Publication date: October 27th, 2020
Synopsis:
Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I'm used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding--I'm all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn't wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I'm intrigued.
Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if I'm willing to give her far more than cold hard cash.
But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.
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Excerpt
I guide her over to the table, catching her before she busts her ass and costs me a grand. She shoots me a murderous expression that has be chuckling. As soon as Nate and Perry look our way, possessiveness tightens its grip on me.
She's hot.
I know this.
I just don't like seeing the fact that they know this too.
"Nate, Perry," I greet, nodding at them both. "This is my new assistant, Ash Elliott."
Perry grins at her and pats the spot next to him. "Nice to meet you. Sit. I won't bite."
He won't bite because I'd rip his teeth out one by one if he even tried. Rather than threaten my baby brother, I steel my features and assist Ash into the booth. Nate watches with amusement gleaming in his eyes. Once she's seated, I scoot in beside her.
"I ordered a round," Nate says as the waitress drops off four beers and eight shots.
I knock back my first shot, eager to numb some of this jealous rage burning inside me. The alcohol calms me, and I gulp down my other shot right after. When I glance up, Nate is smirking at me. Fucking prick.
"So we're both newbies," Perry says to Ash. "We both have to work for this tyrant."
She laughs. A genuine laugh. For my brother.
"At least he pays well," she replies, flashing me a saucy grin that makes my dick harden instantly.
Perry starts asking her a million questions about her age and where she lives and whatever else he can ramble on about. All I seem to focus on is the way he checks her out every three seconds. And when I look over at Nate to complain, he's doing much of the same.
I get it.
She's shiny and young and mesmerizing.
But they can find their own goddamn toy.
Nate asks Perry something, stealing his attention. I lean in, brushing my lips against Ash's ear. "Five thousand for your panties."
She turns to look at me, a warning glinting in her stare. It's cute that she thinks she gets a break from our games.
"Take them off now. Be discreet. Don't let them see what you're doing, or they'll only want you more. Those fuckers already think they have a chance with you, but you're mine, little girl. I want your panties off and in my pocket within five minutes."
"Fine," she hisses.
Perry starts talking to her again which means she's ignoring me. But I focus on every shift and movement. She's trying to be subtle, but both Perry and Nate are distracted by her fidgeting. To help her out, I ask Nate about his newest acquisition and Perry's part in it. While they animatedly discuss it, Ash pushes her dress up her thighs. I'm crowding her so I have up-close access to peer down between her and the table to see what she's up to. The moment her hand disappears underneath, I have the urge to whip my dick out and impale her on it.
The table goes quiet, all three of us focused on Ash. She starts rambling about Columbia University, but no one is listening. We're all watching as she squirms, trying hard to get her panties off.
"Need some help?" I ask against her ear, running my palm up her bare thigh. "I could assist."
She shudders when I tease my finger along the edge of her panty line under dress. I hook my finger under the flimsy string at her hip, tugging it down. I have to pull it roughly to get one side off her ass and to her thigh. Reaching over, I do the same for the other side. Once her panties are sitting at her upper thighs, I run my fingers on the inside, pleased as fuck to feel the wetness there.
"You may continue," I rumble.
She straightens her dress to keep herself covered and then she pulls the material toward her knees. Nate is grinning, but Perry looks like he might ask her to marry him. Fucking chump.
The rest of her task is smooth sailing. As soon as she has them fisted in her hand, she shoves them against my crotch. I groan at her touch on my dick.
"There. Happy?"
"Elated."
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in "Tornado Alley" with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she's not writing, she's reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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