Chapter 1

Iknocked on the heavy hotel door, paint peeling off the metal. With a mechanical click, the door opened and revealed my client for the evening. Blue eyes looked back at me from beneath his dark, graying hair. The sleeves of his pinstripe dress shirt rolled up his wrists, folded neatly above an expensive watch. He was perfection.

He looked like someone who"d be best friends with my father. In fact, he looked hauntingly similar to the man who took my virginity. The close family friend...until my dad found out he obliterated his barely legal daughter's pussy under his own roof.

That man ruined me. He left a meeting with my dad to throw me onto the bed and rip my panties down, which was the cataclysmic excitement I continued to chase. He fucked me with a hunger I hadn't experienced since. As if my pussy were the proverbial fountain of youth. As if he"d stay young forever, as long as he sank inside me. I spent the next twelve years chasing that same high and searching for an orgasm half as good as the one he gave me. How could he look at my father from across the big wooden table and pretend he didn"t have my scent on his fingers or my taste on his tongue? My come drenched his boxers, marked for his wife to find and feel shitty about later.

I was a bad person, and in some ways, I hadn't changed. I still ruined marriages, but now I got paid for it.

The client let me inside the room. The tingling flood of memories gave this client an advantage. He hardly had to work to get me wet enough to fuck.

"What"s your name?"he asked.

"Scarlett. You"re Aaron, right?"

His lips turned down, a frown planted on his face. No one liked to think they didn"t matter, especially when they paid a hefty sum for me to treat them like they did.

"I"m so sorry. You just reminded me of someone," I said.

"Hopefully someone good." His lips shifted into a pinched smile.

Incredible, actually. "Yes, someone very good." I flashed a flirty grin at him, trying to gain his forgiveness. If he didn"t accept my words, he'd accept an apologetic blowjob. I was certain of that.

He wasted no time. He captured me in his grasp, his hands roving over and squeezing every fleshy part of me. I usually asked for money on the dresser first—somewhere between entering the door and reaching the bed—in case I needed to make a quick escape. Something told me this man would have no issue paying...so long as I did as he asked.

There was a knock on the door. My gaze leaped toward it. For the first time that night, fear crept up my thighs. Aaron rolled his sleeves down and went to the door. He stepped aside and let another man into the room.

I wasn"t prepared to take two men at once. The tug and tear of two dicks. Nope, not tonight. Not enough money in the world. "I..." I started, but the simultaneous gazes of the prestigious-looking men shut me up.

They drew out their wallets. The subtle scent of expensive, masculine leather wafted over me. They pulled out hundreds. Hundreds. More money than I"d ever seen fanned from their hands.

"I"m not taking you both at the same time," I said warily.

Aaron laughed and brushed back his hair. "No, you won"t be. Don"t worry. Me and Mr. B here will take good care of you." His words were buttery smooth, and it melted my fear back into the floor.

Mr. B—a man hiding his name—most likely had a Mrs. B at home. He was cute, but not in the same devilishly handsome way as Aaron. He was taller and lankier, with long arms that he kept low at his sides. While he had a slightly receding hairline, his friendly smile was attractive as hell.

Aaron grabbed a small liquor bottle from the mini fridge, tossed it to Mr. B, and pulled out another for himself. He looked at me. "Do you want one?"

I nodded, but what I actually wanted was a bump. I wanted to inhale the shit out of the cheap, cut coke that made me cough. That was what I did. I snorted every dollar my pussy made. From one hole into another. I needed to get fucked up, and itty-bitty bottles of liquor weren"t going to do that for me. It would tease the nerves in my brain, but it wouldn't quiet the hunger. I inhaled, sniffing up the longing.

"Are you implying you want something more, sweety? Something a little less...legal?"

I don't know what made him ask me that. How much did my desire for cocaine cross my face? How much did it infiltrate my expression? Enough, I guess.

