Chapter 2

Iclosed the car door after coming home from a client's house. The apartment's poorly lit parking lot sprawled in every direction. I tugged down the hem of my short dress, bracing against the brisk spring air that bit at my skin. I wrapped my jacket around my shoulders, holding myself together as the wind whipped my hair.

Fucking A.

A black BMW crawled beside me, bypassing open parking spots. I tugged my jacket closer and kept my gaze on the slick black pavement. The window lowered with a mechanical whir.

"Scarlett?" came a voice from within the car.

I refused to peer into the shadowy darkness. I didn't need to look to know who it was. The confident and suave tone, deep and seductive. Panty melting. It was Aaron, and he was the last person I wanted to see. I ignored his requests to meet for a reason.

How the hell does he know where I live?

It took a week for the bruises from our last encounter to fade from my skin. It took a little more than that for my insides to stop feeling torn apart. I had to turn away clients because of him. I lost money because of him. I'd just taken my first client since that night in the hotel room, so no, I would not respond to him.

"I won't ask you again," the voice said.

I quickened my steps, my heels tapping against the pavement rhythmically. My heartbeat quickened in my ears and thumped against my chest wall. The car sped forward and I finally took a deep breath, but my relief was short-lived.

The car's engine cut out, and the night air went silent. My heart drummed. The driver's side door opened, and Aaron stepped out. He walked around the car, blocking my path. I kept my gaze away from him as I tried to step around him, but he blocked me again by matching my stride. His powerful hands grabbed my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks.

He lifted my chin with a rough grasp. "Scarlett," he said in a fatherlike tone.

His voice made me feel like I'd done something wrong. Like I needed to apologize for something. When I finally met his blue eyes, his gaze weakened me.

"You've been ignoring my calls. My texts." His angular jaw pulsed, his frustration clear in his expression.

"Because I didn't like what happened." I tried to sound confident, but my trembling voice gave my weakness away.

He squeezed my chin. "Well, I loved what happened. And I want it again."

"I don't." I tried to step away, to free myself from his grasp, but he looped his arm around my waist.

"How much?"

No amount of money is worth it."Not for sale," I said through clenched teeth.

He brushed my dark hair away from my face. "Everything's for sale. Money is no object."

No. Nope.I shook my head.

"Five thousand dollars. I'm willing to pay that much for another night with you."

N—Wait. Five thousand dollars? As in five and three zeros? My dark eyes looked up at him.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

He gripped my shoulder and squeezed. "Watch that face of yours."

I swallowed hard.

He guided me to his car, and we got inside. He pushed the ignition, and the engine roared to life.

"I'm glad you agreed to accompany me, Scarlett."

* * *

Aaron wrappedhis hand around my waist as we walked up the long driveway. He lived in a condo in a beautiful neighborhood. One I could never afford. He led me toward the end unit, releasing me long enough to put a key into the black door. A gold number plate stamped with 363 looked back at me. My nerves were on fire.

I tried not to show fear around men because it only fueled them. They loved it when we were scared. They loved to push their way inside us when we were afraid of them. But I was scared. For five-thousand dollars, I could only imagine what Aaron had in store for me—what would have me crying but still coming by the end of the night.

The door swung open, welcoming us into a tranquil, dimly lit home. The soft yellow light created a relaxing ambience that put my nerves at ease.

"How'd you know where I lived?" I finally mustered up the courage to ask.

Aaron laughed. "Oh, Scarlett, I can find anyone or anything I want."

He smirked as he hung his suit jacket on the rack by the door. He unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up the sleeves of his maroon dress shirt. He looked so goddamn handsome. But I knew he wasn't anything he appeared to be.

Aaron lit the electric fireplace and sent a warm orange glow cascading over the living room. He called me to him with a soft pat of his hand against his lap. I slipped off my jacket and hung it beside Aaron's. I leaned over to pull off my heels, letting my bare feet land on the soft carpet. He tapped on his lap again, as if calling over a child. I sat down on the soft, pleated fabric of his suit pants.

"That's my girl," he whispered. His hand trailed up my bare thigh. "Who'd you fuck tonight?"

I was taken aback by his question, but I shouldn't have been surprised. I already knew he liked it when another man fucked me.

"A client."

"Don't be a brat. You know what I want to know. Who was he?"

I swallowed. "A man in his forties. Bald. Family man."

