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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. |