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Total pages in book: 189
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Take two of the most notorious men in politics and add one bad girl. Power has never corrupted so absolutely.

Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews rule their opposing political parties. Both are leaders of men. Both can have any woman he wants. But away from the cameras lies a deep-seated rivalry…

Until it explodes.

Now, with their careers on the line, and their names dragged through scandal, the one person who can save them may be more of a badass than both of them combined. Curvy and confident Vivian Hawthorne, the youngest Senator in the history of the nation, has never met a bad boy she didn’t turn into a mewling kitten.

But can this Senator handle both their…agendas?

As Liam and Carter compete in a final showdown, a tantalizing new possibility presents itself - one that will change their lives forever, if it doesn't cost them the ultimate price.

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LIAM

T

HWACK!

I swear to fucking God that’s the sound that gets made when I slap Naomi’s plump, round ass. It sounds so lewd, so profane that I fucking love it.

Naomi moans and everything I said about lewd and profane is just multiplied by a factor of one hundred.

She’s a nasty woman, in a good fucking way. The kind that sticks her hand down your pants and starts massaging your cock in public. The kind that gives the wet, sloppy blowjobs that you need to clean up with a mop afterwards.

“Oh, Liam, that feels so good!” Naomi moans again, jutting her ass back against me and shucking herself against my tree trunk of a cock that’s going in and out of her like a fucking piston.

That’s right. I’m fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Not what you expected America’s youngest Mayor to be doing at the World Mayor’s Day conference in Paris, did you?

And, no, I’m not going to mimic the sounds that are happening when my cock is diving into her pussy. The slurping, sucking, slapping sounds that are coming from the two of us as my monster cock ravages this poor heiress’ pussy.

That’s right. Heiress. Scion of the Boltiador family fortune. You’ve heard of them, right? They control nearly all the fucking gold mines in the Philippines and the copper mines in Indonesia. Not just that, but the fucking oil wells off the cost of Singapore and the coal mines in Australia.

So what right? That’s probably what you’re wondering. What does an heiress’s family business have to do with me fucking her?

“Oh baby … oh baby … oh ba … ughh!” Naomi groans loudly as my cock brushes up against a delicate cluster of nerve endings inside of her, pushing her over the edge. Her lithe body trembles in my hands and I feel her knees give way. I can feel the walls of her pussy spasm and tighten against my cock. She’s cumming. Hard.

I’m not that far away from cumming myself. But before I spew obscene gallons of cum into this Trojan, let me go ahead and introduce myself to those of you who haven’t seen my chiseled face and deep icy blue eyes on the cover of Time Magazine and Newsweek. My name is Liam Jeffries.

If you just did a double take darlin’ that’s okay. Yes, I am that that Liam Jeffries. The motherfucking bad boy Mayor. America’s Youngest Mayor at 32 years old. Heartthrob of millions of women around the world who see me with my fucking ripped body – my cut pecs and my 8-pack abs. That same self-made billionaire who talked his way into Harvard University even though he came from dirt-poor backgrounds. The 6’ 3” wet dream that you have every time you see me on the news. That’s mainly because the news reporters love covering me. You should see the female reporters drool every time they interview me. And they try to find any excuse to talk to me. We’re installing a new stoplight in New Kingston—that’s the city I manage —and they’ll come to my office for an exclusive. Cat got stuck in a tree— they need to do a breaking news sit down. They're all hoping for some oneon-one time to get my rugged face on their show. And once the cameras stop rolling, if they’re female, they get on their fucking knees. They hike up their prim and proper skirts or throw off their pantsuits and moan, and start polishing my knob. They moan like a slut as they impale themselves on my monster fuck stick.

Just how big are we talking about, Liam, you’re probably asking. You’ve heard the rumors. You’ve seen the hour-long special on Access Hollywood and Extra. I think they called the show something like Liam’s Legend.

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My stepbrother makes me sigh. My stepdad makes me sore. Yeah...I'm a lucky woman... Sure, the two men in my family never got along. After Sloane's mother died, his stepdad Drake got married to my mother. That marriage didn't last but it made them my family. So now they're both single. And it's time for me to play. Which one will I choose? The strong, silent, alpha who makes me feel protected? Or the cocky and dangerous bad boy who focuses on my pleasure? Why not both? Who knows. Might be kinda fun. Teasing one. Tempting the other. Crossing into a land of forbidden delights... It's a tantalizing and delicious possibility that comes into the picture with the three of us. But people are gonna be jealous and will try to stop us. It's a gamble. If we win, it'll change our lives forever. If not, it'll tear us apart... Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.
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Natalie

My name is Natalie Vanderhill, and I build sex toys for a living.

