Serving Mr. Serrano

"I imagine the idea of making a woman like me bend to your will must be quite exciting."

He licks his lips, as though the idea was very tempting indeed. Against my better judgement, my gaze drops to his mouth and I briefly consider what it would feel like to have those lips on me. That same, thick, tattooed finger under my chin, tilting my head back so I'm forced to look at him.

"So you're offering to be my peace? An outlet for the rage?"; he asked, getting back on track. I notice how he doesn't touch on the unhappiness bit, but I keep that to myself.

"I'm offering you my body. If having your way with me can be an outlet for your rage, and you're able to find peace between my legs, then that's a bonus for you."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and my p***y weeps, dampening the crotch of my lace underwear.

"I think I'm going to like f*****g you very much, Eden."

***

They say to never mix business with pleasure.

But what if pleasure is my business?

The arrangement was simple enough.

Fifty thousand cromas for one night with the most dangerous man in the country. For me, this was just business as usual, and Mr. Serrano was more than happy to pay thrice my usual rate for what would undoubtedly be a memorable night

Except... there's just something about Eden that keeps me going back for more. Maybe it's her courage, that mischievous glint in her eye. Or perhaps it's the way she looks at me as if she sees all my demons and isn't afraid to tangle with them.

Whatever it is, serving Mr. Serrano adds more complications to my life than I need at the moment. But how on earth do I get him to let go when he's already claimed me as his?