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“Move,” I growl, my voice trembling despite my false bravado.

  Scout laughs, cruel and mocking. “No.” He cups my ass, giving it a squeeze over my dress. “In fact, I’d quite like to bend you over this sink and make you scream. What do you think, sis? Feel like getting fucked by all three of your brothers in a bathroom like a nasty, paid-for whore? Will it make it better if we buy you jewelry? Is that what Constantine does? Do you get paid to suck his little dick?”

  I twist to face him, lifting my chin so I can shoot him with a fiery glare. “Leave me the fuck alone, psycho.”

  Scout’s eyes flash with violence making my heart skip a few beats. Before he can respond, my phone rings in my hand. I answer the FaceTime call and bring it to my face.

  “Hello, Mr. Constantine,” I greet. “I was expecting your call.”

  Winston’s glare is fierce as he takes in the reflection in the mirror. Three awful boys crowding me. My hand shakes making the camera move.

  “Is everything okay? Those children aren’t bothering you, are they?” His voice is sharp and cold. “I wouldn’t want to have to tattle to their mommy.”

  Scout’s hateful stare cuts through me. “She’s our sister. We’re just checking up on her. Tell Mr. Constantine you’re safe. Come now. Mom is expecting us.” He plucks the phone from my grip and hangs up, his dark eyes dragging over my front, lingering at my breasts.

  “There you are, dear,” a voice booms upon entering the bathroom. “It’s time to leave. Something came up. I do hope your family will understand your hasty exit.”

  My heart tumbles in my chest at seeing Winston freaking Constantine storming to my aid like a fucked-up Prince Charming.

  All three boys step back. I snatch my phone from Scout’s grip and rush into Winston’s arms. He’s stiff when I hug him. His large palm rests on my ass over my dress, squeezing my cheek like he owns it. I snuggle closer to him.

  “Thank you,” I murmur.

  “If you’ll excuse us, boys, we have grown-up things to do now.” Winston gives my ass a playful smack. “Let’s get you some coffee. We have a long night of . . . work . . . ahead of us.”

  I know he’s saying these things to rile up the triplets and piss them off, but it still sends a thrill down my spine.

  “I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Constantine.”

  17

  Winston

  I’m not a stalker.

  I just wanted to see her pretty cheeks turn pink as I texted her filthy shit while she tried to dine with her stepmother. From my perch at the bar in the restaurant, I had a prime view, too. Everything was going well, satisfying even when I managed to get that waiter fired on the spot for not only staring a little too long but by placing the napkin back in her lap. As though that piece of shit even had a chance with someone like Ash. I’d been eager to send her to the bathroom, get her worked up, and then I planned on surprising her.

  But things got away from me.

  Nate called to warn me about Ash’s intentions with me. He thinks she wants to marry a Constantine. That she’ll use me for my money. If he only knew… He comes from a good place, though, worrying over my wellbeing. I do, however, question what prompted his sudden concern. Ash Elliott doesn’t have the skill to take advantage of a man like me. And if she’s really hoping for a ring, the poor girl is delusional. That ship sailed a long time ago, thanks to a girl who broke my heart when I actually had one. I can play with Ash, but no one—not even a naughty girl so willing to please me—will have the opportunity to know that part of me again. Later, when she and I are alone, I’ll make sure she understands it, too.

  When I finally got rid of Nate, read her texts, and saw her hot-as-hell smooth pussy, I was ready to fuck her raw. Then, I noticed those bastards had arrived and were following my girl to the restroom. The triplets who have a death wish.

  I wanted to kill them.

  Hell, I still do.

  I’m not used to feeling so out of control. Ash brings out the worst in me, and I can’t help but feel a thrill from it.

  The triplets are a problem, though, which is why as soon as I get back to my computer, I’m going to find out where those monsters plan on going to college so I can fuck with them for terrorizing Ash. I thought tattling to their mommy would be enough, but it’s clear they’re not going to leave her alone until I send a message they can get through their thick skulls.

  “You’re too quiet,” Ash says from the passenger seat, tugging at the hem of her silky dress.

