He bit his lip, glanced down the street, then back toward me. He looked so young in that moment, so innocent. He didn’t belong there. Someone was going to eat him alive, fuck him, kill him, and toss him in a dumpster. I was not going to let that happen.
“Backseat. This is your last chance.”
“Or… what?”
“You won’t like the consequences.”
“I… I appreciate the offer, but I think I need to go home.”
I loosened my grip on his arm. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you obey. That’s a lot better than I can say for whoever might come along next.”
He studied me as if trying to assess whether I was lying.
“You came to me. You’re mine now.” His eyes widened, and I watched the muscles of his throat work as he swallowed.
“I… I can’t get in back if you don’t let go of me.”
I found myself reluctant to stop touching him, which was stupid. I was about to put him on his knees and have his mouth around my cock. I didn’t think he was going to run now. Because while there was still fear in his eyes, there was something else there too. He was interested, not just because he needed money. Slowly, I released my grip on his arm.
He moved just as slowly, keeping his eyes on me as he reached for the handle on the back door. He opened it and slipped inside the car. I turned to look at him.
“Isn’t it easier to talk with both of us in the car?”
His eyes were wide, but he nodded. How many times had he done this before? Had he been scared every time? Had anyone cared? I wanted to track down all those men and snap their necks.
I glanced back toward Connor. He was alert and watchful, and Sully, another member of my security team, sat in the passenger seat. Sure I was covered, I climbed into the back seat and the boy scooted over to make room for me.
“What’s your name?” I brought one leg up onto the seat and ran my hand over the hard ridge of my cock.
The boy watched my hand.
“I asked you a question.”
His head snapped up as if he were coming out of a trance. No, I hadn’t been flattering myself. He wanted this. I could make him into an incredible submissive.
“My name?” The words were strangled. “Anything you want it to be.”
I raised my eyes to his and didn’t say a word. He shivered, letting me know he felt my displeasure.
“Valentine.”
“No,” I said.
He sighed. “Henri. It’s Henri.”
“You’re going to suck my cock, Henri.”
“I… Yes, sir.”
“Good. I like when you show me respect.”
His hands went to my fly. The fact that they were shaking only made me harder. I liked power. I liked knowing I made men afraid, and I liked Henri. I stroked my fingers along his cheek, then cupped his chin and tilted his face up. “Unless you defy me, I won’t hurt you. I’m an asshole, and I’m used to getting my way, but I’m fair.”
“This…” He looked around and gestured toward the street. “Nothing about this is fair.”
I didn’t let myself dwell on that. “Take my cock out, Henri. I want to fill your mouth with it.” I brushed my thumb over his lip, and he sucked the digit into his mouth. Jesus, just that felt good enough to have me needing more air. How did this boy have me so entranced? I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock, offering it to him.
2
Henri
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I’d been asking that a lot lately, ever since I’d lost my job and gotten so behind on student loans and the bills that had piled up after my mother died that I’d been desperate enough to try what my cousin swore to me was the best way to earn fast money.
So far, the nights I’d spent working the street had been demoralizing, scary, and not very lucrative. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.
When I saw the man crash his car, something told me to go to him, that he was exactly what I needed. Once I saw his hypnotizing dark eyes, his short dark hair that was trying to curl, and the way he held himself with such arrogance even as he sat there in his fucked-up car, I knew I wanted him. I also knew he was trouble.
Now, despite the money I’d already made, I was starting to wonder if I would’ve been better off never approaching him. Except this was the first time I hadn’t been fighting revulsion with a customer. The way he spoke to me—like he was so sure I would do exactly what he said—was hot as fuck. He was mesmerizing but also dangerous. All anyone had to do was look at him to know that.
I wondered if he would actually give me more money. If he didn’t, I still would’ve made more than I had from anyone yet.
I stared at his cock as he freed it from his pants. It was long and thick with a prominent vein running along the length. I didn’t know how much of it I’d be able to swallow. Would he force it down my throat the way other men had? Somehow, with this man, the thought of him controlling everything turned me on instead of scaring me. Something about him simply exuded power.
He ran a hand lazily up and down his length as he studied me. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I licked my lips and swallowed, forgetting to make eye contact, forgetting to work at seduction the way I was supposed
