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She stiffened, feeling fury build up within her, overwhelming the fear that had been
there seconds before.
“You have no right to speak to me like this.”
He smiled, the movement twisting the scar until he looked like a monster.
“I’ll pay extra,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. He angled his head in toward
hers. “I’ve had to do it before. You can even keep your eyes closed so you don’t have to
see me. Just tell me the price.”


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 Joanna Wylde


She shook her head, unsure what to say. He was dangerous and he was armed.
Anything might set him off.
“It has nothing to do with how you look,” she said finally. “I’m simply not in the
market. Go to a pleasure house, they’ll take care of you there.”
“I want you.”
He caught her hand in his. She tried to pull away from him, but he was so much
stronger she might have been an insect for all the good it did her. He pulled the hand
down between them and pressed against his groin.
His cock pushed against his breeches, hard and ready. Reflexively she squeezed her
fingers, and he gasped. He leaned forward against her, crushing her to the wall. She
squeezed again and he moaned.
Panicked, she writhed against him, trying to escape.
“Don’t move,” he said between gritted teeth. “Not unless you want me to fuck you
right here.”
Giselle froze.
After a moment he eased back, still holding her hand to his hard length. She could
feel the heat of his arousal coming off in waves. To her disgust, she was responding.
Her legs tingled and she held back a shiver.
“How much?” he asked again, his voice hoarse.
“I’m not for sale,” she whispered. “You have to believe that.”
“Everyone is for sale,” he said. “It’s just a matter of finding the right price.”
His eyes held hers for a moment; she was transfixed. Then he eased back from her,
releasing her hand. She drew it back, wiping it against her apron reflexively. He
propped one arm up against the wall, imprisoning her just as effectively as before.
“I’m staying at the Pleasance Hostel with Vetch,” he said slowly. “He’s going off-
station tonight, but I’ll be here another two cycles at least.” He lifted one hand between
them and reached into her cleavage, slowly sliding his fingers back down between her
breasts. His fingers caressed the gentle slopes. Why had she worn such a low-cut, tight
blouse? Why had she pulled it down so far? His gaze burned through her with an
intensity beyond bearing. She closed her own eyes, denying him that window into her
soul.
She felt him lean forward, and he whispered in her ear.
“Take this,” he said, his warm breath sending shivers through her. She felt his
fingers brush something scratchy against her soft skin. He’d put something in there,
where the credit chit had been. “And think about your price. I’m prepared to pay it.”
She remained still, frozen with eyes closed for another moment. She felt the heat of
him pull away, heard him walk slowly down the hall. She counted to thirty, took a deep