Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
His cock jerked even harder, his balls drawing up. Damn, this woman would give him a run for his money, would probably fuck his brains out. He had to have her, and he had no shame.
She turned her back toward him, and he took a moment to appreciate the view. She had a nice, big ass, round and juicy, and had enough meat on it that when he had his cock deep in her cunt he had something to hang on to.
“Not even for, say, ten grand?”
He could see her tense, knew he’d gotten under her skin. Mayhem picked up his shot and tossed it back, watching as she turned around slowly to face him.
“What?” She sounded like she had to force that word out.
“You heard me.” Despite the loud music, laughter, and talking all around them, he heard her clearly and knew she heard him just fine, as well.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she said between her clenched teeth. He spotted her hands tightening into little fists, and he smirked again. She wanted to hit him.
He’d give her credit for having the strength to want to go up against him, but no one got a hit in on Mayhem. Now, if she wanted a little slap and tickle, he wouldn’t mind leaving some handprints on that pretty skin of hers, but it would be on his terms and his alone.
“It doesn’t matter who I am because I’m pretty fucking sure I’m the only one who can help you.”
Her face turned red with anger. She looked around the bar, and he saw her throat move as she swallowed. “I don’t need your help, because I have a feeling you’re the type of man that wants something in return I’m not willing to give.”
“How do you know I’m not just a nice guy and would give you the money? Maybe I just want to help out a damsel in distress.”
She snorted and crossed her arms under her breasts. Her tits popped out, her cleavage on display. “You must think I’m a fucking moron.”
No, he thought the farthest from that. Mayhem leaned forward, his shirt riding up his biceps and looked at her right in the eyes. “You’re right. Ain’t nothing for free in this world, baby.”
She swallowed again and shook her head. “I don’t need it that badly.”
Liar.
He could see the hesitation on her face, see the way her mouth parted, her pulse beat rapidly at the base of her throat. “You’re a fucking liar, but if you want to pretend it’s all good…” he said, not finishing the sentence.
He might be playing it off like he didn’t give a shit, like he didn’t care if she didn’t want to take him up on his offer, but the truth was, Mayhem wanted to demand she give it up to him, order her to take the deal. Like he said, he was a real piece of work, and that wasn’t a good thing.
“You don’t know anything about me.” She tried to sound strong, but he caught the tremor in her voice. “I’m not some whore who can be bought.”
He shrugged, finished off his shot, and looked her right in the eyes. “Not even for your brother?” He let those words hang in the air between them. “And you wouldn’t be a whore. You’d be mine. Only mine.”
“Because you bought me. Paid for the chance to fuck me?” Butters stated it like a question, but he could tell she already knew the answer to it.
“Yes.”
She gaped at him. Mayhem didn’t mince words, didn’t dance around things. He made his point, and that was the end of it, like it or not.
“You want the money, it comes with a price.”
“And what price would that be exactly?” Despite the fact people were all around them, it felt like it was just the two of them, like they were in some kind of showdown and he was waiting for her to draw.
She shook her head. “I can’t be bought.”
He grabbed a napkin and reached out and took the pen from the pocket on her apron, which had her eyes widening and her taking a step back. He smirked again and wrote down his number on the napkin.
“You smarten up and change your mind, hit me up,” he said and pushed the napkin toward her. Mayhem looked at her for another second and got up and left.
She was strong, but he’d seen the hesitation in her eyes. He knew she was desperate.
He just had to have patience until then.
Desperation made people do things they wouldn’t normally agree to, and that’s what he was counting on.
Chapter
Four
The bar was closed, the last drunken asshole having been kicked out by Jorro, the bar’s bouncer who was usually just as drunk as the customers by the end of the night. Butters hated that all she’d been able to focus on was Mayhem’s offer.