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Here we go!

EPOV

I'm settled in a chair with my head laid back and my eyes closed as some random bunny works over my cock. She's not overly talented, but a warm, wet mouth never fails to bring pleasure. I thrust my hips, and she takes it all in stride, hollowing her cheeks and humming, which sends vibrations sizzling through me.

I groan.

On the next stroke, her lips touch the base of my cock, sending it slipping halfway down her throat. It feels sublime, but as she gags around me, seeking to eject my erection, I realize something is terribly wrong.

I lift my head, and my eyes pop open, only to meet a pair of furious browns. "Bella," I mumble, realizing shit's about to go down but unable to give it the proper response. "What the fuck?"

She has a fistful of the bunny's hair and is holding her down, effectively choking her with my cock. The bunny's eyes are watery and the red veins are bulging, but it feels so fucking good I'm sick enough to allow it to continue. Just seeing the fire rage in Bella's eyes causes my balls to tighten as my orgasm builds.

"You like that?" Bella smirks, pushing a little harder. "I thought we had an agreement."

I groan, the knot in my groin tightening. "We do."

She snatches the bunny by her hair, pulling her off my cock, which sends her into a coughing fit. My orgasm retreats, and I whine at the loss. "This bitch isn't part of it," she snarls at the girl, who's gasping for breath and begging me with her bloodshot eyes to do something. But I can't. I'm too turned on by the prospect of what might happen next. "I agreed to no one else, and that fucking goes for you too."

My brows furrow as my lust-filled mind works to comprehend her statement, but I must not be fast enough because she draws back and starts wailing on the bunny's face. Blood splatters all over the girl's naked skin, and my cock throbs at Bella's possessive display. I'm in a trance as I watch her kick and punch and snatch handfuls of raven hair from her perceived foe's head. It's the screams of terror that finally filter through the horny haze and snaps me into reality.

The rest of the room has gone silent, and other bunnies look on in horror as Bella beats the shit out of this chick for sucking my cock. And goddamn, that fucker has yet to go down, turned on even more by the violence of her attack. I shake off the fog that still clings to me like a second skin and stand, fastening my jeans and reaching into the melee.

"Fucking hell," I roar, grabbing Bella from behind and yanking her off the poor girl, who's in a ball on the floor, trying to cover her face. "Calm the fuck down."

I attempt to set her on her feet, but her fists turn to me. "How dare you?" she screams, punching and clawing and kicking. "Get your fucking hands off me. I'm done with your stupid ass."

She's pissed, so I do what I do best when it comes to her. I lift her and toss her over my shoulder. She pitches a goddamn fit the whole way, but I don't let her down until she's tossed to her ass in the middle of my bed.

She straightens up immediately, looking at the sheets with wide eyes, and scrambles off it. "Don't ever set me on your disease-infested bed again," she spits, attempting to walk past me.

I grab her arm. "What's your fucking problem?"

"My problem?" She jabs herself in the chest with her pointer finger. "You're my fucking problem." Now she's jabbing it at me. "How dare you make an arrangement with me and then allow some slut to suck your cock? Did you fuck her too? Or better yet, how many whores have you fucked since you agreed to only be with me?"

"Wait just a fucking minute," I say, holding up my palms. "I did not agree to that insane bullshit."

Her eyes go wide, and then they narrow to evil, tiny slits. "You lying motherfucker," she snarls, advancing on me. "That was the only condition of the arrangement."

"That condition was for you," I stress, my cock throbbing as I remember the feel of her untouched pussy spasming around me.

She loses it then, flying at me all fists and claws like an enraged tiger. "You piece of shit. Who do you think you are?" She's doing everything in her power to hurt me, and I'm doing everything in my power to prevent that while also trying not to hurt her in return.

It ain't fucking easy.

I finally lift her and sandwich her arms between our bodies, her face just inches from mine. "Calm down," I say evenly, trying to soothe her anger. "I'm sorry. Okay?" She takes several deep breaths, and I think I might be getting through to her. "I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression. I thought you knew I wasn't going without pussy."

She draws back to get a better look at me, and I try to send the apology through my eyes as well as my words. For a brief moment, I think everything is going to be okay, but fury flashes in her eyes only a second before she slams her head forward and busts me straight in the mouth. The taste of iron seeps onto my tongue, and I drop her ass to the floor as I reach for my already-swelling lips.

I guess she doesn't accept.

"Bitch," I mutter from behind my hand.