  “I’m thinking.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  I glance over at her, amused at the silly grin on her face. “No, smartass. It doesn’t hurt. But since you’re feeling playful and we didn’t get to finish our game, I think sitting in traffic is a perfect time to play.”

  “Why do I feel like I’m going to hate this?”

  “You won’t hate it, dirty girl. You’re learning you’re just as fucked up as I am.”

  She sighs in resignation because we both know it’s true. This goes beyond the money. Sure, she loves it, because who doesn’t love money? But this is more. She’s turned on by my creative depravity. I love exposing her to it. Infecting her with my filth.

  “Show me what everyone else got to see tonight,” I say, my eyes on the taillights in front of me. “You sent me a picture, but I need to see the real thing.”

  The darkness must give her confidence because she slides the silk up her toned thighs and lifts the material.

  “Tuck it into your seatbelt,” I rumble, watching her from my peripheral. “You’re riding home like that.”

  It’s cute that she keeps her thighs pressed together like I won’t see.

  “Take your sandal off and give me your foot.” I glance over at her, loving the panicked look in her eyes. “Now, Cinderelliott.”

  She huffs as though she’s annoyed, but then she kicks off her shoe. Her movements are jerky and awkward, but she manages to stretch her leg across the console. I caress her soft foot, learning all the curves there.

  “Feel how hard our games make me?” I grip her foot and rub it over my cock that’s hard and straining against my slacks. “You do this, Ash. You make a billionaire like myself horny for a fucking foot.”

  She laughs. “You are so strange, Win.”

  “And you’re fucking hot for the strangeness I offer.” I skim my fingers up her calf, circling the inside of her knee. “Touch yourself.”

  “Here?” she squeaks out. “Now?”

  “We’re in traffic. What else do we have to do but sit and entertain ourselves?”

  “Fine.”

  “Don’t act like pleasure is a hardship, brat. You like to feel good as much as the next person. At least I’m paying you for it.”

  “You always make this stuff ten times more awkward by reminding me of that,” she grumbles.

  “Stop stalling,” I murmur, running my fingers higher up her thigh toward her pussy. “Touch yourself before I do it for you.”

  She trembles at my words, deliberately stalling. I smack her cunt hard enough to make her cry out. Her leg jerks up, but I pin it back down so her foot stays pressed against my dick.

  “You fucker! You can’t hit . . . that.”

  “I’m paying for it. It’s mine. I can do whatever I want.”

  “You’re insufferable.”

  “Touch. Your. Cunt.”

  She scowls at me, hesitating briefly before she slips her fingers to her pussy. It’s quiet as she rubs at her clit slowly. I massage her foot, my eyes glued to the way she touches herself. The scent of her arousal fills my car and makes me salivate for a taste.

  “Does it feel good?” I ask as I run my fingers up her thigh again.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you wet?”

  “Yes.”

  “Slide your finger in and let me see.”

  Her breath hitches as she pushes into herself. She squirms as she fucks her finger and then pulls it out. I grip her wrist, pulling her hand closer. Leaning in, I wrap my
lips around her finger, tasting her.

  “Mmm,” I praise. “Tastes like the filthy, depraved girl I knew you were.”

  I bite down on her finger, capturing her. Then, I smack her needy pussy again. She cries out when she tries to pull her hand back, but my teeth dig in, not allowing her to go. A whimper escapes her but it’s one filled with desire.

  I release her finger as traffic starts to move. “That’s enough for now. Traffic’s moving again.”

  She pulls her leg back and starts to mess with her dress, but I stop her with a smack to her thigh. “Ow!” she screeches. “You dick.”

  “Keep your pussy on display,” I growl. “But don’t touch it. I’ll let you touch it later after your bath.”

  “Are we going to . . .”

  “I’m not ready to fuck you yet, Cinderelliott. I want to play with my toy more.”

  “See, when you say crap like that, I’m suddenly not into it.”

  I let out a dark chuckle. “No, my sweet, young girl, you’re feeling rejected because you assume that my not fucking you means I’m not into you.” I brush my fingertips along her naked pussy making her shudder. “I can assure you I’m very, very into you.”

