BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 6 ȸ (BWWM)

In her tightly wound trap, she always made sure he would bust fast and hard.

Eva accepted that the best way to get rid of him was to allow him to spend a lot of time doing all of his sniffing and licking.

Alpha had a serious ass fetish and though he hated being laughed at about his sexual prowess, her taunting was required for him to reach his climax.

Since she'd first met him at a party and agreed to be the object of his obsession, he never scheduled an appointment. He was always willing to pay double to be taken care of whenever he walked through the door. Because he met her financial requirements, she sprinkled a little extra affection on their encounters that no one else would dare expect of her.

Eva snuggled with Alpha making him feel like he was the man of her dreams. After about an hour and a half of sex play and another thirty minutes to an hour of aftercare also referred to as 'loving on him', it was time for her patron to leave regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

They had an ironclad agreement...

No relationship.
No romance.
No wifing.
No cup caking.
None of that.

In truth, Eva loved herself and only herself. There was no room in her heart for anyone else.

"E, my offer still stands. I don't care about the lifestyle you have lived; I want you to be mine and stop this shit." The drag of each word pleaded with her as the thick Slavic accent stroked the inner heat brewing between her thighs, however, it held no sway when it was time for him to go.

"We already discussed this before. Don't mess things up, baby. I never deny you anything, but I cannot, and I will not give you or anyone else my heart. I never lied to you about that." She kissed him on the cheek and helped him get dressed.

Each time he went all sentimental on her, Eva rushed to escort him out.

Glad that he was gone, she took the money from the drop safe that was carefully concealed in the room. Less than three hours of her time was spent with Alpha, and she had made ten thousand dollars.

Fuck a so-called real job. That was her statement to anyone who chastised her career choices.

Every room was equipped with a drop safe and she was the only one with the combinations. They were all set with time locks, so she didn't have to worry about any bullshit. That included the cops.

No money, no crime.

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When Eva finished having fun with one of her friends, she rushed to get their scent off.

The shower's steam worked with the creamy-white-pink and milk chocolate brown marble that was under her feet to relax each and every one of her stressed nerves.

As she scrubbed his scent off her skin, Eva considered the realization that she loved how well in tune Alpha was with her own deviant desires. It was funny that a man like him understood her true self. He knew she was all about the money. He knew there was something broken in her. He always confirmed his knowledge of the contempt she held for everyone, equally. One of the reasons she fucked with Alpha was because he was the most honest and real person in her world.

A psycho-sociopathic gangsta with a heart. What a novel idea.

Well... well... well, ain't that fucking touching? Not for me it ain't. No relationship. No romance. No wifing. No cup caking, and let's not forget the most important rule... NO LOVE. She laughed to herself at the thought.