“I wouldn’t call you a whore, just desperate for money.”

“I can take care of myself. Stop bugging me. Nothing is going to come of it.”

Stepping closer, he sank his fingers into her hair pushing out the clips that she’d bound her hair with. He cupped her hip with his other hand. Claiming her lips, he moaned as she cried out. Slamming his tongue deep into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, holding her tight.

His cock threatened to split his jeans, he was that hard. She started to push him away, fighting him. Curse refused to let her go. In a matter of moments she stopped fighting him. Her hands gripped his shoulders before moving up to wind around his neck.

Not moving, he drew her closer to him. His cock pressed to her stomach, making his need known to her.

****

Mia needed to stop. This man before her was deadly. He’d take over everything she ever knew and consume her body. Every time he came around, he made sure for her to know his intentions. Now he was offering money for her to sleep with him. What hurt the most was the temptation of earning more money. She hated it. Working at the diner and cleaning houses whenever she got the chance, she still struggled to make ends meet. Her mother’s prescriptions, medical bills, and living expenses were making it impossible for her to keep up with expenses. If she was ever poorly and needed time off work then she’d be screwed. Her life was all about living on the edge of surviving. Ashley tried to help her out, but Mia couldn’t accept any money without working for it.

Curse’s tongue met hers, and she was lost. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his entire ink covered chest was on display. His arms were so thick that as he held her, she felt delicate in comparison.

His cock pressed against her stomach. The waitress uniform she wore didn’t hold much protection against his searching cock.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

Sinful words that she knew she couldn’t fall for. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “No.”

“You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to.”

He walked her back until she was pressed against the brick wall. Most of the town was nervous around the Chaos Bleeds crew whereas they didn’t bother her. They were part of the town like the drugs and prostitutes were. Since her father abandoned them, she’d learned not to care what other people felt. The Chaos Bleeds crew was not dangerous unless women wanted to stay virgins. She was used to men giving her the once over then moving onto Ashley. Her friend loved men and the attention she got whereas Mia always liked her own space.

Having a boyfriend had never appealed to her as they wanted time, time she couldn’t afford.

“I’m not lying to you.”

“Yes, you are. Let’s see, shall we?”

She never expected him to find out. The waitress uniform came down to her knees. The hand on her hip slid under her uniform. He skimmed her inner thigh with his fingers.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to see if you’re lying to me. I hate being lied to.” His palm cupped her pussy, and he cursed. “And you’ve been lying to me.”

Tell him to stop. Shout at him, curse, and get him away.

He moved her panties aside and ran a finger through her slit. The instant he stroked across her clit, she was lost.