  She’s quiet but doesn’t push away my curious finger as I tease her thigh and occasionally dance them along her pussy lips. Her breathing has grown heavier, which means she’s hot for my touch. It only makes me want to deny her further.

  When we pull up to my building, I reach over and tug her dress free, covering up her pussy. A valet named Chris opens the door for her. She’s suddenly modest, making sure to keep herself covered. I climb out and make my way over to her, offering my elbow. She holds on and surprises me by leaning her head against my shoulder. My chest squeezes in response.

  I nod when we’re greeted upon arriving inside the building. We make our way into the elevator and within minutes, we’re in my sanctuary. Shrimp chirps from his favorite perch.

  “Hi, Shrimpy Shrimp,” Ash croons, waving at her bird. He flaps his wings and sings back at her.

  “Let’s go to your room. You need a bath, little girl.”

  “My room?”

  “It’s a guest room, and you’re my guest. What else should I call it?”

  “You’re not going to give me a bath, are you? Because that’ll cost you extra.”

  I follow her into her room. “No. You can bathe yourself. I’ll be waiting for you when you get out. Don’t dress.”

  She turns in front of the bed and frowns at me. “We’re not having sex?”

  “Nope.”

  With an annoyed sigh, she kicks off her sandals, drops her purse on the dresser, and storms into the bathroom. The door slams shut, and then the shower begins to run. I walk over to the closet where I stowed away the presents I got for her today. After setting the box on the bed, I pick up her panties she left earlier and bring them to my nose.

  Fuck, her scent turns me on.

  I walk over to the chair and drag it closer to the bed. Once I sit, I lean back, sprawled out and waiting. While I wait, I pay her all the money I owe her for the evening. I imagine she’s enjoying the way her bank balance grows with each day. I’ve never taken care of anyone, and it gives me pride knowing this helps her. I suppose I sort of understand the whole daddy kink. But, like the respectable girl Ash is, I make her fucking earn it.

  After the longest shower ever, she finally returns in nothing but a towel. Her hair is wet and combed out. Since she washed her makeup off, she seems so young and innocent.

  “You don’t need that towel,” I rumble as I toy with her panties in my hand. “I will though. Leave it on the arm of the chair here.”

  She narrows her eyes but walks over to me. With a steadying sigh, she plucks the towel from her body and drops it on the arm beside me, revealing all her perfect nakedness.

  “Get your phone and set it up over there to record you on the bed,” I instruct.

  “It’ll cost you, Constantine,” she sasses as she walks over to the dresser, swaying her curvy ass along the way.

  “If you’re a good girl and do as I say, I’ll make you very rich tonight.”

  She arches a brow at me. “How rich?”

  “What’s the first semester of college going to cost you?”

  “Win!” she cries out. “I think I have enough now. You don’t have to do this.”

  “How. Much?”

  “Almost thirty-eight grand, you freaking psycho.”

  “Forty. Do exactly as I say, and I will send you forty grand when I tuck you in for bed later.”

  “Am I going to like it?”

  “You’re a fucking freak, Ash. Of course you will.”

  Her cheeks tinge pink. “Fine. You want to waste your money on kinky shit, so be it. What’ll it be? Are you going to spank me?”

  I chuckle and crook a finger at her, beckoning her closer. “Come unzip me.”

  “I’m going to blow you?”

  “Just close your pouty lips and obey me.”

  Her eyes roll as she saunters my way, looking good enough to fucking devour whole. She kneels between my legs that are sprawled out. With shaky fingers, she brushes against my erection as she unzips my slacks.

  “Take my dick out, Ash.”

  “Then what?” she asks, her voice breathless.

  “Get on the bed.”

  Her lips pout out even further. The girl craves to lick my dick, so my inclination is to deny her. I smirk as she fumbles to find my dick beneath the material of my boxers. Once she finds the hole, she works her fingers inside, seeking out my hot flesh. A groan escapes me when her fingers curl around it. Soon, she has my throbbing dick pulled out through the zipper of my slacks. It stands proud and eager, the tip glistening with precome.