How’s that for an introduction? Short and sweet, right? Maybe you wouldn’t find it so sweet if you could see me now, hunched over another cardboard box as I prepare it for shipping. I’ve been packing countless toys since six in the morning, so don’t think all I do is sit back and count the money.

Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m in complete control of my life (and my finances) and that’s what matters. It’s funny how things go, though.

A few years ago I was another fresh face out of Stanford, ready to enter the high-rolling, dog-eat-dog world of finance. Which was exactly what I did; I packed my bags, grabbed a plane to New York City, and landed a job at one of these behemoth financial institutions.

It took me a week to figure out that I was heading in the wrong direction. Despite being attuned to detail (which means I know my way around a spreadsheet), and enjoying the responsibility of dealing with large sums of money, the world of finance was simply too hierarchical and slow moving for my tastes. I needed action and risk, and so I ended up becoming an entrepreneur.

It was a gradual change; during the days I kept working inside my small office cubicle like a good mindless drone, but during the nights I transformed into the Dirty Lil’ Angels CEO. It started more like a hobby, really—something to take my mind off how boring my day job was.

After three months of tinkering with a lot of sex toys—research has never been this fun, that much I can tell you—I started building my own prototypes. From there, it took me a few more months to become a full-time entrepreneur. Now, at 25 years old, I’m raking in more money that I’ve ever expected. Seriously. And all this while still working out of my own apartment.

“Okay, now that’s done,” I whisper to myself, piling the last box on top of the other ones. I look around the apartment, hands on my hips, and I realize that I’ll probably have to rent an office space and maybe hire some people. Business is booming, and I don’t think I can keep up if I do it all by myself.

It’s booming so much apparently, that I just got a major order from Penny Worlein Toys. They’re one of the largest distributors of direct marketed sex toys. And their order is roughly four times my annual volume.

I’m going to need an office. A manufacturing team. A factory. A crew.

I’m going to need financing. More than I have on my own.

Success. It comes with its own set of problems.

It seems like I tapped into some hidden market; women all around the world can’t have enough of what I produce. No wonder, though, my sex toys have pretty much revolutionized the industry. I have toys you can use while sexting, others you can use on a one-on-one sweaty session, and even a few geared toward women like me: voracious romance readers.

Stretching lazily, I saunter over to my balcony, the warm New York sunset painting the world with its sharp orange glow, and lie down on the patio recliner. Thank God it’s Summer; for a California girl like me, the winter cold here is almost intolerable.

Still, even though New York City isn’t a particularly warm city, the first thing I did when Dirty Lil’ Angels turned a profit was buy this apartment, and I chose it because of the large balcony. What better place to think about how awesome your life is than the top of the world? Because, right now, lying here while the New York denizens go about their daily lives hundreds of feet underneath me, I really feel like I’m on top of the world.

I reach for the table on the side, grab my Kindle, and power it up. Nothing better than a steamy read after a hard day’s work, wouldn’t you say? But there’s a trick to how I do my reading, and it has everything to do with the small box by my side. I reach for it, open it, and snag a small silvery bullet from the inside.

Now here’s the fun part: I bite on my lower lip, slide one hand under the hemline of my dress and take it all the way up to my thong. I flick it to the side and then sigh heavily as I push the small silver bullet inside my pussy.

I pair it wirelessly with my Kindle and then let the whole world around me fade away. The bullet inside me is so tiny I can barely feel it now, and that allows me to dive straight into the book I’m reading without getting distracted.

Now, you’re probably thinking that this isn’t as good as the real thing, right? Well, you’re wrong. My toys are top of the line, and I’ve tested them (intensively) to make sure that you can have as much fun with them as you’d have with a real man—perhaps even more. Okay, if you have one of these perfect men you seemingly only find in romance novels, my toys won’t quite cut it, but then again, these men only exist in fantasy land, right?

