A Stripper's Nightmare

Danielle's POV"You stupid bitch!" My father roared at me, before slamming my head hard on a nearby wall. I bit back my cry of pain, not wanting to wake up Oliver, my little brother. My vision was immediately clouded with dots, but I tried my hardest not to pass out."You're just like your mother, so annoying and stupid!" He yelled, kicking me to the floor. This has been his normal behavior, ever since my mother's demise.I shakily took out some dollar notes from my pocket, holding them up to him and shielding my face with my other hand. He had collected all the money I'd been saving up for the past few months, threatening to kill me whenever I resisted. This morning, he woke up demanding more.My father snatched the money from my hand, looking down at it in disappointment."This is all you got ?" He asked, earning a nod from me.He suddenly bent down to my level and I instinctively backed myself up against the wall, my breathing ragged and labored. This was definitely a bad way to st

Danielle's POV"Damn! You look... Gorgeous." Jordan literally gawked at me, as I stepped out of my apartment in a black mini-gown. I couldn't help the blush that crept up my face, as his silver eyes glinted at me.The past few weeks had literally been the best, and it was because of this man in front of me. This was the fourth time he'd taken me out, and sometimes I still struggled to believe that all this is actually happening. Jordan, my crush of almost three years, had finally noticed me and I couldn't wait for him to officially ask me to be his girlfriend.I hadn't seen my father in weeks and my brother was having a sleepover at a friend's. Everything was just perfect tonight, and it made me smile happily."Thanks, Jordan." I replied shyly to his compliment. "Can't believe I always thought you were a boy." He chuckled, making me slap his shoulders playfully."That'll teach you to look well next time." I replied to him.At 24 years of age, this was the first time I was actually fe

Danielle's POV"I want you to be mine, Danielle!" " I want to have you all to myself."My mind went back to how his eyes bored into mine with that icy intensity. He wanted me to be his personal whore. The audacity of that man!!!It's been three days; three days since he barged into my apartment like he owned the place. I later got to know that he bought the whole building, making me wonder just how much money he is really worth. If he thinks he can just sway me by throwing money around, then he's got another thing coming. I will never be his whore!It was a Saturday night and I was preparing to go home, after a long day of work at Gracie's Diner. I got fired last week, from my waitress job at the coffee shop, and now I had to put in extra effort to impress my new employer, Ms. Gracie.I took it upon myself to always arrive before everyone and leave after everyone too. After making sure to lock up for the night, I put on my hoodie and hurried home, smiling at how much tip I got today.

Danielle's POVNow I was beginning to understand why he was always so cocky and arrogant. He practically lives in a freaking mansion, with an army of menacing, armed men patrolling the whole place. He was more than just wealthy, he was definitely powerful and not someone to be trifled with. I didn't care too much about that at the moment though.A gate was suddenly opened for me, making it the third gate I was going through. My eyes caught the sight of a black helicopter, resting on a landing pad and I struggled to hide my amazement. I needed to appear as mad as possible, when I finally see him.And just as that thought crossed my mind, he finally emerged from where seemed to be the main entrance to the grand mansion. He was clad in a blue tuxedo, a pair of glasses covering his eyes and making him look like some hot villain in a TV series. Three men were also following behind him, making me frown and halt in my track. Why does he have to carry about so much security? What's so specia

[ A/N: 18+ scene up ahead. Readers are to expect more scenes like this, as the book progresses. ]Danielle's POVThe intensity of his gaze, the firmness of his hands, as they pinned mine to the bed. Brandon was an absolute pleasure beast.His blue eyes ran down my body, leaving a trail of unquenchable flames, flames that I'd gladly allow to consume me. With his other free hand, he pried my legs open, spreading then widely apart.A rumbling sound resonated from his chest, and I felt my pussy throbbing with so much need. I could practically feel myself drowning in my own wetness at this point."Brandon..." A moan left my lips, as his fingers casually brushed against my very moist and sensitive clitoris. He was teasing me, and was clearly enjoying every minute of it.Brandon's wicked gaze suddenly met mine. He didn't break eye contact, even as he flicked his fingers rapidly inside me, playing me like a fucking musical instrument. He was mumbling some Italian words to me, but I couldn't b