"Skank-fucking liar," she returns, crossing her arms and eyeing the door behind me. "I'm out of here. We can pretend we never met."

Even with the taste of blood on my tongue, my cock is throbbing with need—especially with the taste of blood on my tongue. Blood she drew. She's so fucking hot with her drive to attack things that displease her. And she's so fucking wrong for thinking she's going to get away from me that easily.

I advance on her, my voice smooth as honey. "I don't want you to go," I murmur, reaching out a lone finger to trail across her bare arm, sending goosebumps scattering across her scintillating flesh. "Maybe I made a mistake."

She snorts, stepping back so I'm no longer touching her. "You definitely made a fucking mistake," she says, looking away from my gaze. "But it was me who should've known better. If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is."

"No," I say softly, her words causing a strange ache in my chest. "I'm committed to our agreement. I want to make sure your schooling is taken care of so you'll never be in that fucked up place again."

She shakes her head, her sad brown eyes connecting with mine. "That's no longer possible."

"Why not?" I press, taking a step toward her. "I'm still here. I have the cash. My cock is aching to be inside you this very second."

She lifts her chin, almost like she's looking down on me, which isn't technically possible. "I refuse to be part of a fucking harem."

So this is what it all boils down to, which I guess makes sense given the ass-whooping she delivered earlier. I take another step, entering her personal space, my voice soft but insistent. "And if I agree to give all that up?"

She laughs, but it isn't a cute giggle or even a belly-shaking one. It's sarcastic as fuck. "Like I could trust you to tell me the truth."

One more step and I reach out and grip her chin. "A Dirty Lion always keeps his word." My gaze is fierce because if I have nothing, I have my goddamn word.

The belief is clear in her eyes, so I press her further. Leaning down, I pass my headbutt-swollen lips over hers, softly at first, testing. She doesn't respond, but she also doesn't retreat. Another pass and I add my tongue, tracing the seam of her closed lips. She sighs into my mouth and I grin as I take advantage, slipping my tongue between her open lips.

Big fucking mistake.

She catches it between her teeth, just hard enough to trap it in place and cause me copious amounts of pain. Her eyes bore into mine, and I'd love to say I'm getting whatever message she's sending, but I'm not. I'm only getting fucking harder. This girl is driving me insane with her penchant for inflicting pain—in a good way. She bites down, eliciting a hiss, before reaching for me, her hands anchoring around my nape as she pulls me closer and soothes my tongue with her own.

My head goes fuzzy and my cock pulses, but above it all, I want to devour her whole. This kiss is hungry and angry, nothing like the last we shared and everything I want all future ones to be. She tastes like fire and fury, so I return it with ice and calm, melting her ire and conquering her resistance.

Backing her against the wall, I fuck her mouth with my tongue and lift her tank with my fingers, ghosting my palms against the sides of her braless tits. Jesus. I groan, pulling my lips away so they can caress as much skin as possible. She's beautiful and breathless, her chest heaving under my ministrations.

"Stop." Her fists tighten in my hair. "I … can't."

Reluctantly, I lift my head, my eyes intent on her. "What's the problem? I thought this was settled."

"Is it?" She lifts a challenging brow.

I tweak her nipples, my eyes falling to the tightened buds. "I gave my word."

"That …"

My eyes trail from her tits to her flushed face. "You're it. While we're fucking, it's only you." I lift her arms, pulling the tank upward as I go. "But that means you'll need to be available more often. I'm a man with needs."

"Maybe I have needs, too," she challenges, her flush running all the way to her heaving chest. "What if you can't keep up, old man?"

I run my hands down to the waist of her ripped jean shorts. "That'll never happen, Bella." My voice is rough from the aching need to dominate. "How much?" Her brows furrow, confusion marring her beautiful face. "I'm going to make you scream my name. How much is it going cost me?"

"That slobber-knob isn't getting anywhere near this tight pussy." She smirks, a twinkle in her eyes. "It's going to require a deep-tissue disinfecting first."

"Is that so?" I give her my own smirk.

"Absolutely so."

"Then let the disinfecting begin."

I grab her once again and toss her over my shoulder. She doesn't scream, yell, or pitch a fit this trip, though, and my guess is because she's every bit as turned on as me. I never did get a price, and I frankly don't give a fuck. She can have it all as long as she sticks to her end of the agreement.

I don't let her down as I start the shower, choosing instead to make sure she doesn't take the opportunity to run—truth be told, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to. She's getting her way, and I'll stick to my word. Who would want a random chick on their cock when they get to have a fresh, tight, fiery pussy on the regular anyway?