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I never hold back. Unless I'm about to pull out. Sure, I used to get along with Colt when I married his mother. But when she passed away it started a rocky relationship for us. Then I got married again. That's when a little brat entered the picture. Walking around the house in clothes too small for her. Tempting me. Teasing him. Making us both have forbidden thoughts. We'll have her separately. But can she handle us together? There's a lot of forces trying to make sure that we fail. But through it all, there's a tantalizing possibility that comes into the picture. It might change our lives forever. If it doesn't tear us apart first. Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.
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Karen

“Sayonara, bitches!” the frat guys yell at the top of their lungs as the clock strikes 12. All classes end at 12 at Harvard on the last day of this semester. That means that Junior year is finally over.

Ok, they’re not really frat guys. Harvard doesn’t have frats. They have these things called eating clubs. Where you take your meals but then at the end of the evening you go back to your apartment.

I mean, it would be more impressive if they were real frat guys, in other colleges. But I guess this is the best we have. I sigh. Doesn’t really matter. I have enough on my plate despite the year being over.

“Remember that this year was smooth sailing and next year’s going to be tougher!” shouts Professor Waltz as the rest of the class and I share our enthusiasm for the year coming to an end by stampeding to the door.

This year was smooth sailing?

I mean, this year has so not been easy. I feel as if I’ve been at Harvard for twenty years. I’ve done nothing, but study, study, and study some more. Thank goodness summer’s here. I need a break and I need to get the fuck out of here.

“Wow, you’re acting as if you’ve won the lottery or something. Is there something that you’re not telling me?” Sandra laughs as I grab my things quickly so that I can get to my dorm room in record time.

“It’s just that I messed up and told Zach that I finished yesterday and not today. So he’s in my room waiting for me.”

I left him in bed this morning while my roommate, Rachel, was still asleep. I can’t wait to get the summer vacation started because I’m dying to get out of here. Junior year has been so difficult, but then again studying at Harvard was never meant to be an easy ride, you know?

Still, it was the last day, and I’d be heading home tomorrow. I know Zach had wanted to fuck so I felt kinda guilty going to classes, but he and I have the whole day now. At least that’s what I tell myself. I mean, he’s not going to need the whole day. He’ll barely need three minutes.

Sandra grabs her things too and starts walking out with me, “Been a while since you guys hooked up, right?”

It’s no secret that I’ve had my head stuck in the books for weeks now. I’m at one of the most prestigious colleges in the U.S. It’s not smooth sailing, and I need to concentrate on my classes. Zach’s been patient enough to say that he understood. Not many guys would put sex on hold for so long. He’s a brilliant boyfriend; I don’t know what I’ll do without him. We hooked up in freshman year and everyone said that it wouldn’t last because we were each others rebounds from prior relationships.

But our relationship is the same and nothing has changed … even with his little problem. As soon as we finish college we’ll get married and have kids and prove to everyone that rebound relationships do work. All it takes is dedication and patience; for the last three years we've been fully committed to this relationship.

I loop my arm into Sandra’s. “Yes. I’m going to give him a whole lot of loving tonight.”

She laughs, “I’m sure you are. I swear Karen Astor! You’ve got it all. A top ball player. Good looking, rich, and what am I missing?”

I want to tell her that there is one thing. The real reason I kept him away sexually and it's frustrating, but I can’t tell her the truth. That’s Zach’ secret, something that’s too private to share. I wouldn’t like it if he did that to me. If I had problems in the bedroom and he told the world. Besides, no relationship is perfect; there's no such thing. Everyone has their flaws, including me.

Right?

I mean, you could say that I’m sort of a slut. I’ve slept around. I had sex at an early age. I dated. A lot. Been around the block.

But I don’t care.

I’m young. I’m pretty – at least that’s what guys seem to tell me.

I have the world at my fingertips. Why am I not going to enjoy it?

Besides, I think I’ve done a lot of my wild oat sowing and am ready now to settle down with Zach. I definitely lose out some in the sex department, but hopefully get it back in the nice-guy department.

“Intelligent, smoking body…the list could go on.” Her blue eyes shine. “You know that he’s got you too.”

I sigh because I know exactly what she’s talking about. Zach is all that, despite his flaws. And Rachel and Sandra have been my rocks whenever moments of self-doubt creep in, and they’ve been creeping in a lot lately. My mom’s been missing for nearly a year now. Before that she’d spent the last few years in and out of rehab more times than I’ve changed my underwear. I worry that sometimes when I get a little depressed that maybe I’ll turn to drugs like mom did. No one understood why she started to get dependent on them.

