“Life isn't beautiful. Sometimes, it's as ugly as our worst nightmares. This is one of those times.”
Pepper has hit rock bottom. With barely enough money to pay for food, desperate times call for desperate measures. She's convinced that she has been through enough to weather any emotional storm. But she never could have prepared herself for meeting Dmitri Strife.
This is book two of a dark romance series.
Tattoos. He's covered in them. His arms, his chest, his stomach.
Everything is done in black except for a tribal tattoo seemingly coming right out of his pants. I can imagine that the end of it leads to some detail pointing to his dick. It's the type of tattoo an arrogant prick would get—a guy who knows he has a delicious body. I try to focus on all of the other tattoos because that one is just too naughty. Roses and stars and writing in languages I can't even pretend to guess at. I'll never understand why people get tattoos that no one else can read. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of showing them off?
I stare blatantly, trying to distract myself from what my body is beginning to feel for him. If I look at him curiously, as a work of art instead of a very sexual human being grinding on me, then maybe I can stop feeling.
Brodie takes his shirt off and tosses it on the sofa beside me. To be honest, I'm a bit surprised that he didn't throw it at me, but I'm glad he didn't. I'm embarrassed enough as it is because I know that despite all of my internal fussing, I kind of want him. It's definitely not a bad thing, but one I certainly never really expected to experience with a client.
That's just it, Pepper. He's a client. It's just sex. Only sex. Don't think too far into it.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Priscila Talavera Morales
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