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I replayed Stefan’s words in my mind, hearing him demand me to come on command. My legs began to shake and the urge to buck hit me hard. But I needed more. Faster and deeper I drove, angling the cigar’s abrasive skin against my g-spot as I pumped. Copper coated the tip of my tongue, alerting me of how hard I’d bitten my lip. That one pinch of pain was all I needed to jump off the cliff, releasing my cries of ecstasy as I came all over his desk. He stood, pumping the last of his orgasm across both of my thighs.
    The warmth of his cum sent my mind spiraling into turmoil. I was livid that I’d actually gotten off so hard, and ashamed that it’d been in front of someone other than Stefan. It disgusted me that I now wore his excitement on my skin, knowing it didn’t belong there. I hated myself for what I’d done. No…I loathed myself. But I couldn’t retreat now. I couldn’t rewind time and take it all back. I had to protect my family, and if I couldn’t use money or my brain to do it, then I’d have to use the only asset I had left. I had to use my pussy—use sex —to do it. I couldn’t afford to let the guilt over my betrayal to Stefan get in the way of saving my brother, no matter how much it ate at me inside. I had no other choice .
    I pushed myself up and off of the desk, pulling my skirt back into place. I didn’t give a shit that his disgusting cum was left smeared along my thighs. I was done, I was over it, and I just wanted his agreement so that I could leave. His pants were still unzipped, and he held his softening cock in his hand. I ignored it as I narrowed my eyes, wearing my best poker face, and asked, “Deal?”
    He smirked as he brought his face close to mine.
    I stopped him with my hand on his chest, turning my cheek to him. “No kissing— ever .”
    “Fine with me, kitty.” He stood and pushed his cock back into his pants.
    “My name’s Jordana, and I’m not your kitty.” I grabbed my bag from the seat by the door, ready to march out. I wanted his agreement to use me as payment so I could get the hell out and prepare myself for what may lay ahead of me.
    His laugh echoed in the small space, making me question my decision once more. I had to shake those doubts away and remind myself of whom I am: Jordana Albanese, the woman capable of bringing grown men to their knees with a whispered promise of spending a night between my legs. I’d done it before, and I could do it again. If only I’d stop thinking of Stefan and my guilt for going behind his back.
    Before putting the cigar in his suit jacket, Zeke ran it beneath his nose, taking in a full whiff of my scent I’d left behind. “Oh, Jordana. You’re mine this week. At my beck and call. You will stay at my fuck house. You will not leave until our time has expired, and you will be ready for me at all times.” His eyes were glazed over by the remnants of lust, but that didn’t hide the darkness in their depths. “Oh, and you’re not to wash that cunt before seeing me again. One hour. I expect you at this address.”
    I took the offered paper and suppressed an internal groan.
    “Oh, and kitty …the Giannottis own the entire condo. If your game is to do more than be my fuck for the week, I highly suggest you rethink that idea,” he threatened with a sneer.
    I rolled my eyes, but not before red shamed my face. The door slammed behind me, and I could hear his repulsive laugh all the way down the steps. My heart mimicked the rapid clicks of my heels on the tile beneath my feet, pounding away in my chest.
    What did I just do?
    Saved your family, that’s what.

Disappearing for a week. No contact. My finger hovered over the send button for a solid two minutes before finally pressing it. I knew it would elicit a response from him . My message had been deliberate…purposely keeping it vague. I didn’t know how to explain it to him, but at the same time, I knew I needed to tell him something instead of just disappearing without a