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Dream of me, baby girl. Prepare yourself for what I'm about to do to you... Her Father sold her to me to clear his debt. It sickens me but I accept her as payment because I see the lust for me in her eyes. How she wants her hands caressing my rugged face and ripped body. She tries to hide it but she can't. And I can't stop thinking about what I'll be doing to her. Making that virgin body quiver with the numbness of pleasure. She has no idea the depths of my depravity. But it won't be just me. Oh, no. That would be too easy. I have a partner who was also wronged by her father. Together, we need to decide whether we keep her. Or sell her. It's a twisted question - give in to love and keep her, or, punish her parents and sell her on The Market? We both know that the innocent and fragile Sarah Carlton is the sweetest thing that has crossed our paths in a long, long time. We also know that we're going to savor that sweetness as we break her, no matter what we decide... Come enter a world of dark desires in this full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhangers but it's going to contain very mature themes with potentially dark undertones as well as scenes of MF and MFM. HEA? Always.
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Prologue - Damien

I watch the rise and fall of Sarah’s chest, her breath finally slowing, and that’s all that keeps me hanging on. Every dark strand of her chocolate hair that often frames her face is tucked back into an elegant chignon. Nothing is out of place. Everything is perfect for display. A cosmetic counter’s best products are on display on her elegant, angelic features. Her face is masked in beauty, yet dripping with pain.

How did I get here?

I know how she got here. I'm the reason Sarah is here, on an auction block, trembling, for display.

I accept that Sarah is part of this. Part of making sure that the equation is solved, balanced.

But my heart and soul are ragged as I watch Sarah’s failed attempts to regain control of just her breathing.

“…Finest the Virgin Market has to offer…” one of the hosts barks as rich buyers walk past us and I catch some of his sickening words.

Through her frightened state, Sarah manages to catch some of them too. She yelps silently, fear stealing the sound from her lips, at whatever words she catches. Her mouth closes, the glossy lipstick smoothing over each lip when they press together again.

I thought Trevor, Sarah, and I had this situation figured out.

Except how could we?

Sure, my solution was entirely a half measure. Of course it didn’t work out one hundred percent. I just didn’t think it would fall apart like this.

I didn’t think I would fucking fall apart like this either.

The Virgin Market previously garnered a dispassionate response from me. These girls, and their virginity, were just another commodity to be sold and traded. So what? I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t see it as any different than any other business. I just didn’t happen to be one of their customers, or sellers.

Trevor had bought single nights on the Virgin Market before. He and I had also done some sharing in the past of decidedly non-virgins. There was a particular weekend where we shared a hot cougar who’s very elderly husband had passed and she wanted to celebrate her near infinite riches. She elected to do so impaled on both of our cocks. Afterwards, Trevor took the time to tell me that he liked younger, less experienced gals, and, would I like to try the Virgin Market?

He told me about it and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t come across outraged. I didn’t even judge him.

I was just…whatever about it.

I’ve never needed to buy women. You know that about me for sure if you know who I am.

My body makes any woman wet.

Including you.

My 8-pack abs cut with diamonds and sculpted with granite.

My bedroom eyes.

My rugged face.

My 12-inch cock.

My billions of dollars.

I am the epitome of fuckability.

Taking Sarah had been an offer I’d taken up on instantly, determining that my next move would be decided later.

When it got complicated, I asked Trevor to make sense of it. It was an intuitive move because I knew he could handle making the decision.

But I thought my solution to getting Sarah out of my mind was selling her to Trevor. Trevor even pushed me to sell her on the Virgin Market.

Yet, I couldn’t handle the thought of her belonging to anyone else but Trevor. I shared her with Trevor once, and that was fucking hot. We were selling her at the Virgin Market despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Which was fine…because Trevor was buying her and that was fine on his part. And no one would fucking know she wasn’t a virgin. Ironically, this was a business of some kind of twisted honor. At least an honor system that the girls for sale were virgins.

And then Trevor disappears before he can buy Sarah. What the fuck? I just can’t fucking bring myself to sell her to anyone else, and I didn’t think this was going to happen.

After everything, Sarah’s parents are here, suffering from seeing what's going to happen to her. Now I’m here and I can’t buy Sarah because I'm selling her…and I just want to leave.

I've already placed her up for order. I thought Trevor was running late, and would show. Now three minutes remain and in these three minutes, I'm dying a thousand deaths.

