Yours For A Price

Chapter 5

Just One Night.

Bella's POV:

His eyes burned into me, sharp and relentless, until I thought I’d combust under the weight of that stare.

“Come with me,” he said, not a question, not even a suggestion. A command.

My heart stuttered. “Where?”

He tilted his head slightly, that cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “Somewhere I can actually taste you without an audience.”

The words punched the air from my lungs. I should have said no. I should have walked away, told him to shove his arrogance and his money. Instead, I found myself following when he reached for my hand – large, warm, his grip firm as though he already owned me.

We slipped out of the club like shadows, the pounding bass fading into the distance as he led me through the midnight streets. A sleek black car idled at the curb, driver already waiting. He opened the door for me, and for one reckless, suspended second, I froze.

This was it, the choice, the line.

“Just one night” I thought to myself. “What could possibly go wrong?”

I slid inside.

The interior smelled of leather and something distinctly him – rich, intoxicating, dangerous. He joined me, his thigh brushing mine as the door shut with a finality that made my stomach drop. The city lights flickered through the tinted glass as the car pulled away, carrying us deeper into the night.

Neither of us spoke. He didn’t need to. His hand found mine again, thumb tracing my knuckles with maddening patience, as though he already knew what the silence was doing to me.

When the car finally stopped, we were in front of a towering hotel, the kind of place with doormen in crisp uniforms and chandeliers glittering through glass doors. He stepped out first, then offered his hand like some dark prince tempting me into ruin.

My knees trembled as I took it.

Inside, everything smelled of polished marble and money. We bypassed the front desk – of course he already had a suite waiting. The elevator ride was endless, tension thick enough to choke on. I couldn’t stop staring at his reflection in the mirrored walls – sharp and chiseled jaw, eyes that never wavered from mine, that faint smirk carved like he already knew how this night would end.

When the doors slid open, he guided me down a hushed corridor, stopping at the last suite. His keycard slid, the lock clicked, and he pushed the door open.

The room was breathtaking – floor-to-ceiling windows spilling city lights across velvet and gold. His hotel suite was glass and marble, with a view that looked like it owned the entire city. I didn't ask for his name and he didn’t ask for mine again. And that made it easier. If I was going to sell the only untouched part of myself, I didn’t want love poems and candlelight.

I wanted to forget.

The king-sized bed waited in the center like a promise.

I turned to him, heart slamming against my ribs.

His gaze dragged over me, slow, deliberate, devouring. Then he stepped closer, voice low and lethal.

“You can still back out.”

The words were a lifeline, yet they wrapped around me like a snare. I swallowed hard, my pulse thrumming so loud I wondered if he could hear it.

I faced him, chin high. “Just take off your suit.” I whispered, though my voice trembled.

His jaw flexed, like he was fighting some invisible restraint. “You don’t know what you’re offering me, little one.”

“Then show me,” I said, surprising even myself.

Something dark flickered in his eyes, hunger laced with danger. He reached up, tracing the line of my cheek with the back of his knuckles, so gently it made me shiver.

“You’ll regret this,” he warned, but his mouth brushed the shell of my ear, betraying his restraint.

“Maybe,” I breathed, leaning into the heat of him. “But not tonight.”

His low laugh was wicked, vibrating against my skin. In the next heartbeat, his hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him.

The air between us snapped like a wire pulled too tight. The bed was only a few step away, but it already felt like I had crossed the point of no return.

Every button was a whisper. Every brush of fabric over skin was a promise. My breath hitched when he slid the silver straps of my dress off my shoulders and watched it fall to the floor. Uncovering my balls and flawless skin.

They were cute and lovely, looking like little rounded oranges. Just the size he was looking for. The ones not too big or too small but perfect!

"f**k!" He groaned and slowly placed his lips on them without giving me a signal. His teeth bit on them, roughly making me moan even when I didn't want to.

He breaks the sucking on my boobs and looks at my face.

"Bad girl, you enjoy it don't you".

I didn't want to answer, I never wished to say yes but what about the money?, I was only doing this for the money, to please the man standing before me, staring lustfully at me

I nodded.

"Good girl". "I promise to be gentle with you", he said, and I responded by only nodding my head again.

The man continued to suck abruptly on my breast like he was the rightful owner. He loves the way I moan, my body is so sensitive to his touch that he never wants this moment to end. He increases the sensation, more that drives me nuts.

He didn’t rush, he didn’t pounce. He just looked at me like I was art.

And then he kissed me.

God – he kissed like sin. Like he knew how to ruin and make you beg for more. His hands roamed down my back, cupping my ass, lifting me into him like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gasping into his mouth when he ground against me, still fully clothed.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured against my neck.

“I’m not scared,” I lied.

“I know,” he said. “You’re excited.”

He laid me out on the bed like a gift he was about to unwrap. My breath hitched when he spread my thighs and pressed a single kiss to the inside of my knee. He trailed up, maddeningly slow – inner thigh, hip bone, stomach, breast.

“I’m going to make you come before I ever touch you with my c**k,” he whispered.

And he did.

My body shook, muscles trembling, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Every nerve in me was lit on fire, and I couldn’t remember how to breathe without moaning. My skin burned wherever he touched me, and I thought I might actually combust under the intensity of it.

When he finally lifted his head, I expected him to climb on top of me. To finish what he’d started. But instead, he lingered, hovering just above me, his chest rising and falling as though he was trying to calm himself.

His hands rested firmly on either side of my hips, caging me in. Not forcefully. Not aggressively. Just… undeniably. Like he already knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

He dragged his mouth up my stomach, over my chest, across my throat – and then paused, hovering just above my lips.

His breathing was rough. Too rough. Like he was barely holding himself together.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered.

I blinked. “Like what?”

He laughed low, dark, almost pained, shaking his head.

“Like you trust me.”

The words hit me like fire through ice. I opened my mouth to answer, but he didn’t wait.

His hand slid down my thigh, gripping me and pulling me flush against him. My gasp was involuntary, our bodies pressing together in a way that left no room for hesitation.

His forehead pressed to mine.

“Tell me to slow down,” he whispered.

I didn't.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and dangerous. His eyes darkened, wild and hungry, and then he murmured, voice low and raw:

“Perfect. I was hoping you wouldn’t.”

He lined himself against me—and then suddenly froze. Every muscle locked tight. His jaw flexed. His breath hitched. His eyes closed as if he were fighting something inside himself.

“f**k…” he whispered. “You feel like… you feel too good. I’m going to… Jesus.”

I felt the tremor in him. His control was slipping. Every second pressed the tension higher, hotter, unbearable.

Then he jerked his head up, eyes wide and wild, staring into mine.

“Baby…” he rasped, voice shaking, “…if you don’t stop me right now, I’m going to ruin you.”

The hell. I needed the money so how am I supposed to tell him to stop.

I didn’t tell him to stop. I can't.

And that was the moment everything changed.