Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster

Author:K. Webster [Webster, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dangerous Press

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Ash

Winston Constantine is a strange man. He wears indifference like one of his expensive suits. It’s a part of who he is. Yet, when it comes to me, the mask comes flying off. Beneath the bored, smug, confident man is a beast.

Starving.

Angry.

Possessive.

For some reason, he’s got it into his intelligent mind that he wants me. I’m not sure for how long. All I know is he will pay dearly to have me.

But it’s more than that.

It’s like he thinks he owns me and not in a “I paid for her” kind of way. More like in a primal, feral caveman way. It makes me wonder how screwed up I am, because I like feeling that sense of ownership over me. In a way, it makes me feel safe and protected.

“I’ll be sure to send up some lovely options for you to wear,” Carly says to me with a soft smile and then glances at Winston. “Goodbye, Mr. Constantine. Thank you again.”

Carly leaves, and I arch a brow at Winston. “You choke him out and he thanks you?”

“I just tipped him ten grand.” He smirks. “Who needs to apologize when money speaks for you?”

I make a pretend gagging motion that has him pouncing on me again. This time, though, I’m dressed so I don’t feel as vulnerable. He grips my jaw, angling my head up and kisses me like he’s shackling me to him. The kiss is too urgent—too violent—to do anything except accept his terms.

I belong to him.

It’s unspoken, but the agreement shivers its way down my spine.

“I have to leave,” he grumbles. “They’ll be there soon.”

Another bout of nerves consumes me. I hadn’t been joking when I told him I wanted him to be careful. There was something in the air last night between Morelli and Winston that made me sick to my stomach. It’s more than bad blood. Something far more sinister. And somehow, I got caught right up in the middle of it.

“I’ll be right here,” I say, pulling away from his grip. “Cleaning this already immaculate condo.”

He smirks. “Be ready. I might request something naughty later. Something humiliating.”

If anyone else told me they allowed a man to do this to them and accepted money for it, I’d tell them they needed to seek therapy. He’s a villain who looks the part of a golden prince. It’s an addictive combination that has me all sorts of confused.

“If the price is right,” I sass back, my cheeks flashing hot.

I peruse his fitted charcoal-gray suit all the way to the bulge in his slacks. His cock is hard and strains against the fabric. My own panties dampen at the sight, and my clit pulses as I remember his touch from earlier.

“Keep looking at my dick like you want to know it on a first-name basis, Cinderelliott, and I’m going to make you give it a proper greeting. One where you bow on your knees and kiss the crown.”

My eyes dart back to his. Depravity shines in his dark blue eyes.

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