I can't satisfy the Market’s demands for a virgin without offering a replacement girl that buyers can purchase, and even if I had one, it's too goddamn late.

I face the very real risk that I'm here now, selling Sarah as a virgin to someone else, and that she will be truly lost to me, and Trevor, forever.

This is all my goddamn fault. Because what fucking mattered to me? The wrong goddamn things. I never, ever should've done any of this shit.

Trevor couldn’t possibly have forgotten or decided against buying Sarah, yet he isn’t fucking here. Isn’t answering his texts. Isn’t picking up his phone. Fuck.

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Two beasts. One beauty. This fairytale is about to get filthy. I was sold by my wicked stepmother to two men. Once a spoiled princess - now I'm cuffed and chained to a bed. Held prisoner by two alpha males whose very presence makes me squirm with desire. Both Nathan and Vincent are princes. They've forged an alliance with our kingdom. My people get peace. They get me. But first, they need to train me. Now, when they tell me to sink to my knees, I obey. When they kiss me, I tremble with lust. When they touch me, I moan with pleasure. So when my stepmother reveals the real reason behind giving me away, I have a decision to make in who to help. My kingdom. Or my two beasts. Which will I choose? Come enter a world of modern fairytales in this full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhangers but it's going to contain very mature themes with scorching scenes. HEA? Always.
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Chapter One

Isadora

I’d hoped to never marry, but I allowed the Queen to teach me that there could be a suitable compromise.

After all, the Queen is my mother.

I never thought that compromise would stretch me so far… An arranged marriage isn’t so strange, even nowadays. But an arranged marriage with not one but two would-be kings?

I face the mirror again, looking to erase my tension on my face and then in my mind.“I’m Isadora Brevintos, and I have to marry, as I’m the princess of my nation.” I repeat the words, brushing my hair and hoping working the comb through my long strands will help to calm my nerves.

I catch my mother’s image in the mirror, and any relaxation that might have crept over me slinks back and I see my forehead crinkle.

My mother and queen, never one to shy away from war, decided she would keep a peace arrangement in play rather than let tensions rise among the surrounding, powerful nations. “Yes, you will do your duty to your nation,” she says, her mouth forming a stern line. She smiles, an attempt at warmth that doesn’t quite penetrate my nerves. “You look every bit a princess, my child, and this brilliant move will mean so much for our country.” Her eyes beam with pride.

Her hands are resting on my shoulders now, and I reach up to squeeze them for comfort, but she pulls away. I don’t think she realizes she does it as she walks away. The queen is rambling on about duty, honor, and other things that I’ve already intoned to myself, already heard a thousand times.

It’s this coldness in her that I fear I have in myself. Perhaps I’m still a virgin and have no interest in men, because I despise affection like my mother seems to.

My mother had me, but her husband, my father, is no longer with us.

Perhaps it is me who is unlovable, I worry.

It’s a dreadful thought. I hope that it isn’t the case. I hope the two princes I’m arranged to marry do not feel that way about me. More than anything, I hope that they are just as unhappy with this situation and therefore empathize with my hesitance to do certain…things that married people must do.

I’m not ready for any of that!

I finish brushing my hair before the stress makes me brush the strands into a static electric mess, and I stand up.

“Good, you’re ready. I want you to appear eager,” the queen says, and when her eyes take me in, she grimaces. “Smile, you aren’t being led to slaughter.” There’s almost laughter in her voice, but I can’t help notice how it seems to hide…disgust.

I don’t want to think such horrid thoughts about my mother, especially not when she’s bringing a peaceful compromise to a nation I will one day rule. I don’t want war, I don’t want famine.

Marriage is a small price to pay to save untold lives of my future subjects.

I smooth my hands over my brocade and jeweled gown, so lavish that I was afraid to put it on. It took two handmaidens to cinch me.

What if it takes two princes to un-cinch the dress? My face heats at the idea, and I’m horrified.

I keep walking forward, leaving my chambers and heading to the grand ballroom of the palace I’ve always called home. I feel as though I’m in a foreign land, though the princes have both come here in order to agree to wed me. Though there are many customs and traditions that are often neglected in these modern times, it seems none will be when it comes to this arrangement.

I can barely breathe thinking about what little I do know about the different ceremonies. I’m terrified of the betrothal ceremony, and it is the first and possibly least frightening of them all. It doesn’t involve more touching than a holding of hands, if I remember the protocol correctly, and that can’t be so bad.

