A Dancer's Sin (editing){Completed}

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Daisy's POV

As I guided this man back to the private rooms I grew anxious. Why would someone pay so much money for a virgin? Not only that but I wasn't as pretty as some of the other girls, and I didn't have much to offer. I had never even experienced sexual pleasure before, and I was scared out of my wits.

I opened the first room we came to. There was a large air mattress in the center with rose petals spread around it. My heart beat heavily as I waited for him to touch me in some way, but he never did.

I turned to look at him. He was staring down at the floor passively, and his expression was hard to read.

I cleared my throat and he looked up at me with his intense hazel eyes.

"I have no intentions of taking your virginity, and no offense, but I didn't even want to be here tonight. So you can do whatever you want, but wake me up in 45 minutes." He walked over to the air mattress and laid down.

I was somewhat hurt and afraid. Jax told me if I didn't lose my virginity tonight he'd take it himself, with what he does to Raven that's the last thing I wanted to happen.

"Why did you buy if you didn't want to have sex with me!" I shouted. I was surprised at myself and surprised at how hurt I actually was. This gorgeous man who just bought me for $2,000 just to spend one night with me didn't seem to even want it at all. It was humiliating and rude.

"I did it because Talia asked me to." He sat up and stared at me.

I didn't know why but I suddenly felt exposed. "Well you didn't have to."

"I know, but unlike those men out there I actually a have a conscience."

I watched him as he picked up some rose petals rubbed them between his large fingers. "Well I have to... Otherwise... Jax said he'd do it himself."

I moved over to him and sat down on the mattress next to him. Something about Jax made him tense. He didn't respond.

"Please. I know you don't want to, but I would rather a complete stranger do it than him."

He froze for a moment in thought then suddenly turned to face me and wrapped his hands around my waist pulling me close. He seemed as if he was fine, but there was something behind his eyes that said otherwise.

"What is with women and this man?" He traced my hipbone with his thumb sending shivers through my body.

"He's a bastard," I said breathlessly. As our faces grow closer.

"So it's true that women prefer a jackass over a gentleman." He kissed my jaw, moved his hands up under my shirt, and tugged at my bra.

"Not all girls," I said pressing my lips with his.