No man ever made her scream and beg for release. Until now, I say.
She claims I’m asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong.
I always get what I want. Always.
She's a professional, paid to lie and seduce, but those tricks won't work on me. I don’t want her insincere moans and fake smiles.
I want the real thing—and I know how to get it.
Because I know it’s not her body that needs to be conquered–it’s her mind.
But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a contract and nothing more.
And when my actions turn reckless, the vulnerable agreement may be our undoing.