But then I see them both.

Wow. Just wow.

These two princes are stunning in the pictures that I’ve seen, and when I see them in person I know that those photographs do them no justice. They are so attractive that it almost hurts my eyes. Like, I’m saying this, the person who cares nothing about dating and has had zero interest in men. But they are outstandingly, incredibly attractive. Broad shoulders, strong chests, and chiseled abs I can see defined through their shirts. Charming smiles and sensual eyes; even their jawlines are godlike.

My body is utterly betraying me right now, because I feel a dampness in my panties that shocks me. I’m wet. I never get wet, especially not just seeing a man…or two.

Aaaand I’d hoped that we wouldn’t even work on an heir till later. I know that there are ceremonies—not unlike this betrothal ceremony, but GOD, I am going to have to sleep with both of them… Now I’m not too worried about it.

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Lucy

My small apartment feels safe to me now because I don’t want to leave the four tiny walls of my bedroom.

Not dressed the way I am. The scent of freshly laundered clothes clings to my nostrils, and sets me further on edge, rather than comfort me. I can’t feel at ease leaving home with what I'm about to do.

I can't possibly do this. I won't. That’s what I try and tell myself, because accepting this is hard to do. I grew up without role models. Without parents, for much of my life. No one tried to instill a sense of self-worth in me because no one was around to do it. The remaining members of my family all died in a family reunion house fire, but I'm still fighting the battle to have dignity and to maintain it despite any challenges that life throws my way. And if I do this thing for which I’m preparing, I lose any thread of that integrity I’d hoped to retain.

But I have to think about why I’m doing this. Why it matters more that I give up my self-worth. I'm doing this for my brother. He’s spiraled down as far as I can stand to see him go. The truth is, his drug and alcohol and gambling problems are already so out of control, I don’t know if there’s any further down he can fall. Me? I have almost nothing. In fact, all I have is him. So this is the sacrifice I make because my integrity matters less to me than my brother’s life. If I don’t save him, he'll die. And because I'm poor, and I have nothing but a dead-end diner job, and because I’m not sure what the hell else I want from life, I'm in the unique position of having just one thing to give.

I’m a virgin. I can give my virginity to one of the most notoriously ruthless, cutthroat casino owners that my brother owes the most money to. Giancarlo Sandoval is a notorious womanizer if the rumors are to be believed. I hope they are, because I’m hanging all my hope on it. The tang of fear is sliding down my throat with the chemical sweetness of lipstick further turning my stomach.

Rapping my fingernails nervously on the old wood of my vanity table one last time, I take a final look at myself in the mirror's reflection. I hope that I’ve done a good enough job with this makeup, and with this outfit, to catch his eye and make him consider my offer.

If I knew better what men wanted, I might not still be a virgin. The truth is I’ve never taken a real interest in men, in sex, or even in makeup or looking all that attractive.

Trying to help my brother has consumed the last seven years of my life, and now it has come to this. I’m staring at my too-pale face in the mirror, eyes ringed with more eyeliner and eyeshadow than it has seen in all the previous years of my life combined. A blazing red lipstick coats my lips with a luster that says ‘pay attention to me’ when all I’ve been content to do in the past was to go unnoticed. I smack my lips together, then make a kissy pout to the mirror.

I think I look exactly like someone trying to look desirable. I hope that reads well when Giancarlo sees me. I want to look the right amount of desperate, so that he’ll know I’m really willing to go this far. Hopefully, he’ll keep his word if I get him to entertain my offer.

I run my fingers through my hair one more time, tousling it so that I know it looks as good as it possibly can. I have my hair down in cascading auburn waves, the ringlets actually framing my face instead of being in their usual ponytail.

Looking over my reflection as if I’m looking at someone else, the hollow smile I spread over my face is as empty as I feel. Standing, I think about how I need to be strong. The time to be disgusted by my plan is ending now. Now I’m walking out of my apartment, and into Giancarlo Sandoval’s casino. Now, I’m the girl who’s going to try as hard as she can to strike a deal. I can’t be focusing on how badly I don’t want to do this.

The truth is that I don’t want to do this, but I also don’t want to suffer any of the consequences of not trying. I have nothing else to consider.

