The King's Favorite Sin
“So, tell me… what’s your price for a night? A night with the Dunes Boss.”
I stiffened.
It was exactly what I’d been praying for—a golden ticket into his private quarters, but I couldn't look too eager. Trust me, a hunter knows when the bait is too easy.
"I’m a server, Mr. Luca, not a commodity," I replied, forcing a flash of indignant pride into my eyes. "I don't have a price... because I’m not for sale."
"Everyone has a price," he countered, his thumb tracing the pulse point on my wrist, which was currently betraying me like a frantic drum. "Some want gold… some want power… some just want to survive. I wouldn't take no for an answer tonight, Amber.”
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