The Billionaire's Stripper Dirty Secret

Sabrina Pov

"Wait," I said, my voice tight with panic. "I can't do this."

The room Smith showed me felt like a trap disguised in silk sheets.

Smith leaned against the wall with that tired smirk he always wore when I tried to argue.

"You don't have a choice."

"I do. I'm not doing this."

"Well" He drawled, "It's already paid for. You get in the bed and be a good girl."

I clenched my jaw.

I was in a tight corner. Yet, I wasn't ready to give away something I could never get back. Not for debt. Not for safety. Not when it was the only thing I had left to call mine.

"I can't sleep with him," I said, walking towards the door.

Smith looked bored. "Then be ready to pay three grand on top of the money you owe me."

"That's unfair!"

"That's business," he said, bored, inspecting his nails. "Any other girl would kill for the chance to screw Adrian Marks."

"Any other girl would jump at the opportunity to sleep with Adrian Marks," he said with a lazy grin.

My stomach dropped in a mix of horror and disbelief.

I blinked.

"What?"

Smith chuckled. "You live under a rock? "The billionaire. CEO. Stone-cold asshole. One of his friends booked you for him. Lucky you."

My hands went cold.

Adrian Marks.

The man I'd been watching from afar. Beautiful in a way that hurts to look at for too long. The man that never looked at me.

"He doesn't know it's me," I whispered.

"Of course," Smith snorted. "You're just a stripper in a mask. He'll fuck you and be gone before morning."

That was the moment the trembling stopped.

I should have said no.

But I didn't.

Because suddenly, it didn't feel like I was giving something away. It felt like I was taking something for myself.

I sat on the edge of the bed, crossed my legs, trying to look like a woman who knew what she was doing when every nerve in my body screamed run.

All my doubts died the moment he walked into the room.

Adrian Marks. Six feet of raw power in the same charcoal suit as earlier. His presence knocked the air out of me.

"I've been waiting for you," My voice didn't sound like mine, it sounded like someone else's.

His eyes met mine. And my heart hurt.

He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what kind of woman I was.

"Take off the mask," A command, low and smooth as butter. He sounded like a man who didn't take no for an answer.

I slowly took it off, heart thundering so hard I could hear it over the silence.

His gaze skimmed my face, cool and unreadable.

There was no flicker of recognition. And that hurt more than it should have.

"How do you want me?" My voice didn't crack, though my pulse was a riot in my veins.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Voice deep, calm, careful. The kind of voice that could undo a girl.

But I wanted to.

God help me, I wanted to.

I gathered up all the courage in me and walked to him on shaky legs.

"I want you and I know you want me too." I stood on my tiptoe and kissed him first, soft and quick.

"Fuck it." His hand immediately grabbed the back of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair, He crashed his lips into mine like ice meeting fire.

His hand curled around my nape, tilting my head slightly back. Then his lips met mine like ice meeting fire. He kissed me like a man possessed, backing me against the wall. I kissed him back because I needed him.

Buzzing to the surface, souls aflame.

His hands wandered, squeezing every of my curves, my ass like he owned every inch.

I let out a gasp as he lifted me with ease.

"Wrap your legs around me," he growled.

I complied without hesitation. I could feel how hard and thick he was now pressed firmly against my soaked panties.

"Sabrina, this isn't right," I tried to remind myself over and over again. I tried to resist, but my body didn't care. It craved for more of his touch.

He slid my panties aside and pressed a finger inside of me. I gasped, body tensing, back arching from the stretch, nails digging his shoulders.

"Breathe." He whispered in my ear.

But I couldn't. It felt too foreign, too good to be true.

He thrusted his finger slowly coaxing me open, watching my reactions.

"More," I whispered, not understanding the pleasure I was feeling. "Please-" My hips chased the touch, greedy and desperate already.

He growled, obliging to my request.

He fucked me faster and deeper, scissoring, hitting that spot again and again until I was sobbing, trembling and shameless. "oh my God"

"You're doing so good," He whispered, kissing my cheek. "Just a little more, Angel. Let me open you up right."

He carried me on the bed like I weighed nothing, stripping off his shirt and pants in seconds.

I gasped as I stared at his huge glistening cock. There was no way that would fit in me but my greedy body was too blinded by pleasure to stop.

He stroked it a couple of times as he lined up with my pussy lips. "You have such a pretty cunt."

He grabbed the condom on the night stand and quickly put it on.

"You ready?" His voice like gravel.

My eyes locked onto his, breath shaking. "I've been ready since forever."

He chuckled, obviously not understanding the truth behind my words.

I tensed up as he entered me inch by inch. My scream crushed the silence in the room.

"Fucking hell, you feel" he hissed as if he were in pain. "You are impossibly tight."

He gripped my hips, jaw locked.

"Oh fuck...fuck!"

It felt like I was being ripped in half with every bone jarring thrust he gave. It was too good and too painful at the same time, knocking the breath from my lungs.

I clutched at him, nails raking his back. "That was the point, Angel... to make you scream," he growled against my neck, his teeth coming out to nip me.

My body was not under my control anymore, I wrapped my legs around him as he ground our pelvises together hitting my cervix with each thrust.

I let him take whatever he wanted. Happy, even, to give him everything even if it meant I'd be left with nothing in the end.

The bed rocked against the wall with every thrust. I was on the verge of losing my voice.

"Yes," I cried. "Yesyesyes, right there, fuck-"

He groaned low in his throat, grabbing my hips in both hands and grinding into me harder now, setting a rhythm that felt like sin.

"That's it," he rasped. "Take it. All of it."

"You're so deep-"

"You're taking it so well, Angel," he rasped. "So tight around me, fuck! look at you."

My back arched again, body writhing under every brutal, perfect roll of his hips. It was electric. Noises, skin, breath, pain, curses, moans.

"Let go," He said, right against his lips. "I got you. Let go."

I came with a sharp cry, body seizing and my thighs trembled loose around his waist.

He followed with a low, guttural moan, spilling into the condom with a final thrust that left me spineless and ruined. He collapsed next to me.

And in that haze of sex and sleep and truth too heavy to hold, I mumbled against his arm, "You are everything I don't deserve."

I lay next to him and stared at the ceiling, trying not to fall apart. Tears stung my eyes. He didn't know what he'd taken. Didn't know what it cost me to give it. I was selfish and stupid.

I moved fast, quietly. Pulled on my robe with trembling fingers, ignoring the ache between my legs, ignoring the part of me that wanted to stay.

I left in silence. Not because i wanted to. But because if I'd said goodbye, if I'd looked at his sleeping face even once, I wouldn't have been able to leave at all.