Master of Her Sins
His fingers closed around it, like he had done it before and never been told no in a way that mattered.
“Let go,” I said immediately.
Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Do you know what I think?” he said, almost conversational. “Women like you just like to get fucked by rich men. That’s why you end up in places like this instead of somewhere respectable.”
A flicker of heat rose in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“You look like a whore,” he sneered. “Oh, maybe you really wanted to get fucked that’s why you’re arguing with us?”