Rainey Weather

"It's so cold" I whispered into his ears, my lips barely brushing his skin as the words slipped out.

Sweat slicked down my spine, and the room felt too wide.

He didn't move. He didn't grin. It was as though I was talking to myself, my voice swallowed by the silence. All I felt was his heavy breath spilling onto my lips, warm and steady, hovering just before our mouths could touch.

The dark-haired, seven-feet-tall man with ocean eyes was rough when he grabbed me by the neck, with his other hand, he yanked off my pink bra in one sharp motion.

A soft gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. My body betrayed me, responding before my mind could catch up. It hurt a little, his grip, his force but pleasure rushed through my veins all the same, hot and confusing.

My knees weakened. I hated how ready I felt, how my skin burned where he touched me. Whatever would come next, my body was already bracing for it.

"Please do it," I groaned out shamelessly, begging him to stop teasing and get to the full evil act. The words tasted desperate in my mouth.

His lips curved slightly, not into a smile, but something darker. He leaned in, his mouth traveling to my neck. He licked and sucked my skin like it was a lollipop and savoring it every second.

I could see it in his eyes, he enjoyed it. He looked unreal, dangerous, almost unrealistically beautiful, like a vampire.

I sure love myself a vampire CEO especially the one who knows how to work his way with a woman. Still, something about his silence felt off, like he was studying me instead of wanting me.

"What's your name?' his gentle voice rang out, startling me. I stared straight into his eyes, caught off guard, and before I could answer, he bit my left ear like it was his favorite snack. The sharp pull sent a shiver down my spine.

Finally, he spoke. But reality crept in fast. My job never allowed me to reveal my identity to clients. It was against the contract I had signed.

"Mona Lisa," I muttered under my breath as I lied. I couldn't reveal anything about myself. All I had to do was spend the night and get paid.

One mission burned through me like fire.

GET LAID, GET PAID.

A deadline pressed at the back of my mind-the hospital bills, the collector's calls, the thin warning voice that said there was no more time.

I needed the money.

"Why did you lie?' he said, his tone calm, almost curious. His hands slid down my thighs, firm and slow, spreading my legs open. I almost screamed at the sudden movement.

His fingers brushed my pink panties before moving lower, touching me down there.

I froze. For a second, my whole body locked up. I had told myself I was ready for this. I reminded myself that this was just about money. But fear crept in anyway. Then, without warning, he yanked off my panties aggressively and his nails brushed harshly against my opening.

My dignity lay exposed in front of a stranger. There was no hiding anymore. He could see everything.

"Why are you shivering? Are you a virgin?" he smiled, one that didn't reach his eyes.

He was right.

I was a virgin.

I watched him lower his head, moving closer to my hole, ready to taste me. And then it happened.

A sudden, loud growl erupted from my stomach.

The sound was impossible to ignore. It echoed through the room, breaking the moment completely. My stomach chose the worst possible time to remind me that I hadn't eaten, and the embarrassing noise seemed ten times louder in the silence between us.

Heat rushed to my face as I stared at him in horror.

"Fuck."

I jolted awake.

My heart pounded violently as I sucked in air, clutching my golden purse to my chest like it was my lifeline. The air smelled different now, too sharp, too real, and my hands were shaking.

Fear crawled all over my skin. What exactly was that dream? It felt too real and detailed.

It was my first night working at Sodom, the house of extreme pleasure, and that dream shook me to my core. Farting on a client's face? The thought made my stomach twist.

Was it just my nerves, or was the universe warning me about what would happen if I sold my virginity for money?

A voice cut through my thoughts.

"Are you ready?" the tall woman asked.

I nodded.

She owned Sodom. She was the one who brought in wealthy clients, especially CEOs. Everything here had rules-spoken softly, enforced loudly and breaking them was never an option.

"You can't go dressed like this," she said, giving me a slow head-to-toe assessment.

She clapped once.

A huge man walked in. My mind wandered for half a second, wondering how huge he might be down there, before I shook the thought away.

"Follow me," his deep voice rang in my ears.

I obeyed, trailing behind him like a chick following its mother.

The hallway stole my breath. Everywhere I looked was a pleasure zone. Men and women shamelessly doing things I couldn't even put into words. Bodies tangled together, sounds filled the air. Pleasure in its rawest form. I stopped judging quickly, I knew I would soon be part of it.