Chapter 11

The Prey

"Your mouth," His thumb pressed against my lips as I sucked in a deep breath. "Around my cock."

When I was thirteen, my mother taught me a thing or two about society. At that time it was just blabbers of hers and nothing more than that.

Stay away from trouble.

Do not bring boys home.

No late night outs.

Never associate yourself with people who view you as nothing more than just dust on their shoes.

The first three I could understand.

The man in front of me viewed me as nothing more than just dust under his shoes. Maybe I looked easy to him. Desperate for money he thought I would sell my dignity for his pleasure. I had been called worse in my life - cheater, teacher's pet, desperate, poor, fat, but never a prostitute.

Anger simmered like hot lava. "I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression, sir. But I have to refuse." Defiance shone bright in my eyes.

The maniac bit back a grin.

And I held myse