and used without a penny. But if that were his intention, why didn’t he just rape me as he had planned? Why go through this charade? Why negotiate and cajole when he’s already proven he can easily take what he wants without the pretense of consent?
My terror eases the tiniest bit as I look up into his darkened gaze. He’s negotiating because the sight of my tears was enough to derail his carefully laid plans. He knows where I work, what I earn, what my mortgage costs—he’s stalked me, observed my habits, prepared in every conceivable way for this one night. And yet my tears brought it all crashing down.
That knowledge shouldn’t calm me as much as it does. Still, I hear myself asking, “You’ll stop? At any point? If I… If I say ‘mistletoe’?”
He nods without breaking eye contact. “At any point before penetration. Once I’m inside you… there won’t be a power in this world strong enough to make me stop.”
My lips tremble, my heart rate picking up speed again. “W-what if it hurts too bad? What if—”
“I won’t harm you, Eve,” he says, his voice soft despite the gravel of lust. “It’s not about the pain—I’ll do everything I can to prepare you, to make it tolerable. You won’t bleed. And everything that comes before that point—I’ll make you feel things you never knew you could. The chemistry between us… I know you feel it too. Your pussy is gushing for me already. I’ll make you come until you don’t care how badly it hurts when I force my cock inside you.
“Let me show you how good it can feel to surrender your body, baby girl. Then I’ll make your pretty little pussy work off your mortgage, and we’ll go our separate ways.” He gives me a smirk. “Perhaps limping, in your case, but with a $257,000 increase to your net worth.”
Shit,I’m actually considering this. If only he’d stop rubbing my clit so I could get my brain back under control! But… two hundred and fifty-seventhousanddollars… And, ohGod, his thumb on my pulsing bud of nerves feels so good!
