Page 1 of Broken Rules
PROLOGUE
“Take it off.”
The roughness in his tone creates goosebumps along my skin. His hungry gaze lands on the last article of clothing, my panties merely decoration in his eyes, and I smirk while gliding my fingers along the waistband.
“Do you mean this?” I hook my thumbs inside, watching his every move from the chair across the room as he slowly jerks off.
“I want to taste that pretty cunt of yours while I come.”
“Hm, that’s not part of the gig, Lex.”
He stops his strokes, his dick standing tall as he leans the chair back until it can’t go anymore. “What can I say? I’m not a watch and jerk-off kinda guy. Now, take it off, and sit on my face.”
My gaze moves to the timer. Lennox only applied fifteen minutes this session, which is almost up—quite tempting to give in to his request. Most guys who come to Vivid could care less about getting me off, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to plop onto his lap to ride his thick shaft.
“I can’t.”
Lennox grips his cock, grazing his teeth along his bottom lip as he slaps the head against his abs, then rubs down the length to cup his balls. “This is the hardest I’ve ever been, Peaches, and it’s all for you. It would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
“Go to waste? You really are a cocky bastard.”
“Nothing cocky about knowing what I like, and what I want right now is that lace on the floor and your ass bouncing off my chin.”
I smirk, taking a few steps back until I’m against the wall. “You’ve come to the wrong place then.” Using the tips of my fingers, I trail in between my breasts, tilt my head back and glide my palm up my neck. “Men who enter the box are to watch and only watch.” I suck my middle finger, keeping eye contact as I glide back to my panties, and Lennox hums once I slip my hand inside the black fabric, rubbing my clit. “If you’re staying in the box with me, you gotta follow the rules, just like everyone else.”
His breathing deepens as I run my fingers through my slit, letting out a soft moan, and his eyelids fall heavy while he adjusts his dick. “I’m not like everyone else.”
I stop and stroll to the white line dividing us. “Then who are you, Lex? What makes you any different than the last man who sat in that chair and jerked off while watching me?”
Lennox stands, and my gaze falls to his cock as he steps to the other side. “I’m the guy who’ll come by every day, take every time slot, so no other man gets off in front of you.” He takes hold of my wrist, and my lips part when he sucks my finger. “Mm. I’ll gladly be a greedy bastard when it comes to you.”
Tears threaten to emerge, and I blink them away. “You barely know me.”
“No, I know you—I know the real Evie.My wife.”
The chime from the timer makes my heart leap, and I check the clock, taking a step back. “Time’s up.”
ONE
PERFORMANCE SATISFACTION
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,created through one’s perception—otherwise, beauty doesn’t exist. As a Red Vixen, I’m nothing more than my looks, a man’s most lavish fantasy come to life. Therefore, I only exist through my observer’s eyes. A display for their viewing pleasure while they sit and form concepts full of stereotypes, giving hard-working women a bad reputation in an industry created to entertain adults, many of whom choose not to see past their noses.
I’d rather live in a world where beauty’s insignificant, outside perfection where people accept my ugly, but I learned at a tender age that flaws are a distraction in the way of success. So every day, I hold my head high, play out whatever my beholder desires as they watch, satisfying their needs before going home to their vanilla life, counting down the seconds to come back—they always come back, or else I don’t exist.
“Once more,” Kylo whispers, and I take a heavy breath, licking the fallen tears from my lips. “My job does not define me.” I open my eyes, staring at his dark green gaze in the full-length mirror, and he lifts my chin, making me stand taller, stronger. “Only I can define me.”
“That’s right.” Moving behind me, Kylo rubs my arms as our time together ends. “You did great.”
I smile, nodding before drying my cheeks with my sleeve. “Thank you, Kylo, for taking me sooner and the extra time. This week has been draining, so our session was much needed.”
“Of course. You’re very welcome.”
He gestures for me to leave the guest suite of his cabin, and I go ahead of him, walking toward the front door after spending two days here. The Kylo Kent Experience has a lot to offer—women come to him for intimacy, companionship, and, if the moment arises, sex. However, from my profession, I go to him for the opposite effect. Being explicit all day takes a toll on my mind and body, and every few weeks, I meet with my confidant, who knows what to say to ground me, decompress, and reset. Otherwise, I wouldn’t function.
“Oh, I shared your business card with a friend of mine. I hope that’s okay. She’s been having a hard time, and I believe she’ll benefit from the experience.”
Kylo smiles and leans against the door frame. “If she submits an application online, I’ll review it with my assistant.”
