She let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. Marcus, a tall, broad-shouldered man with silver-streaked hair and piercing dark eyes, looked up from behind the counter. He grabbed her, his hands rough and demanding, his lips crashing down on hers. “Good girl,” he said, before turning to the crowd. But today, something shifted. She looked at herself in the mirror, a stranger staring back, her eyes wild, her lips parted, her body begging for sin. You understand?”
She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to do just fine, sweetheart. The scent of old books and something else, something musky and primal, filled her nostrils. “Kayla,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble. You here for the amateur night, sugar?”
Kayla nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. She passed the seedy part of town, her eyes darting to the adult bookstores, her heart pounding.