He groaned as he pulled me deeper into his lap. "How'd he fuck you?"

I hesitated, and he squeezed my hip until it hurt. "I rode him."

"Mm, I bet you look so fucking good like that," he groaned. "Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head.

"Too bad." He curled his lip. "Did you use a condom?" He brushed hair away from my face.

"Of course."

"Such a good girl. Have any bare cocks been in your cunt since mine?"

I shook my head.

He groaned as he grinded his hips against my ass.

"I told you. I always use condoms."

"Not with me." He lifted my chin to draw me toward his face. "I won't ever use a condom with you. I'm not going to ask. You'll let me feel that bare pussy around me. I won't ask you if I can come inside you, either. I'm just going to fill you. Do you understand?"

I nodded. I didn't want him to, but I didn't not want him to, either. His fatherly, commanding tone made me a watered-down mess. It reminded me of my dad's friend. The way he'd tell me what to do before fucking me senseless. He always wanted me on my knees, talking about my barely legal mouth on him. He'd tell me how he loved to fuck me because I hardly looked old enough to take a cock, let alone from someone as old as my father.

"Do you have any—"

"Coke?" He smiled. "I knew you'd ask. I have someone bringing me the very best. For you." He tapped my nose.

My heart skipped a beat. I wanted the very best. But I also knew what I'd have to do for it. For a ride on the greatest white horse money could buy, it was almost worth it.

"Is he—"

"Going to fuck you? Most definitely." He rubbed my cheek. "He's going to break you."

Heat burned behind my eyes, tempting tears to fall. "I don't want that," I said with a shaky voice. I wasn't sure I could handle another session like the one with Mr. B.

"I'll make everything worth it. I promise. However he breaks you, I'll fix it."

The doorbell rang. The sound echoed in my head, ominous and taunting. Aaron pushed me off his lap and went to the door. Panic squeezed my lungs at the familiarity of my situation.

Aaron opened the door and greeted the man, and the man passed a package of white powder between them. When the stranger turned around and pulled down his hood, I gasped. He wore a mask with a terrible grin on its plastic face. My heart quickened in my chest. How bad were the plans if they warranted a mask? A hidden identity? One even more secretive than the nickname "Mr. B."

Fuck.

I wanted to back out. I needed to leave. I had to—

Aaron looked back at me as he poured white powder along the glass of a handheld mirror. I bit my lip, forgetting about the man in the mask for the moment. Aaron sat beside me, dividing the coke into fat lines. He leaned over and snorted, sucking the powder deep into his nose. My mouth watered as I took the straw and inhaled my own line. And then another. I kept inhaling until the fear of what would happen left my body and dissolved like the powder in my bloodstream. I leaned back, sniffing up every bit of whatever coated the inside of my nose.

"Scarlett, meet James," Aaron said, low and sultry. His voice pulled me out of my glorious haze.

James walked over and stared at me with haunting gray eyes behind the smiling mask. He reached out and touched my face. His touch was so gentle, I almost felt relieved. Maybe he'd be kind.

If he was going to be kind, he wouldn't hide behind a mask.

Aaron fisted my hair, craning my neck. He rolled his tongue over the tip of my nose, cleaning the residual powder off my skin. "James is going to break you now."

Breath hitched in my chest. The only thing I knew I could expect was pain. Aaron sat back and crossed his legs. He motioned to James. Before I could speak, James wrapped a tie around my face, gagging me. My eyes glassed over as he grabbed the back of the tie and pulled me off the couch, making me crawl on my knees to keep up with him. He didn't speak, but the violent tugs told me all I needed to know. He thought I was a whore to be used, and I kind of was.

James dragged me to my feet, pushed me against the wall, and placed my hands against the cool surface. He grabbed my hips. I whimpered and arched my back. With rough hands, he raised the skirt of my dress. It caught on the cuffs of my ass. He ripped the belt from his pants and rubbed the leather along my flesh. I trembled. The belt was off my skin for only seconds before it came down again in a biting whip of motion. I strained against the gag, screaming over the material.

James whipped me again, and a groan slipped past Aaron's lips. The leather ripped at my skin. Tears slid down my cheeks. He lifted the leather away and came down on me again. A streak of warm wetness rolled over my ass and down the back of my thigh.

"Please," I tried to say through the gag, but the word was too muffled. Or maybe he heard me and didn't care.