Aaron carried both drink bottles to the other side of the room. He searched through a suitcase—the kind you only get when you"ve succeeded as an adult. He pulled out something that looked like a glass urn. Instead of ashes, it was filled with white powder. Drool formed beneath my tongue. He smiled at me and walked by, rubbing my cheek as he passed. He twisted off the cap and poured some of the contents onto the dark, smooth wood of the dresser. The stark contrast between the two colors drew my eyes.

Aaron retrieved a piece of a straw buried within the powder and ran the plastic between the seam of his lips. It was the most sensual thing I"d ever seen, and I wanted him. And the drugs. Not necessarily in that order. He leaned over and inhaled a thick line, rubbing his nose and sniffing. He gestured toward Mr. B, who waved the straw away. I sat like a child waiting to be called upon in class, my feet fidgeting in my shoes. He offered it to me, and I happily took it.

I leaned over, the skirt of my dress riding up and drawing the attention of one of their hands. If I had to guess, it was probably the brazen touch of Aaron. I put the straw in my nose and inhaled the powder.

Oh God, is this what real drugs feel like?

It was smooth, and didn"t attack my nasal passages like the coke I usually snorted. The high felt cleaner. One more thing to chase after. I selfishly inhaled another line as the fabric of my dress lifted and firm hands squeezed my ass.

"I want you to fuck her," came Aaron"s voice behind me. I knew it was him. He radiated confidence. "And I want to watch."

I turned toward him and cocked my head. I had clients who liked to watch, but it was usually as I ate out their wives. I shot a glance toward Mr. B. He'd already unbuttoned his slacks and was working on the zipper. Aaron sat down on an ugly, multi-colored chair. It let out a squeak. Aside from that and the clang of Aaron's belt as he unfastened it, silence hung between us.

Mr. B grabbed my hand, dragged me toward the bed, and pushed me onto my back. I slipped off my heels. He fumbled with a condom, tearing at the package with his teeth. He tossed the wrapper, and it landed beside my head. The smell of latex swirled around me and twisted my gut, but the pleasant high from the cocaine tornado calmed my stomach. My cheeks flushed red as he guided himself inside me.

"Slap her," Aaron whispered from his corner of the room.

I shook my head. Aaron's intense blue eyes locked on to mine as he reached into his wallet and pulled out more money.

Fuck.

Mr. B didn"t wait for my permission before he brought a hand against my cheek in a harsh slap. My skin flamed hot, and I held back a yelp.

"Again," Aaron said.

He slapped me again. The pain intensified as it crossed over the other handprint. Mr. B grabbed my chin and squeezed. He grunted and hastened his thrusts with his long legs. He fucked me carelessly, as if I were a doll and not a human being. I caught a glimpse of Aaron stroking his throbbing dick. The way he watched made me wish the bed would open up and suck me into it. He eyed me like a predator trying to figure out the best way to kill the prey in front of him.

"You know what I want you to do," Aaron said to the man between my legs.

Aaron's words vitalized Mr. B, as if he were waiting for permission to drop his leash. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing with sharp fingers. I grabbed at his wrists and fought for breath. I didn"t agree to this. I squirmed beneath him, but he just leaned his weight into his hand and fucked me harder. My entire face grew hot, and my vision clouded. When he finally released his hold, I sucked air into my burning lungs. My nostrils flared as he climbed off me, and I clutched my throat. I shot daggers at Aaron with my eyes. He continued stroking himself with a smile. He liked this shit.

Mr. B grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me to a sitting position. He used one rough movement to flip me onto my belly. His bony hands lifted my hips, and he surged back into me.

"Please, stop," I whispered as he fucked me with driven thrusts that radiated pain through my pelvis. My pleas just made Aaron jerk himself off faster, biting his lip.

"I"ll stop when I"m done," Mr. B said.

"I wish you"d bring that passion into the boardroom with you," Aaron said with a laugh.

"Fuck you," Mr. B said. He enunciated each word with a heavy thrust inside me.

I wanted it to stop. I hated it. But it was me against two grown men and a whole lot of money.

