Curse's Claim

“Money? You seriously think I’ll sleep with you for money?”

“Sleeping is not on my mind. Sex, hard, rough, and hot is what I’ve got in mind. I’m willing to pay anything to get you.” Sinking his fingers into her hair, he inhaled her floral smell. He didn’t know what she smelled of, only that it drew him in and was utterly addictive.

“I don’t have time for this. I need to get home to take care of my mother.” She finally put her hands on his chest and pushed. He took a step back, reluctantly releasing her body. Curse knew all about her mother and the cancer she was fighting. Breast cancer was an awful thing, and Mia’s mother had lost both of her br**sts and undergone an intense treatment of chemotherapy. The cancer was gone, but at the moment she was always sick and the doctors were prescribing a lot of medication, all of which cost money. Mia was spending money on her mother, and she didn’t even know if it would keep her alive for longer.

The money they would have had if her father hadn’t run away with his younger secretary. Still, her mother was a darling. He visited her once with Ashley when Mia was busy working at the diner. From what he learned she was always working and never having any fun. She came to one of the parties the club held but never stayed too long to mingle.

Her mother wanted her to go out and have fun, but Mia wouldn’t have any of it. She took a step away from him, stopped and turned to glare at him. “I’m not a whore. I don’t go screwing men for money.”

“I wouldn’t call you a whore, just desperate for money.”

“I can take care of myself. Stop bugging me. Nothing is going to come of it.”

Stepping closer, he sank his fingers into her hair pushing out the clips that she’d bound her hair with. He cupped her hip with his other hand. Claiming her lips, he moaned as she cried out. Slamming his tongue deep into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, holding her tight.

His c**k threatened to split his jeans, he was that hard. She started to push him away, fighting him. Curse refused to let her go. In a matter of moments she stopped fighting him. Her hands gripped his shoulders before moving up to wind around his neck.

Not moving, he drew her closer to him. His c**k pressed to her stomach, making his need known to her.

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Mia needed to stop. This man before her was deadly. He’d take over everything she ever knew and consume her body. Every time he came around, he made sure for her to know his intentions. Now he was offering money for her to sleep with him. What hurt the most was the temptation of earning more money. She hated it. Working at the diner and cleaning houses whenever she got the chance, she still struggled to make ends meet. Her mother’s prescriptions, medical bills, and living expenses were making it impossible for her to keep up with expenses. If she was ever poorly and needed time off work then she’d be screwed. Her life was all about living on the edge of surviving. Ashley tried to help her out, but Mia couldn’t accept any money without working for it.

Curse’s tongue met hers, and she was lost. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his entire ink covered chest was on display. His arms were so thick that as he held her, she felt delicate in comparison.

His c**k pressed against her stomach. The waitress uniform she wore didn’t hold much protection against his searching cock.

“Are you wet for me, baby?”

Sinful words that she knew she couldn’t fall for. Biting her lip, she shook her head. “No.”

“You’re lying to me. I don’t like being lied to.”

He walked her back until she was pressed against the brick wall. Most of the town was nervous around the Chaos Bleeds crew whereas they didn’t bother her. They were part of the town like the drugs and prostitutes were. Since her father abandoned them, she’d learned not to care what other people felt. The Chaos Bleeds crew was not dangerous unless women wanted to stay virgins. She was used to men giving her the once over then moving onto Ashley. Her friend loved men and the attention she got whereas Mia always liked her own space.

Having a boyfriend had never appealed to her as they wanted time, time she couldn’t afford.

“I’m not lying to you.”

“Yes, you are. Let’s see, shall we?”

She never expected him to find out. The waitress uniform came down to her knees. The hand on her hip slid under her uniform. He skimmed her inner thigh with his fingers.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to see if you’re lying to me. I hate being lied to.” His palm cupped her pu**y, and he cursed. “And you’ve been lying to me.”

Tell him to stop. Shout at him, curse, and get him away.

He moved her panties aside and ran a finger through her slit. The instant he stroked across her clit, she was lost.

Gripping his arm, she closed her eyes at the sudden onslaught of sensation.

“You’re dripping wet for me, Mia. What should I do to you?” he asked.

“Please.” It had been so long since she’d been touched intimately. The last man she’d had sex with was a guy at college. He’d been shocked by her lack of commitment. She didn’t want a lifetime commitment, only sex.

“Do you need to come?”

“Yes.” There was no point in arguing. Curse had made sure to get what he wanted.

Opening her eyes, she looked over his shoulder. No one was there to see what was happening. She didn’t care what people thought. What she hated was for others to see her need. She was used to being the woman who didn’t need a man or want a man. There was only so much she could get with her own hand.

Two fingers slid across her cl*t then down to f**k inside her pu**y.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“No.”

“Ashley seems to be under the assumption that you are.”

“I didn’t f**k anyone in high school. I waited until college.”

“Any man in sight?”

“No, none.”

She cried out as he pinched her clit. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.

“I don’t care what we shouldn’t be doing or should. You’re going to come against my fingers and stop complaining.”

Mia opened her mouth ready to argue, but he took her mouth stopping her from talking.

Breaking the kiss, she moaned as his lips moved down her neck. “This doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with you.”

“I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to f**k you, nothing else.”