James ran his hand through the blood and rubbed it between my legs.

Oh God.

I shivered in disgust. He unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper somehow amplified over the heartbeat in my ears. He surged into me. I shook my head, panicked breaths racing from my lungs.

He isn't using a condom!"Aaron!" I tried to call to the leader of the pack to destroy one of his pack mates. I didn't agree to this! I don't know what I agreed to, but it wasn't this!

I don't think Aaron would have agreed to it, either. He wanted to be the only one inside me without one.

James' hands gripped my hips as he slammed into me. His body pressed against me and stopped me from taking my hands away from the wall. In a panicked exhale, snot fell from my nose. His thrusts slowed, becoming forceful and deep, until he came inside me.

Fuck! Fuck. No.

He pulled out of me, and I dropped to the ground. I sobbed against the carpet, pressing my face into the fibers.

Aaron came up behind me and lifted my ass. "You better not have gotten any blood on my carpet!" he snapped at the masked man.

Aaron grabbed a towel as I cried and drooled. He wiped the blood off my skin, grazing over the welts from the belt. He tugged the knot at the back of my head, and my gag fell to the floor. I choked on my spit, slobbering through burning lips.

"He didn't use a condom!" I said with a deflated drop of my chest.

Aaron turned to James. "You didn't?" His voice was raised and stern. Enough so that James started to lift his mask. Aaron grabbed me by the hair and turned me away so I couldn't see his face.

"I—" James began.

"There was one fucking rule, James. Her pussy is mine. I told you that you could use her however you wanted, but your one rule was to wear a goddamn condom!" He snarled in frustration. "Get the fuck out!"

I was torn. I was in so much pain, but he was defending me.

The door slammed, and he finally released my hair so I could peel myself off the carpet. He pulled me into him, wiping the mascara from my cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he said as he brushed back my hair. He leaned me over, dropping me to my hands and knees.

"But..." I tried to speak over the sound of his falling zipper.

"You're mine." He growled as he got behind me and rubbed his cock between my legs.

Heat burned behind my eyes again. He reached toward the coffee table and dropped the mirror between my bent elbows. To fight off the pain, I inhaled the remaining lines from the mirror's surface and stared at my broken reflection. Raw, red lips from the gag. Makeup staining my cheeks.

What am I doing?

"I'm not going to let his come stay inside you."

He pushed himself into me, and I gasped. His hands raced over my sides with every thrust. He dipped his cock into James' come, trying to claim me with his instead. It disgusted me.

"Fuck," he groaned. His thrusts were slow and drawn out, as if he were bathing in the moment. Like he liked the swirl of another man's come on his dick. He leaned over and kissed the nape of my neck, slick with sweat. "I want you on top of me," he whispered.

Aaron lay on the floor, letting me climb over him. I hurt, but in such different ways than the first time, and the drugs were helping cure what ailed me. He tugged his slacks down his thighs, exposing the soft, graying hairs of his pelvis. I put him inside me to stop the drip of James' come. Aaron gasped as I lowered myself onto him and rode his dick, scooping my hips forward so I could grind my clit against his pelvis. He ripped the fabric of my dress to get to my breasts. I opened my mouth to protest.

"I'll buy you another one," he grunted as he thrust upward. His hands squeezed and roamed over my chest. His groans were low and seductive.

Despite how fucking horrible I felt, his tone and the thrust of his cock drew pleasure up from my pelvis. A radiating wave rolled over me, carried by the drugs. It wasn't enough to make me come, though. Not after everything else.

"Do you want my come inside you, too?" he growled as he lifted his hips and moved mine with a rough grasp.

I nodded.

"My little whore," he whispered.

His words bit, but not as much as they probably should have. A nip maybe. I was a whore. Look what I let happen for a few grand.

He groaned and stopped thrusting. His cock throbbed, releasing everything from his balls inside me. When I tried to climb off him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. Thick pearls of white dripped from me and landed on his pelvis. He rubbed his fingers into it, bringing it to my lips.

"Taste us both. Taste what we left in your cunt." He pried my lips apart and pushed his fingers into my mouth.

The salty mixture hit my tongue, and I fought back a gag. One load was bad enough, but two from different men? It was too much.

"Can you taste the blood?"

"No. What blood?" I asked as he pulled his fingers from my mouth.

"James is family."