He lifted me by my hair, wrapped an arm around me, and held me to his chest. He gripped my breasts until the skin felt like it would burst from the pressure. They would bruise soon after. He pulled out and pinned me to the bed, forcing himself into my ass. I cried out, but he wrapped a hand around my mouth to shut me up. He laid his full weight on my back and continued pushing inside me. Tears dripped down my cheeks, smearing my makeup. I kept my eyes on a picture hanging on the wall. A boat encased in a cheap gold frame. I closed my eyes and listened to the rubbing sound of Aaron jacking off to my humiliation.

Mr. B groaned above me. His hot breath on my neck twisted my stomach again. Not even the coke could numb what I felt. He released his hand from my mouth but not his grasp on my hip. I opened my eyes. Aaron stood in front of me, his cock too close to my face. He leaned down and poured a line of powder along the length of his dick.

Are you kidding me?

He grabbed my hair in his fist and forced my face toward the base of his cock. I held my breath. Even in that shitty moment, my body knew not to exhale and blow away the precious powder. He shoved my nose against his hot skin and dragged me toward the tip, ripping me away as I inhaled. Somehow, it made the destruction behind me more tolerable. Mr. B bottomed out inside me and groaned with a final, drawn-out exhale.

Aaron squatted beside the bed and brushed the tears from my cheeks. "Don"t worry, darling. He was the bad guy. The one to cause you all the pain I wanted to see." He brushed my hair, now sticky with tears, back from my face. "You see, now my job is to make you forget about him. The pain he caused. How his cock felt inside both of your holes."

Aaron eased me onto my back, kissing my cheek and neck where the handprints remained. His lips roved down my chest, and his hand snuck beneath the thin fabric to rub my nipples. My body felt confused as fuck. Aaron stood up. He licked his finger and ran his spit in a line along the top of his cock. He grabbed the glass jar and loaded another thick line onto his dick.

"I"m not really an ass man, so I can"t help you there, but this should numb your pussy." He leaned into me carefully, steadying himself with his hand as he put himself inside me.

I pushed at his arms. Condom. He needs a condom.

"Shh, I"m snipped," he said as he pushed my hand away.

"That"s not the point." I tried to raise up on my elbows.

"I don"t like condoms." He grabbed my chin. "How much to let me sink into your pussy without one?"

Oh God. I can"t.But the clawing stomach pain of intuition told me he would do what he wanted, whether I agreed to it or not. At least I could get paid...

"A thousand," I said with a deflated drop back to the bed.

He smiled and stroked my cheek. I flinched at his touch. He pushed himself inside me, and my insides tingled as the coke seeped into my pussy. My head swam with intoxication. The smooth bareness of his cock. The warming heat of the drugs. I finally caught what I'd been chasing.

I looked up at him—the calm, sweet face that veiled how good he could fuck. He reminded me so much of my dad"s friend. Even the way he buried his face into my neck while he curled his hips into me was the same.

The drugs somehow numbed the pain in my ass from Mr. B ripping through me. I inhaled sharply as my body tensed. My head. My pussy. Every nerve was high as fuck.

"I can feel you tightening on me. Pulling me deeper inside you. Are you gonna come on my cock?" His words sent me into a spiral. "For a girl like you, you feel incredible. And you"re letting me fuck you raw. There"s nothing between you and every woman I"ve ever fucked."

A girl like me? What? A whore? A cokehead? Both? And oh God, he"s right. I"m essentially fucking every woman he has. This...this is why I use goddamn condoms. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"You"re going to take my word that I"m snipped, and I"m going to fill you up. Who knows if you have to worry about getting pregnant as I make you take every drop."

What kind of mind fuckery is this? This dude is insane. But somehow worth the fucking risk at this moment.I bit my lip and nodded. I was on the pill. I wasn't stupid. I didn't trust men. Ever. But the thought of him knocking me up without worry as he came inside me?

Fuck.

I came. Hard. A cleansing orgasm that was like nothing I experienced since I was eighteen. I shuddered against him, and he followed my pleasure. I milked him for every drop, just like he wanted.