Filthy 3
“I stared at Taylor while he lounged on the couch in front of me. The white couch. The one in his house where I had begged Rhett to fuck me all those years ago. “About who?” I stood awkwardly in front of him. We had just gotten there a few minutes before. The ride had been silent, empty, like so many things in my life. “The men you’ve fucked since you left.”
I narrowed my gaze. “You promised me some coke.”
He nodded and rubbed his fingers against his smooth chin. “I did.” His blue eyes travele...d up and down my body, sparkling with malice and want.
“So give it to me.” My voice trembled and I hated how desperate I sounded. “Not just yet.” A smile curved his lips. “I want to hear about the men you fucked when you ran away from me.”
Does he know I’m a prostitute? That thought made me nervous. Yesterday I was certain that he didn’t, but now I wasn’t sure. What will he do to me if he knows about the hundreds of men that have been inside me? He tortured me when he found out that I wanted to sleep with someone else—and I hadn’t even done it. “What men?”MoreLess
I narrowed my gaze. “You promised me some coke.”
He nodded and rubbed his fingers against his smooth chin. “I did.” His blue eyes travele...d up and down my body, sparkling with malice and want.
“So give it to me.” My voice trembled and I hated how desperate I sounded. “Not just yet.” A smile curved his lips. “I want to hear about the men you fucked when you ran away from me.”
Does he know I’m a prostitute? That thought made me nervous. Yesterday I was certain that he didn’t, but now I wasn’t sure. What will he do to me if he knows about the hundreds of men that have been inside me? He tortured me when he found out that I wanted to sleep with someone else—and I hadn’t even done it. “What men?”MoreLess
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