He chuckled softly, rising from his chair and prowling toward me like a lion to its prey. The arrogant look was back in full force, and the stubborn part of me wanted to wipe it off his face. I jerked my arms and twisted my wrists, trying to loosen the ties.

“Look at those tits bounce. I think I’ll fuck them first.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I asked on the edge of pleading.

He stood at the side of the bed, taking his fill of my body laid out like a sacrificial virgin on the fluffy white bedding.

“I know you want me,” he started, holding up his hand to halt any denial I was ready to shout. “And I am uncharacteristically desperate to have you.”

My rebuttal died in my throat at the confusion marring his face when he confessed how out of character it was for him.

“And I know what you’ll say. Performers can’t sleep with customers, but I have approval.”

He tugged a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it before holding it up for me to read.

If you want it, go for it. -D

Daniel. He’d gone to Daniel all so he could be with me. Despite how hard I attempted to shut him down—despite how many times I walked away, delivering blow after blow to his ego—he still kept coming.

Warmth bloomed in my chest. Many men had wanted me and tried to take me home from Voyeur, but none had put in any work to have me. It almost felt like Atlas had gone to my father for permission, like some archaic belief that women could be traded without consent. I wanted to laugh, but it turned me on too much.

He tossed the note away and leaned over to brush the stray strands of hair off my face. Without touching me, he placed both hands on the bed on either side of my body and pinned me with his stare. “So, what will it be? And before you answer, know that if you agree, we will be finishing this time. No running.”

My pussy ached—but so did my chest, and that was causing the most hesitation.

If you want it, go for it.

And I wanted it. So bad.

No running.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His smile was slow, baring his teeth like an animal, and I couldn’t wait for him to eat me alive.

6. Atlas

Chapter 6

Atlas

“I’m going take you every way you tried to deny me before. I’m going to make you scream. Over and over and over again,” I promised. “But first, I want your fucking mouth.”

She lifted her head off the mattress, getting as close as her restraints would allow. “Then take it.”

“So, sassy with those pouty lips. I can’t wait to watch them stretch around my cock and hear them beg for more.”

“We’ll see.”