His Stripper

His Stripper

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The moment Elijah sees her curvy figure and afro hair, he knows he wants her. Everyone has a price, he just needs to find out what hers is. Dime is completely broke and been out of a job for a long time. She's nearly homeless when Elijah propositions her. Being one of the richest men in the world, getting what he wants is easy. Dime knows what he wants. He wants sex, and all kinds of dirty things. How can she deny him? She's broke. Being whatever Elijah wants is the only option. Elijah wants everything. Her company, her body, her heart, her soul, but first, he'll settle for her stripping for him. He loves watching a woman undress and all he wants is to see Dime's lush body revealed to him. But what happens when Elijah makes it clear he wants more than just a stripper and a fuck? He wants forever-Dime as his wife, and to put his baby inside her. From stripping to sex, can it end in love? #1 Loveatfirstsight #2 New Author #2 bbwlove #3 Interracialcouple #6 BLACK & white
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"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

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