Not this smart motherfucker.

The warm water spills from three different shower heads, and I don't care that our clothes are drenched as I set her on her feet and press our chests tightly together. All I care about is that she's here, and a personal scrubbing will be enough to get me inside her again.

"This isn't exactly what I had in mind," she says, her hands slipping beneath my T-shirt. "But it has potential."

I smile as she pushes it up. "Yeah?" I tussle with the wet material as I work it over my head and toss it to the shower floor before reaching for the zipper of my jeans. "Does it have enough potential to get me laid?"

She swats my hands away and works the jeans down my hips. "I thought you were going to make me scream your name."

I fist her soaked hair, tugging her head to the side. "I like a fucking challenge," I murmur, leaning down and scraping my teeth against the exposed skin of her neck. "Turn around."

It's a demand, and I don't wait for her to comply. Instead, I move her myself, lifting her hands above her head and holding them against the wall. I reach around to unbutton the sopping jean shorts and push them off her sexy hips. The soaked pale pink lace that's left behind leaves nothing to the imagination, and I'd forgotten just how fine her ass is.

I peel the flimsy material from her hips, and push them to the floor, leaving her exposed. I kick her legs wider. Water cascades down her body, but that isn't the slick wetness my fingers encounter when they reach her tight center.

She moans when I slip a finger inside so I add another, working them in and out at a practiced pace, reminding myself that she's only experienced sex one other time. My lips trail across her shoulder and nibble at her nape while exhaling steamy, hot breaths against her skin. Chills pebble, and she shivers, even as we're surrounded by steam from the warm water.

"You like the feel of my fingers in that pussy, Bella?" I croon, speeding my movements as she tightens. "Don't be shy, baby. You look so fucking hot spread before me like this." I lick across her shoulder and zero in on the spot behind her ear, sucking hard. "Let me feel that pussy clenching," I whisper-growl, nibbling on her lobe. "That's it, baby."

The first spasm hits, and she nearly collapses. But I don't let her, instead reaching around to hold her upright and drive her even wilder with two fingers circling her throbbing nub. From both sides, I work her into a frenzy and collect spasm after spasm from her shaking body. Her hand slaps against the shower wall, and I continue until her legs clamp onto my hand, stilling it.

Spinning her, I waste no time before shoving my tongue into her mouth in a heated display of need. "Get to work," I say, pulling away and stepping back, motioning to my cock. "Make sure it's up to your standards because I'm fucking dying to be inside you."

It takes her a second to snap from her orgasm-induced haze, but after staring dumbly for a moment, she finally reaches for the soap. I lean back against the wall and shut my eyes. I almost come as soon as she touches me, but I clench my jaw and hold that shit back.

Embarrassment isn't my thing.

"You never got a price," she says softly, her hands expertly slipping up and down my shaft. "What if I said ten k again?"

"Fuck, Bella," I groan, fighting like hell to not blow my load at the sight of her on her knees with her hands on me. "I'm tempted to say it'd be worth it."

She stills, and I breathe through the reprieve, both hating and appreciating it at the same time. "Two k a pop," she finally says, leaning to the side so she can rinse the soap. "I think that's a fair price—for both of us."

I look at her then—really look. Water dots her skin and runs in rivulets from the tips of her long hair. Her heart-shaped face is makeup free, and her deep brown eyes are full of mystery and danger. She's me in the female form, only ten years younger and every bit as dark and intelligent.

"That's fair," I grunt as she stands and pushes her naked form against me.

"Then make me scream your name," she whispers against my lips.

I close my eyes and take the plunge, even knowing she's going to cost me more than money before this is over.

This fic is all about fun, and I fucking flove this chapter. I snicker every time I read it. I hope you enjoyed it, too!

WIP REC—White Noise by hotteaforme—rec'd by Rita01x—Waitress Bella wants nothing to do with her boyfriend's shady drug dealings. When he forces her to do him a favor, she finds herself on the wrong side of the wrong sort of people… all except one. M for a reason. 00s vibes.

COMPLETE REC—For the Summer by Camoozle—Every year Bella waits for the 'Pay Checks' to roll into her sleepy river town and every year Edward's hers, just for the summer. AH, AU, OOC, B/E No fic recs from me would be complete without this fic. It contains my absolute fave scene in Twilight fanfic. (Fanfic Chpt #15, 2/3 down starts with "You pinky promised" and takes place in the laundromat. You're welcome :)

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