Hanna
"Please," Angelo begged. "Tell me, how much? I'll pay any price for you. I want you," he added as he hovered over me. I pressed my hand against his chest as the scent of alcohol reached up to my nostrils.
"You can't buy me; I am not w***e!" I exclaimed quietly. We were in the corner of the bar, just outside the restrooms. If I had known that he would be drinking, I wouldn't have come here.
Alcohol raises the worse of desires.
"But you're dressed like one. Don't lie," he smiled as his hands lingered around my waist and my breasts. He backed me up to a wall and jailed me in his warmth.
A tingling sensation raced through me as his hands swarmed down my body.
"I'm not a w***e and you're drunk, we aren't doing anything." I clearly stated.
He pouted and moved back, "You're a b***h,"
