My Possessive Master

"How much do you need, Young Lady?" A man in a black tuxedo asked her, biting his thin lip.

She clenched her jaw and swallowed her dignity to get the money needed for her dying sister.

Standing firm, in front of a powerful, rich CEO. Wearing a simple yet elegant white long dress embroidered with beads. She paired it with a white stiletto and a small purse on her right hand.

"Ten million dollars and you can do whatever you want to do!" she told him, "Just transfer the money to my bank account as much as possible." She added out of desperation. She can no longer bear to see her sister, dying and suffering from an accident.

The man stopped blowing the cigarette. He was surprised by the large sum she was offering to him. He stood and threw it into the trashcan, "You are too unbelievably expensive,"

He chuckled, checking the young woman in the long white dress. "Hmm, fifteen million dollars. Deal?"

"Fifteen million? That's too much for my–"

He cut her off upon lifting his hand. He put his index finger to her pale lips and gasped, "Fifteen million in exchange of a night. No cellphones, no disturbance, and no complaints about everything I want to do with you," he paused.

"Sleep with me, and after that, you will get the money... complete."

His mesmerizing blue eyes stared at her for a minute. Hypnotizing her mind, corrupting her soul, and taking her dignity.

She gulped and swallowed greedily. She only needs five million for the operation, yet she couldn't deny the fact that fifteen million was too much enough just for a night with a naughty CEO.

"Deal or you want a higher offer?" He asked her, flexing his perfect jaw and set of white teeth. He then started from her lips, down to her wet, sweating neck, until his gaze stuck on her round, medium size breast.

Yet, it took her long to decide either to accept his offer or decline it. But she needs money, and selling herself to him was the only best way and least thing she can do.

"I... I cordially accepting your offer," she answered back, trying to hold back her tears.

A deafening silence filled the room until he pulled her closer to his hard chest. Both of them chased their breaths, looking deeply into each other eyes.

"You are mine tonight, young lady." He whispered and sealed her with an aggressive, passionate kiss.

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Klaud Anderson brought her to an expensive five-star hotel owned by his sister. He chose the most grandiose, elegant room for a night with her.

"This way, Sir, Ma'am!" The hotel's receptionist leads the way to their room.

She was too quiet, nervous, and trembling. She has to do this; she must do this thing to save her sister from the brisk of death.

"Hey," Klaud poked her. "What are you doing? We're here!" He narrowed his eyes on the young woman who's standing still in front of the door.

She was afraid of what will happen yet, a strong force pushed her to take a step forward.