  “On the bed,” I murmur.

  She stands, frowning at me. I wrap the material of her panties around my cock and stroke it a couple of times.

  Ash walks over to the bed and climbs on, sitting on her haunches, facing me. So dutiful and eager.

  “Open the box,” I instruct. “Tell me what you find.”

  She purses her lips and lifts the lid. Her hazel eyes widen as she picks up a small, silver butt plug with a bright blue stone on the end that sparkles in the overhead light.

  “I can’t use this,” she breathes.

  “You will.”

  She sets it down on the bed and then pulls out some clamps with tassels. “Are these for my nipples?”

  “And your clit.”

  Her head snaps up, her lips parted in shock. “Ow.”

  “You have no idea.” I smirk. “What else?”

  She pulls out another butt plug, this one with a racoon tail. “Oh, fuck no.”

  “That one right there will pay well, Cinderelliott, especially if you wear it with a dress that barely hides it.”

  She tosses it back into the box and then pulls out another toy. “What is this?”

  “Nipple suction. You put that end over your nipple and pump it.”

  “You’re such a fucking freak,” she growls. “I’m not using that.”

  “No, brat, I’ll be using it. For tonight, I want to see you put those clamps on.” I flash her a wolfish grin. “All three of them. And then I want you to lube up that butt plug. You’re going to put it in and wear it while you sleep.”

  “Why?” she demands. “That’ll hurt.”

  “It won’t hurt. You’ll do it because I said so. Because I pay you to be a filthy girl for me.”

  “And . . .”

  She’s learning. “And you’re going to take pictures of yourself so you can look at them later.”

  “I’m not looking at them later.”

  “You will, because I’ll pay you every time you look at those pictures and pleasure yourself. Stop acting so scandalized. We both know you’re going to do it.”

  She flips me off. “Whatever.”

  “Put the clamps on.”

  “So bossy,” she grumbles but picks up one of the clamps. I stroke my dick
as she rubs at her nipple to make it harden. Then, she gingerly places the claps around her tender flesh. When it closes around it, she sucks in a sharp breath. “Ow.”

  “You’ll get used to it. Carry on.”

  She does the same for her other nipple and fuck if she isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. When she picks up the third one, she seems unsure.

  “Come here and let me do it.”

  Rather than arguing, she crawls off the bed, her tassels swinging with each movement. Like a good girl, she walks right up to me, offering me the clamp.

  “Straddle my thighs,” I instruct. “Hold your pussy lips apart.”

  Her breath hitches as she climbs onto my lap. My dick is hard between us, twitching with eagerness to be inside her. One day. Not tonight. She touches her pussy, parting herself for me, leaving her clit exposed and vulnerable. Without being gentle, I pinch it with the clamp, reveling in the way she cries out in pain.

  “Leave it,” I growl when she reaches for it. “It hurts, but you’ll get used to it. Go get the butt plug lubed up and rub it against your hole.”

  She whimpers as she climbs off me, walking like a cowboy with her legs bowed. I stifle a laugh. Once she’s back on the bed, she winces and then dutifully lubes up the metal. With her eyes diverted, she reaches behind her, her brows furrowed in concentration, and teases her asshole.

  “It’ll take some practice to get it in there. If you need help, just ask, beautiful.”

  She chews on her bottom lip, flinching at her ministrations. “I can do it myself.”

  It takes a few minutes but then she gasps. Her wild hazel eyes fly to mine. I lift a brow in amusement.

  “Is it in?”

  “Y-Yes.”

  “Turn around, bend over, and show me.”

  She shakes her head. “You just have to trust me.”

  “So disappointing,” I chide.

  My words hit the right nerve, because she recoils. Then, like the brat she is, she makes exaggerated movements and obeys me, revealing the pretty sparkling blue stone nestled between her round cheeks.

  “Perfect. Now come closer.”

  Her movements are sluggish and awkward as she learns to walk with a plug in her ass. She finally comes to stand between my thighs. I reach forward and tug at the tassel hanging from her pussy, loving the cry of pain that erupts from her.