All Chapters of The Alpha's Human Whore: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Damien’s hips drove forward, and my head struck the pillow hard enough to knock a curse out of me.“Fuck… slow down… ”I did not mean it.The second the words left my mouth, my legs tightened around him and my fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him back when he tried to give me the inch I had stupidly asked for. My body was hot, slick, aching, and far too eager for someone who had promised herself this was only business.Only business. The thought barely survived another thrust.The mattress shifted beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, shameless rhythm. The luxury suite was too quiet for what we were doing, all polished glass, expensive furniture, and city lights shining through the tall windows while I lay beneath a man whose name I had only learned a few hours ago.Damien Cross.Thirty-two, if the information he had given me was true.Ridiculously wealthy, judging by the suite, the watch on the bedside table, the black car waiting downstairs, and the

My fingers closed around the knife.I did not even realise I had picked it up until the handle pressed into my palm.I kept looking at Damien.He was still standing there, between me and the door, watching me with that same irritating expression he had been wearing all morning, like nothing in this room could possibly surprise him and I was just another problem he would deal with when he got bored.His eyes dropped to my hand. Then back to my face.That was it. There wasn't even any panic or sudden movement.Nothing.I looked down at the knife.It was just a stupid little room-service knife, probably sitting there because rich people apparently needed knives beside their bars at all times, and here I was holding it like I had suddenly become some criminal mastermind.I almost laughed. This was ridiculous.I was not going to stab him. I only needed him to move.That was all.I shifted the knife in my hand.Damien watched.“You're really going to stand there?”His gaze stayed on mine.“