Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

I'd worked so hard to keep a stable and somewhat normal balanced life while working for Christine, trying to prove to myself that what I do is just like any regular job. Prostitution is the oldest working profession in history, after all. But James just swiped all of it away with a few words.

"Get the hell out," I say, my voice a whisper but full of venom.

"That's exactly what you are, though." He pushes. "I give you any amount of money you want and you still whore yourself around after I asked you not to. You're a fucking prostitute, Aubrey. Valentina. Whatever the fuck you want to be called today. You're just another pretty face with the ability to suck a dick better than most sluts. That's all," he spits. "I should've known better." James lifts his shoulders and shrugs like he just parted the sea and it was no big deal.

My eyes lower to slits and I'm trying really hard not to cry. "That's all I am? Really? I give you things your wife can't give you, that no one has ever been able to. That's why you paid me, because you know I'm fucking good for it. And now you're mad that I give them to my real boyfriend too." I pause, a devious smile tugging my lips up.

I step toward James until we’re a few inches apart. The tears that threatened to fall shrink back and my voice turns to syrup as Valentina emerges. He stares down hard, nostrils flaring, and I can't help but love the hate pouring out of him. "Oh, I see what happened here," I say. "You're sexually frustrated, aren't you? Was your wife a shitty lay last night? Did she just spread eagle while you gave her soft, weak thrusts so you didn't hurt her saggy little honey pot? Is that why you're here wagging your pecker around like you own me, because you couldn't come the way I fucking make you come?"

Reaching out, I cup James’s cock and give him a good squeeze. I grin. "Well, well, well, will you look at that. A hard dick and all I did was talk back to you."

I tighten my grip but he smacks my hand away. In one swift motion, James lifts me up and slams me against the front door, his mouth on mine, tongue delving into my mouth. His chest is pressed to mine as it heaves.

"You don't deserve me," I grit out, breaking the kiss I want more of but refuse to ask for. "I'm just a trashy whore anyway, right? I thought you were different, but you're not. You're just another fucking sleaze ball looking for a tight pussy."

I'm no match for his strength as he maneuvers himself so that he's got both of my hands captured in one of his while his teeth bite into my nipple. I gasp loudly as pleasure sears through my body. My ankles lock around his waist, thighs tightening. My shorts are damp and I'm ashamed because what he said about me is true. I am just a whore, no matter how much I dress it up.

"Next time think before you speak," he says with my nipple between his teeth. He uses his tongue to wet my shirt and my hips move in his hold. My nipple hardens and my eyes threaten to roll shut. It hurts so much that it feels fucking divine.

"James." I warn.

Flattening his tongue, he licks a hot trail up the column of my neck and I almost sigh from it. Goose bumps trickle down my spine. I wiggle free and unlock my ankles, pushing him back so I can stand, then I shock us both by slapping him across the face.

I shouldn't have done that. I blink, unsure what to do now, and James takes both my hands and raises them above my head, securing them to the door. His grip is so tight I know I'm going to lose feeling in my fingers. He presses his body into mine so I can't move. Bending his knees, he rolls his hips so his erection thrusts against my clit. My jaw falls open, a soft sigh spilling from my lips. He takes advantage and locks his mouth over mine, kissing me like he has every right to. He's brutal, hard, making sure I feel every bit of him from the inside out. James is a beast, furiously kissing me. He doesn't let me come up for air. His cock is straining through his slacks and rubbing my wet pussy until I'm finally giving back. I moan into his mouth, kissing him back just as rough. I bite down on his lip as my hips surge toward his. We both groan into each other.

I can't concentrate when he's rubbing on my clit just right. It's like he's fucking me with clothes on, and when James fucks, all normal thoughts go out the window.

No. I'm not going to be controlled for money over every aspect of my life. He's paying for Valentina, but Aubrey isn't for sale.

He reaches between us and cups me. "You’re soaked," he says like he expected it, then unbuckles his belt and pulls his zipper down. His pants fall around his ankles in a heap.

I grind my teeth. "I'm not changing my life for anyone."

"Yes, you are. You're mine, Aubrey, no one else's," he says, yanking down my little shorts. "Just like I'm yours."

When he notices I'm not wearing underwear, I grin like the cat who ate the canary.

"Fucked Daniel earlier, you know, my boyfriend? Planned to fuck him senseless all day."

It's a lie. I didn't have sex with him earlier. I'm just mad and want to hurt James the way he hurt me.

His eyes darken and it excites me. "I'll show you how to fuck someone senseless."

He thumbs my clit in circles and my knees go weak while he roughly penetrates me with two fingers. It doesn't hurt me, though, because his touch does nothing but bring me pleasure. Taking his cock, James strokes my sex, willing my legs to spread. I fight the moan and he lifts my leg, hiking it up over his hip, then he surges into me in one long, hard stroke. I yell out as I stretch to fit his width, the sharp, wonderful pain taking over my body.

His mouth is on my neck, beard drifting over my skin, and I whimper. Pulling out, he thrusts back in.

"How can you say those things to me and still fuck me?"

"You mean after I spoke the truth?" he says, his words hot. "That's what you are, though. You're a fucking whore who I just happened to fall in love with."

I clench around him. A little gasp escapes me. Tears fill my eyes and before I can stop them, one slips down my cheek. "Don't say that," I whisper, my chest burning. "Take it back."

He looks at me, eyeing the tear. "Take what back? It's called honesty, sweetheart. You should try it sometime."

My jaw is trembling. "James…"

"Yes, sweetheart?" he responds, pushing in a little deeper. My pussy is pulsating around him, wanting more and wanting him to leave.