CHAPTER 2

HIROTO'S POV

My face heated up and I blinked rapidly from shock. He was so lewd that I was beginning to feel grateful to Marcus for throwing on a random auction for the night.

Looking at Marcus again, I changed my mind about feeling slightly grateful. The psycho looked like he’d just won the lottery, his greedy eyes practically turning into dollar signs.

"Come along, Cinder," the man who'd paid for a night with me murmured. I simply nodded my head and followed him.

As we walked off the stage and bypassed a beaming, thumbs-up-flashing Marcus, I swore silently that my boss’s days were numbered. Thirty percent cut or not, this was kidnapping with extra steps.

We bypassed the communal dressing rooms and headed straight for the private VIP exit, where a black sedan was already waiting in the dim alleyway.

The cold night air hit my exposed skin, making me shiver instantly in the high-cut bodysuit and fishnets. Before I could even wrap my arms around myself, a wool coat was draped over my shoulders.

"Inside," the man ordered quietly, holding the door open.

I slid into the car feeling a little bit nervous as he shut the door and got in from the other end. The partition between the back seat and the driver was already rolled up to give us some privacy I believe.

This was awkward. I had zero experience in entertaining clients like this.

"So," I started, trying to find my usual stage confidence. I heard that client's usually don't like virgins so I knew I had to be more provocative if I wanted to get him wrapped around my finger. I crossed my legs, letting the coat slip just enough to flash a bit of thigh. "A hundred grand? I knew I was good, but I didn't know I was 'down-payment-on-a-penthouse' good. Do you always spend that much on impulse buys?"

The man turned his head slowly, leaning back against the leather seat. "I don't make impulse buys," he said, his accent wrapping around the words so seductively. Hated to admit it, he had more appeal than even me. "But whatever I like, I get.”

Rich people really thought differently, didn't they? I didn't care enough to question his spending habits, after all, the money was going to me but I found it ridiculous to actually spend that much on someone just to sleep with them.

“Then, I'll be in your care for the weekend,” I ran my hand down his thigh. I initially was against sleeping with anyone because I had a narrow and romantic view of intimacy but if my first time was going to be with someone this gorgeous, I was more than willing to spread my legs.

“Are you like this with other men too?” He had an amused smirk on his lips.

“Maybe,” I made my voice breathy as I leaned in closer.

He grabbed me by the neck and leaned down, his lips slowly pressing against mine and it was exactly how I imagined my first kiss would be like. It was tender and passionate, yet possessive. My hands reached up in response as the kiss deepened, becoming less tender by the minute.

Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the car seat, breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. I could taste our shared breath, feel the thud of our combined heartbeat as he lifted me up from my seat and placed me onto his thighs. We took a moment to breathe before kissing again, this time, I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slid inside.

I wasn't sure how long we kissed but when we finally pulled apart breathless, my lips felt tingly from how much he'd sucked and bitten down on my lips.

His hand reached out to touch my masked face and I couldn't help but notice just how long his fingers were. I wondered how it would feel inside me… maybe I shouldn't have thought about that because now, I was turning a bright pink.

“Having nasty thoughts?” He could tell and I really felt embarrassed.

“W-we’re going to do it anyway, so does it matter if I have dirty thoughts or not?” I evaded his eyes as I stuttered.

“No, it doesn't. I just enjoy teasing you,” he brushed his finger against my ear lobe. His hands moved to my mask again, caressing the very tip. “May I?” he asked, curious to see my face.

“I prefer the mask to stay on,” I held his hand as gently as possible. As much as he looked like he could sway me with the simplest of words, the one thing I wouldn't permit was for my identity to be exposed.

“Alright, I won't force you,” he shrugged. “I paid for your body anyway and not your face. Besides, you're sexy enough to make anyone forget that you're masked.”

He wasn't wrong about that. I had always focused on my sex appeal for this reason.

The car slowed to a smooth stop, and I looked out the tinted window to see the towering luxury high-rise hotel.

"We're here," he announced, patting my bum before getting out with me.

"Let's see if you can earn your keep with that body of yours. If you impress me, I might even throw in a tip."

The penthouse suite was massive, flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering expanse of the city skyline. But I barely had time to take in the view before the door clicked shut behind us.

He took off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly over a chair, revealing the form-fitting black shirt underneath.

"You're still wearing the coat," he observed, pouring two glasses of bourbon from a crystal decanter on the bar.

“Right,” I said, my voice small now. I know I was turned on in the car but now that we were here, I was beginning to get nervous. I took off the coat and walked up to him by the counter.

“The name's Neven, by the way,” he said casually as he sipped from his glass. I wasn't sure why he felt the need to tell me his name since this was probably the last time we'd meet like this.

“Okay,” I nodded my head quietly.

“It would be such a turn on to see you moan my name,” he said with a straight face while I choked on the alcohol. “I think we've familiarized ourselves enough, so let's get down to why we came here.”

He was more impatient than I thought and I was beginning to question my choice. No, I couldn't lose that much money. What dignity did I even have left to lose as a stripper? I grabbed the bottle of alcohol and chugged the contents down my throat. I needed a level of drunkenness to be shamelessly seductive.

“What do you think you're doing?” He raised a brow as I placed the bottle back down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He seemed confused at first but went with it either way, holding me firmly by the waist.

He pushed his tongue past my teeth once more and crashed it against my needy tongue as the kiss deepened. I let out a soft breath against his mouth, a sound that seemed to undo his last thread of control.

He tangled his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back to angle the kiss completely, consuming me before he he picked me up from the floor, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the Master's bedroom.