When I discovered my brother’s ledger, I was horrified by the story the numbers told. I saw the names, and after Googling for confirmation, I saw that all of these men owned casinos. I knew Tommy gambled. Tommy gambled, drank, slept with a ton of girls, and did whatever drugs came along for the ride. And he’d stopped working a long time ago. When he was doing well, he had tried to shower me with gifts. He bought me this vanity, telling me in one sober moment that he remembered our mother having one like it. But when things weren’t going well, he was scribbling in that ledger he kept in a small memo pad in his coat. His hair was too greasy and unkempt, and he stayed drunk, or high, or both. When he passed out in my bathroom, that ledger had fallen out of his pocket.

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Derek

"You're a feisty fucking one, aren't you?" I smile.

Without answering, she bats her eyelashes and tugs the zipper of my pants down in one quick movement. The force of it makes my cock twitch.

There's a shrill metallic zing, and before I know it, her hand is on my cock. The suddenness of it all makes me fucking hard.

"What's your name, kitten?" I ask, running my fingers through her wavy auburn hair. Although I'm not sure why I even asked. Let's face it; I don't give a fuck about her name. I won't remember it.

Tomorrow she'll be just another face. Interns are all the same—young, and eager to please, and I see a perfect pair of tits and ass in front of me that I plan on fucking faster than you can read this page.

"Mandy," she replies, "My name is Mandy. Mandy Johnson.”

Well Mandy Johnson can spend some time stroking my fucking johnson. She pulls down my boxer briefs, and as soon as she does, my cock springs free and slaps her across the face. It takes her by surprise, and I don't blame her.

This 12-inch pussy-pleasing fuck stick is a lot to take in.

Go ahead. Take a good, long look.

Don't be shy.

Impressed? I thought so. I'm the entire package—8-pack abs, blue eyes hotter than a bolt of lightning, and a chiseled physique—and not just the regular oh my god he’s so ripped kind of chiseled. No. I make most of the fucking guys on romance novels on your e-reader look fucking obese I’m so fucking cut. Naughty Angel Publishing wanted me on their covers but I said hell no.

Let’s not forget my money. More fucking wealth than most people know what to do with.

You’re either intrigued or you’re rolling your eyes. Thinking you heard this all before. You seen this all before.

I got just one thing to say.

I’m just getting started, darlin'.

While Mandy's on her knees, I reach down and work my fingers through her hair some more. The smell of her shampoo fills the space between us like a bouquet of roses. Once I have a fistful of her hair in my hand, I yank her head back.

"You want this, don't you kitten?"

"More than you know, Mr. Stackford," she purrs.

"Tell me how much you want my cock."

I want to hear those words spill off her lips, but instead of answering, she gives me a wicked smile and opens her mouth wide.

Fuck. That's the only answer I need.

I watch as she parts those moist, red lips of hers, and as soon as she does, I grab my cock and bounce the tip against her tongue. She grabs it and guides it into her mouth, taking me in until I feel my cock press against the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck, that's it," I moan. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

She works my cock, increasing her pace, and then reaches for my balls, tugging on them in between her delicate fingers. My cock looks massive against her small hand, and that just makes me harder.

Her tits are spilling out of her low-cut shirt and I slide my hands over those two perfect scoops, pinching her nipples in between my fingers. She's moaning and working my cock faster now, but I pull it out of her mouth with a wet popping sound.

"Bend over," I say, pointing to my desk.

She complies, and I lift up her skirt.

The phone on my desk is ringing, but I ignore it. Whoever it is that needs me right now can wait. I have more important things to attend to right now.

Being the founder of Stackford Capital, a high-risk brokerage firm on Wall Street, has its perks—namely that I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want … and I do it well.

I've made this firm, and the people in it, so much money we could wallpaper your house in hundred dollar bills without blinking an eye, if you wanted us to.

“I want you inside of me," Mandy moans, looking back at me. I grin and press my hand against her wet pussy, and then yank down her thong.

She's gripping the edge of my desk in both hands. I can almost feel her anticipation building.

I push a finger inside of her pussy, sliding it all the way in, hitting her G-spot.

She's moaning and rocking her ass back and forth, inviting me in.

I grin, and with a forceful thrust, I push my cock inside of Mandy.

"Deeper," she moans, lifting one leg on top of the desk, giving me unrestricted access.

"Be careful what you wish for," I smile, and thrust into her so deep her toes curl.

"Yes, oh yes," she purrs.

"Fuck," I moan, as I feel my muscles begin to tense under the hot wave of desire coursing through my entire body. Any minute now, I'm going to explode.

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