Warning! This chapter will contain sexual content!

I don't dare to move... I hear footsteps coming towards me and I can't see who it is. The footsteps stop in front of me and I feel a hand touch the inside of my thigh which is covered in net stockings. He doesn't say anything and I still don't move a single muscle.

My chest is heaving heavily and my corset pushes my breasts up. My necklace is between my boobs and my arms lie next to my head. He takes my legs and places them over his, I suppose, shoulders and moves me more onto the bed.

My hair falls out of my face and I look up at him. God he is handsome... He smirks at me and takes off my heels. One by one he throws them across the room. I watch his every move and his eyes are fixed on mine.

He moves his hands up my legs and a shiver runs through my whole body. I let him do what he wants, too fascinated to move. We don't say a single word, the sexual tension lying in the air. He brushes his hand through my hair and his lips crash against mine.

I find myself kissing him back and I wrap my legs around his hips. His hands roam my body and I feel him pressed against me. He lets himself fall onto me, crashing me with all of his weight. I moan into the kiss and I can feel him smile against my lips.

He moves one of his hands to the place between my legs and doesn't move it any further, getting me frustrated. I try to press myself into him but his weight on top of me prevents me from doing so. He plays me and he knows he has the upper hand in this. He can do everything everything he wants with me. 

He breaks the kiss and bites into my lip, pulling it with him. He lets go of it and looks me deep into the eyes. I don't feel love for him. All I feel at the moment is the oddly desire I have for him. The one man my heart belongs to will never know that I love him and if I told him what I do he'd be disgusted.

I press my body into his and he says, "Impatient aren't we?" I just huff and say, "I am getting payed for it so my rules." That's the first time I have ever talked back. Normally I don't talk at all but with him its different.

He is almost making me like this job. "Keep dreaming," he says and bites into the soft flesh on my neck. He sucks on it and I can tell my whole neck will be covered in hickeys and bite marks by the time he is finished.

He sucks on my earlobe and I hear myself moaning. Why am I enjoying this? I hate this! Every single bit of it! His hand wanders under my corset and his cold hands sending a shiver down my spine. He touches me like I am the most expenisve thing he has touched in a while.

Suddenly he rips my corset off my body and I yelp. "Scared doll?" he asks and chuckles. "No, this was just damn expensive," I say and am not lying. "Then I'll make sure to buy you a new one the next tim we'll meet," he says and kisses down my body.

He soon has yanked off all of my clothes and undressed himself completely. He enters me rough without giving me time to adjust to him. I open my mouth and try to relax my still sore muscles to let the pain fade away. I burry my nails in his back and hold onto him while he continues to thrust inside.

I moan in pain and pleasure at the same time. Soon my muscles relax and the pain disappears. I moan while he quickens his pace.. He grunts into my neck and sweat is rolling down his forehead. He turns us over so that I am on top and I begin to set my own pace.

If I am being payed for it I can at least enjoy it... I move my hips so that he hits all those soft spots and I moan with every thrust louder and louder. He burries his nails in my hips and throws his head back. I watch his face full of pleasure and lean forwards to kiss his neck. I leave a few hickeys and he flips us over again. He thrusts in harder than before and I bite into his shoulder, trying to cope with all of the different feelings and emotions I have right now.

I shut my eyes tight feeling my sweet release coming closer with every passing minute. I feel him swell inside of me and know is close as well. It only takes a few more thrusts and he empties himself inside of me. He falls onto my and our sweaty bodies stick together. He breathes hard and blows my hair away every time he exhales.

I try to catch my breath but with him lying on top of me it's not that easy. He is still inside of me and I brush my hand through my messy hair. He kisses my cheek over and over again until he rolls off me. He covers us with the sheets and pulls me close.

What should I do? Alex didn't say when to leave... I try to stand up but he pulls me back down. "We got another three hours and I won't let you go before the time's up," he says and kisses my lips softly.

That's going to be great fun. "What is your name?" he asks me and I raise my eyebrow. "You don't know me?" I ask and he shakes his head. "You are not from here, are you?" I ask and he says, "I am Spanish," he says and I nod. "Then I won't tell you who I am... It will remain a secret," I say and smile at him.

Why do I feel so.... comfortable around him? I don't know but I don't like it one bit! This is supposed to be evolving hate inside of me but it doesn't. Does this mean I am getting used to it or does it mean that I don't care what happens to me... 

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I told you you'd hate me... Love you all though. <3