My eyes couldn’t stop looking at her condescending half smile. Mocking me. Belittling me. Half smiles were lazy. They were fake. Either smile with your f**king soul or don’t bother.
Probably why I hadn’t smiled since I was six. My soul was dead.
I’d had enough. Anger frothed in my blood, and I needed her beneath me. No more f**king games.
“I don’t just want any woman. I want you. So stop f**king me around. Name your price and I’ll pay it.”
I may own a mansion and a tempting club, but I hadn’t shared my bed with anyone. Sure, I’d f**ked before, but never had the responsibility or pleasure of sleeping beside another. To sleep with someone was the sign of ultimate trust. To be defenceless in the presence of another? No. It wasn’t an option with my past.
Zel pursed her lips, not saying a word.
“Give in. This is one business transaction I’ll win, dobycha.”
“Whatever you’re calling me. Stop it,” she snarled, her eyes lighting with green fire. “Don’t call me that.”
Her strength and blatant disregard of my request stoked my temper until my body ran hot with feral energy. I wanted this woman to fear me, yet she stood regal and taunting—untouchable.
My eyes fell to her br**sts, rising and falling rapidly. “This could’ve been so simple. I’m not asking to hurt you. I’m asking to give you pleasure while taking my own and pay you a handsome sum.” I licked my lips loving the tightness in my belly and pangs in my cock. “I need to f**k you, and the more you fight the worse it gets.”
I moved forward and captured her chin, holding her tight. The intense spark between us returned like a lightning bolt, whizzing and searing, turning my f**king thoughts to mush.
Goddammit, I wanted her.
Her skin glistened, mouth parted. The angry flush faded only to be replaced with colour full of erotic need. I dropped my hand from her chin to her breast.
She froze even as her back arched, forcing more flesh into my palm. Rage battled with flaming lust in her eyes, and I forgot how to f**king breathe as I fondled her, completely consumed by the way her nipple hardened and peaked.
The argument and refusal only hiked my need. My head filled with images of how wet she’d be, how soft she’d feel, how sweet she’d taste.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’ll pay you one hundred thousand dollars.”
Her mouth plopped wide; she didn’t breathe.
I had a sudden psychotic urge to kiss her. Every second I spent touching her brought me back to life, wrenching me from the bones and ashes of my past. She was ambrosia, utopia—a cure.
Fuck, I couldn’t wait much longer. I’d take her over the balcony in full view of the fighters below if she refused. Closing my eyes briefly, I muttered one word but it throbbed with everything I needed. “Please…”
Zel sucked in a shaky breath, her breast still hot in my hand. “One hundred thousand dollars? To do what exactly?”
I had no idea.
Suck my cock; let me do untold things to you. Let me touch you. Fuck you.
A plan formed rapidly in my head. I could keep her for a certain amount of time. By locking her into a contract it would give me time to figure out what the f**k I was doing.
“One month. You’d stay here. With me.”
A thrill of fear shot through me at the thought of her sleeping beside me. Precautions would have to be taken, but it was doable.
Her eyes dropped to my scar, before looking away, denying me access to her thoughts.
That pissed me off. I dropped my hand, letting her breast go. “Scars aren’t contagious, dobycha.”
She shook her head. “Scars aren’t contagious, but your craziness is. What makes you think you can wave money in my face, and I’ll spread my legs for you?”
I crowded her against the glass; my h*ps pulsed needing to collide with hers.
“Because you feel it. If I touched you right now I’d probably find you’re wet for me. And even though I’m crazy, all I want to do is drive deep inside you—I want to worship you in my own way. I want to adore you by touching you, kissing you, biting you.” I dropped my gaze to her lips, loving the swollen pinkness, the tempting glisten. “Forget about everything but how your body feels. Do you want me? Do you want me to release your anger with my tongue?”
Her eyes met mine swimming and slightly vacant with desire. “You’re messing with my head.” She raised her hands to push me away, but I dodged her touch. “You turn me on, I won’t deny that, but I’m not staying here. I can’t.”
“You can because you need the money. I won’t be satisfied with just once. I need to know I can take you whenever I damn well want. I want to own you for thirty days with no limits.”
She wrapped arms around her body, rolling her shoulders. “Why did it have to happen this way?” She looked up to the ceiling as if she could smite fate for landing her in my path. She looked desolate, confused, and sad, so terribly sad.
My heart jerked; I ran a hand through my hair. I was right. She was like me. More than I knew.
“Life hasn’t been kind to you, has it, dobycha?” The angry dominance left my voice, edging toward soft curiosity.
Zel froze. Her teeth clenched; her sadness was replaced with coldness. “That’s none of your business. And stop calling me that.”
“Tell me your name, agree to my terms, and I’ll call you whatever you want.”
She tilted her chin upward. “Fine, if you want to know so badly. My name is Hazel Hunter, and you’re right. If you touched me now you would find I’m wet for you. Wet for the promise of what you offer, for the anticipation of what it would be like, but it doesn’t matter because one, you’re an ass**le, and two, I can’t stay here for a month.”
My c**k lurched, picturing the dampness between her legs.
I didn’t like was her refusal yet again. It was getting f**king tiresome.
My stomach twisted at the thought of taming this woman. She wasn’t walking away. She would stay here a month, and I would get rid of this overwhelming obsession and go back to my sexless lonely life.
“Two hundred thousand.” My voice roughened, already imagining her na**d to feast on. “I’ll give you two hundred thousand for one month of pure access. I want to buy your obedience, your body, your mind. But most of all I want to buy your secrets.”