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My hair was fully brushed, leaving the curls fluffy and frizzy. I had an expensive dress on, with hair in completely disarray. I switched on the shower and draped the dress over the counter, not wanting to get it wet by leaving it on the floor. Everything I saw in this man's house was lavish. If I wanted to remain on his good side, I had to respect his need to have everything perfect, starting with myself. I stepped under the heavy stream, washing off the smell of arousal.
He held me captive physically, but my pleasure needed to belong to me and me alone. I didn't want to share that with him, and if he were to take me again—which he probably would—I needed to erect an iron shield, fortifying myself from him. I just had to get my traitorous pussy on board.
My fingers easily combed through the soft strands of my hair, lathered in the conditioner. I was in the eye of the hurricane, and that was reminder enough about the chaos that surrounded me. I took a small breath in and switched off the shower, smiling at having another soft towel to cocoon me. Hints of his teakwood scent were mixed with the smell of fresh laundry. I pulled it up to my nose, breathing it in. I wanted to get used to this, but I couldn't allow myself to.
My lip stung from chewing on it, and I glanced at the dress splayed over the counter neatly. I could either put that on or hunt down something comfortable. I didn't know if I would be able to sleep, but I should take advantage of his soft sheets. I’d never had a mattress even one-hundredth of a fraction as expensive as his. The beds I’d had were always lumpy, with the springs pressing into my aching muscles. When I became homeless, cardboard and newspapers were almost better.
I opened the door and peeked outside to find the room empty. Using it to my advantage, I decided to dig through his drawers for the perfect pajamas. I settled on a long shirt that draped down to my mid-thighs, wanting to control when and how he took me again. It was inevitable that he would fuck me, and if I prepared myself, then this time, it would hurt less. Maybe I could use him for an orgasm.
I stretched out on his bed, burying myself under the satin sheets. The room was expansive and decorated with minimalist tastes. A single security camera was mounted in the corner of the room, facing the bed. That was how he must have known I was out of the shower earlier.
I wondered if he was watching me. Was I being played on his computer screen? My pulse picked up a notch as I stared at the lens of the camera. An imaginative glare pinned me to the bed, commanding me to behave. My stomach quivered as I nibbled on my lower lip. I’d heard of women using their bodies as a weapon. Could I do the same?
The tips of my fingers tingled slightly when I rubbed them over the top of the sheets. The room slowly began to shrink in on me as I looked skeptically around, trying to gather strength from the warmth flowing through my veins. I hesitantly filled my lungs, flinging the sheets off to expose my bare legs. The cool air chilled my skin, making my gooseflesh worse.
I exhaled my breath and gave myself the best pep talk I could.
Okay, Emily, you are a strong, independent woman… Sure, you may have ended up homeless and eaten out of a trash can a few hundred times, but you can do this. One more deep breath, and then show him what you are made of. Unleash your innerPretty Womanon his ass.
My hands slowly caressed up my thighs, pushing up the long shirt. My breath stuck in my throat as I fixed my eyes on the lens, pretending he was staring down at me. My breaths were short, and my hands shook lightly, leaving me wondering if I should pretend no one was watching me. I wanted to regain the power he took from me. Doing this wouldn't take it all back, but it would be a start. The hope of making him want me empowered me to push forward. A jolt of electricity lit up my core.
The ceiling fan spun, blowing air over my exposed center. I parted my pussy, circling around my clit. Not wanting to wait to get wet, I lifted one of my hands to my mouth, sliding three fingers between my lips. Opening wide, I pulled them free, allowing a string of saliva to trail from my fingers to my chest. It left a line of wetness leading all the way to my sex.
It was now or never, so I shoved the slick digits inside, grimacing at the burn. The faint red light of the camera taunted me, driving me to twist my fingers and arch my back. My palm pressed against my clit, and I pulled out to thrust back in. A quiet moan escaped at the slap against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I raised the borrowed shirt with my free hand to expose my breasts and flicked at my nipples, wanting him to see that only I knew how to pleasure my body. What he did earlier was nothing compared to what I could do.
If I was going to use my sex as a weapon, I was going to be lethal.
Chapter 7
Liam
"This will take all night, dipshit," Connor grumbled, running his hand through his short hair and taking a ridiculously large swallow of whiskey.
If he stopped drinking so much, he would be less agitated all the time. I rolled my head back, stretching my neck to try to release the burden he hefted on me. I tilted my pen to align it with the paperwork, readying myself to be done for the night. My brother's insistent need to whine was making my temples ache.
I smelled like a brothel, and that could be because a porn studio wasn't far from one. I just wanted to get home and wash the day off me. When I first introduced the idea of owning a legal studio, my father wanted to shrug it off, but it helped with a front for our girls. We filed a lot of our taxes from our escorts through the studio, and it was easier to make sense of the income they brought in with porn versus opening up a restaurant. With specialty props shipped in from manufacturers for filming, we had a reason to use shipping containers to bring or send out our auctioned girls. It wasn’t our only front, but it was our easiest one.
"We will finish this up later." I sighed in exasperation. I was going to explode if I had to listen to him complain for the rest of the evening. He wanted to blame everyone but himself and never accepted any fault for his actions.
"This is your job, anyway," he replied, snarling under his breath while tapping his phone, which lay on the desk. He carelessly scrolled through his cell until moans suddenly flooded the speakers connected to his Bluetooth. His eyes bulged.
I shot up from my seat, looking over to see what was playing. Penny, his new guest, was lying on his bed, legs spread, with her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. My brother's eyes darkened with lust, while I smirked at her amateur acting skills.What was this little doll up to?
I hid my smile and sat back down, pretending to rub at my cock to get a rise out of him. His jaw ticked while he glared up at me with dark eyes. I bit my lip, forcing myself to hide a smirk. He was easy to mess with, and part of that was because we were twins. The other was because it was all a lie, no matter how much he pretended to be big, bad, and tough. He was sensitive, like a loaf of Hawaiian rolls.
"You like the sound of my new toy, brother?" he asked, shaking off the dark gleam in his eye.
"She seems like she would be better used as a pawn and not sold off to a competitor," I answered, knowing he wanted acceptance for auctioning her off, but I didn't want to give that to him.
He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of his chest. His shirt wrinkled, making my eyes twitch at his lack of dry cleaning.
"I'm her handler. You can't assume you know her from one glimpse. It’s sloppy to do that.” He straightened his shoulders, cocking his head at me.
“She would make a good porn star with her acting,” I whispered under my breath, so he couldn't hear me.
"What was that?" he snapped, leaning forward and silencing the moaning on the speakers. The only reason he’d kept it on this long was to brag. I wondered if he would ever grow out of his need to show off.
