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Esteban King

I dragged Camilla to my limo as we headed to my club. She was squirming, trying to break free from my tight grip. That's why I challenged her. "Quiet! Stop whining! Did you say you want to pay your boss's debt? Or should I go back and kill him?"

She swallowed hard, nervous, then shook her head. "Please don't kill him—don't kill anyone."

I stared into her gorgeous eyes, confused. Why did she care so much about his life? And not just him—she didn't want me to kill anyone at all!

I raised an eyebrow and leaned down toward her face. She pulled back, terrified. I asked her straight up, "Are you really a virgin?"

She nodded right away, holding her head high like she was proud. "Yes, sure."

I teased her but kept my face blank. "Good! Because everyone will pay big for your first time."

She gasped, all innocent, and asked, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

"Mr. King! Call me Mr. King." I shut her down coldly, changing the subject.

But she asked again. "Mr. King! What do you mean by everyone will pay for—"

I cut her off with a crazy, witch-like laugh. "For your virginity, baby."

That's when she yanked open the limo door and tried to jump out. I grabbed her at the last second, stopping her from getting run over. "Fuck, dammit! Are you crazy?! You'll get rich selling your body to top businessmen! You prefer death?"

She sobbed, and her eyes turned bloodshot in seconds. "Yes, I want to die instead. I'm not a slut. I was just—" She could barely get the words out.

I locked the limo door and really looked at her. "Yeah? Then why do you work as a dancer in that cheap nightclub?"

She crossed her arms over her chest like a kid and made a puppy-dog face. "To pay my bills! To finish my last year of college. My dad kicked me out so I have to depend on myself."

I rubbed my chin and told the driver to keep going. "How old are you?"

She hesitated and said in a quiet voice, "Twenty-one."

That made me tease her even more. It was funny, and I didn't know why I enjoyed messing with her so much. "Good, you're not underage then. So from now on, you're my slave, and I'll sell your body every day."

She let out a low scream. "Nooooo! I'll call the police."

I raised an eyebrow. "And I'll kill your family."

She choked on my words and started begging. "Please, please. I'm begging you. Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything wrong."

You did! But you wouldn't understand. I wished I could tell her what the hell she'd done. She stared right at me—anyone else in her spot would be dead by now. But I couldn't do that to her. Because of her... she'd stolen my heart!

"Anything but—don't pass me from man to man," she offered.

I smiled at her, pretending to think it over. Then I unzipped my pants. She stared at me in shock. "What are you doing?"

I licked the corner of my mouth. "Suck my dick then!" I gave her a challenging look, but deep down, I knew she'd refuse.

It was a test for her.

And yeah, she passed it—she succeeded right away.

She raised her hand to slap my face, but I grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. I leaned in close. "You'll regret that. I'll make you kiss my shoes."

She started crying hard again, but suddenly she bent down, shaking, and tried to pull my dick out of my pants. That's when we pulled up to my BDSM club. I pushed her hand away, zipped up, and said, "Too late, baby. Now you'll be sold like a slutty slave. But first—I'll let you see the best show ever."

Then I dragged her roughly out of the limo and barged straight into the club.