She smirked. “You don’t look like the monogamous type, Mister Scott.”
“Listen carefully,” I growled, leaning in. “My personal life isn’t up for discussion. Stay the fuck out of it.”
Alexis swallowed hard, nodding as I tightened my grip on her jaw.
“Your business,” I said, enunciating each word, “is to please me. Now show me why I should spend a thousand bucks on you.”
“What would you like me to do?” she asked, glancing at handcuffs and a paddle on the bedside table.
With one swift move, I yanked down the flimsy negligee, breaking the strap. “I want to see all of you.”
Her gasp broke into the room. She scrambled to cover herself, but I caught her throat in one hand and pinned her with a stare as my other hand circled a nipple. “You like men who dominate, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Her nod was shaky.
“You want my cock,” I pressed, dragging my fingers between her thighs and finding her already slick. “Say it. Beg for it.”
“Mister Scott, I want your cock,” she pleaded, her hips straining against my touch.
“Not good enough.” I shoved her back. “On the bed. Spread yourself for me.”
She obeyed, lying across the four-poster and parting herself wide.
I stripped off my shoes, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped, letting her watch as I crawled onto the mattress.
“Tell me what you are,” I rasped, my mouth closing on one tight nipple, tongue circling until she gasped and arched.
“I’m a whore,” she whispered, trembling.
I drove two fingers inside her, fast and unrelenting. “Louder.”
Her cry split the air. “I’m a whore, Mister Scott.”
“Good girl.”
I caught the glint of a syringe in her hand. My voice dropped, deadly calm. “Now, tell me one last thing.”
I seized both wrists, slammed them above her head, and tightened my grip until she screamed. The syringe slipped free, clattering to the floor. She writhed beneath me, body bucking in panic, but I held her down with ease. She was never built to fight a man like me.
I snatched the handcuffs off the bedside table, snapping one around her wrist and locking the other to the heavy bedpost. She thrashed, naked and furious, but she was pinned.
I picked up the syringe as I stood, twirling it between my fingers. “A needle? How original. What’s in it—poison?”
Her lips curled. “Enough to kill you.”
“Nice try, Alexis.” I zipped my pants, buckled my belt, and slid into my shoes with deliberate calm. “Or should I say… Miss Holly James?”
Her eyes widened.
I dug a few pennies from my pocket and tossed them at her bare body, watching them scatter across the sheets. “I wouldn’t waste a dollar on you.”
“You bastard,” she wailed, tears streaking her face.
I smirked. “Already knew that. And I know you’re Saira’s little slut.” I spat, wiping her taste off my mouth like filth.
The door clicked open behind me.
I turned.
