“No. No. This is just wrong. We shouldn’t do this. This is wrong.” She needed to get away from him, but she was still held prisoner by his body.
“How in the hell can you be a virgin? You work at a whorehouse.” He’d lowered his voice, but his words hurt far more than his shouting did.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” she said quietly. And she was — she knew she was. She had agreed to sell her body. There was no other word for what she was. Her reasons didn’t matter.
“It’s not possible.”
“Obviously it is. Are you going to finish this or let me go?” Jewell was almost surprised by her words, but she couldn’t continue speaking to him while he remained within her body.
The pain had gone away, and now the fullness of him, the pressure against her inner core, was making her again feel those pangs of arousal. She didn’t want that anymore.
When he shifted and his chest brushed against her, her nipples throbbed, and he suddenly seemed to notice as she wriggled beneath him, trying to make the desire go away.
He withdrew only a few inches from her, then slid easily back in, her slick heat beckoning to him.
“Don’t get any ideas in your head about this turning into a relationship. The second that you don’t please me, the second you don’t give to me everything I want, our time is finished. Do you understand that?”
She knew he could see the fear on her face, but she couldn’t speak, couldn’t unmuddle her thoughts. However she also knew she didn’t want to be with him forever, and didn’t want to fall in love with him. He had nothing to worry about on that score. Then she grew angry, and fire lit up her eyes. She squared her shoulders and now refused to look away from the matching flare in his intense eyes.
“I expect the same from you. I want your money. You want my body. I think we understand each other just fine.”
She could see rage consume Blake at her words. Though he’d made it abundantly clear that he thought all women were out to get whatever they could, what she’d just said seemed to be a slap in his face for some unfathomable reason.
“I’ll make you forget all about money,” he said, gripping the back of her neck less than gently, he surged within her, making her cry out in pleasure. No pain was anywhere to be found.
“Not possible.” Afraid of him as she was, she never would back down from him.
Or so she thought for a brief moment. When his mouth connected with hers, she knew the battle was ending.
“Virgin or not, money or not, you want me, Jewell,” he growled. “And now you’re mine.” He began moving slowly in and out of her, making her core burn with need, making her body tremble beneath him, and making her climb toward another release, this one low in her stomach, building stronger and stronger, stronger than anything she’d felt all day long.
“I hate you for this,” she said, panting.
“I don’t care,” he replied coolly. He brought his head down and stopped all words with a kiss that stole her every thought away.
He now moved faster, his manhood rubbing her in every pleasurable way possible, his lips caressing hers and consuming her cries. The faster he moved, the higher her pleasure grew, and the more her sense of guilt vanished.
When his body tensed and he groaned heavily, she knew they were nearing the end.
“I’m going to come, Jewell. I’m going to shoot deep inside you. Come with me.” Grabbing her hair, he held her in place and took her lips with an urgency that inflamed her.
A passionate scream was ripped from her as he slammed against her, burying himself deep within her core, setting her release free, and making her body convulse with the overload of sensation. He’d been right. The sexual pleasure she’d felt during the day was nothing, nothing at all, compared to what she felt right now.
He almost shouted in ecstasy as he shook within her, as his thick desire pulsed powerfully against her walls. His release went on for what seemed like forever, and then he collapsed against her, his body weight molding her into the bed.
Too spent to move, Jewell shut her eyes. It was all too much, and there was no possible way she could continue this way. Sleep gave her the only relief she could feel while she was with Blake. Sleep was her sanctuary.
Chapter Thirteen
Blake turned to the side as Jewell’s body relaxed beneath him. He knew she’d fallen asleep. He felt the urge to shake her, to wake her up. How dare she not tell him she was a virgin? Had she really believed that he wouldn’t realize that? Had she wanted to hide it from him?
He was in no way interested in spending more than a few nights with this woman, so whether she was a virgin or not didn’t matter to him. She was still selling herself, and though he might be her first lover, he certainly wouldn’t be her last. He would take her back to Relinquish Control on Sunday, as planned, and she would move on to the next man.
And Blake had no doubt that she’d be chosen again soon. Jewell had a lot going for her — that odd innocence shining in her eyes, an eagerness to please, and yet still a stubbornness to prove that she would never be fully owned. She would be chosen over and over again, until the day a man took that look away from her.
He certainly didn’t want to be the man who did that. Wait! What the hell? Anger rushed through him at that sudden thought. He absolutely refused to have any sympathy for this woman. She had lied to him already, had played games with him since the moment their eyes had connected.
Disentangling himself from her, he stood, then felt his stomach tighten when she whimpered in her sleep and reached for him. He wanted to crawl back into her bed, to pull her close to him.
No. He couldn’t do that!
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he covered her naked body, walked from her room, and went straight into his bathroom. He stood beneath the shower spray for a long time, as if it would wash her from his system.
It didn’t work.
Half an hour later, wearing only a towel, he found himself standing next to her bed again and watching her as she slept, her face so young, her lips turned up in the smallest of smiles, her breathing deep and even.
“I’m only about to do this because I want her near me when I feel the urge to take her. It’s all about convenience.” He said the words aloud, though not loudly, but he knew he was lying to himself. Still, he couldn’t stop from reaching for her, from pulling her sleeping body into his arms and from enjoying how it felt to have her head rest trustingly against his chest as he carried her carefully toward his own room.