5 GRAND FOR PU**Y

LEXIE’S POV

“Ahm….” Moans escaped my lips, and my eyes screwed shut as the very handsome stranger violated every inch of my body.

But surprisingly, the pain was slowly replaced by a sweet sensation. It was like I was hurting but enjoying myself at the same time.

“Open your eyes.” He commanded, and his thrusts became demanding and more aggressive.

It felt like my insides were being rearranged; it felt good, but it hurt like hell.

“I can’t take it anymore.” I whispered, my voice parched. This was the third time he was taking me in. He was like a hungry animal; his appetite just increased the more he ate.

“You will take anything and everything I give you.” He roughly tilted my face back towards him.

I could no longer feel the lower part of my body; everything ached. Exhaustion soon followed, and all I wanted to do was sleep. He wouldn’t let me; he’d be mad.

I didn’t know him at all, but I could tell that his personality would be that of someone who couldn’t be denied anything he wanted, even if he didn’t ask nicely. He didn’t need power; he was power himself.

“You wanted money... You were assertive about what you wanted. So am I,” he muttered in my ears.

“Now look at me!” He held my jaw firmly, and he fastened his hips.

“Ahhm….please…” Pleading moans involuntarily fell from me, and I grimaced as I was going mad with the mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Watch me while I finish.” He lifted my legs on his shoulder so he could thrust deep.

“I want to defile those innocent eyes of yours; I’d be the only good thing you remember. The man who can make you bleed and make you feel pleasure instead of pain—no man has done this to you... You won’t get to think of another because it’s only me you get to fuck.”

Only him?

With our gazes still locked to each other, he held my neck, and I watched as his face went red when he came on my stomach. And he crashed onto the bed next to me.

*************

As I lay beside him, my chest rose and fell from the intensity of our rough exchange. I wouldn’t call it love-making; it was a trade.

The sheets were tangled around us, and the room was filled with the scent of sweat and satisfaction. Exhausted, I slowly sat up, intending to leave even though my legs felt like they might give out beneath me.

He hadn’t even paid for my services; I had never felt so used and violated.

Okay, let me rephrase, “Used?” Yes, I have been used a couple of times. But “violated” had never happened to me this way.

If it were possible to sit in a warm bathtub and scrub away the huge shame I felt after doing this, then I would. Probably even make use of an iron sponge for better results,

“You really outdid yourself this time, Lexie.” I whispered to myself as I stared blankly at the wall. I couldn’t move, not even towards the bathroom, so why not wallow in self-disgust?

“Leaving so soon?” His voice was smooth, with a hint of amusement in his words. He propped himself up on one elbow and watched me with an intense gaze.

I suddenly felt a shy and awkward feeling settle down on me. I realised that I was still naked, and his eyes wouldn’t stop raking my body.

In awkwardness, I grabbed the sheets and pulled them up to my chest.

“Like I said earlier, you’re one interesting little thing.” He let out a small laugh.

Thing? He basically classified me as an object every time he opened his mouth, but that didn’t upset me. It didn’t even bother me like it should.

What bothered me was the fact that he wasn’t saying anything about my pay.

“I have been into every inch of you more than you ever could, even if you try to fuck yourself. Or don’t you?” He smirked with arched brows.

Fuck myself? Wasn’t that supposed to be like an insult?

I didn’t understand him; why does everything he says make me feel filthy?

“I should really get going... What of my erm...” I struggled with the words.

Just ask for your pay, Damnit Lexie!

“I’m supposed to pay you now; how much?” He outright asked.

“If it’s not too much...” When I started, I could ask for the exact amount of money I needed for my mom’s chemotherapy. But who would pay five grand for pussy?

“Just tell me how much." He stubbornly retorted.

“3 grand.” I replied briefly, and I bit the inside of my cheek in fear.

He snickered, “Is this what you call too much? My annex credit card didn’t tell you all you needed to know, did it?”

I didn’t know what he expected me to say to that, but I couldn’t just know a person by their credit card. I could only tell that they were rich, and I knew he was.

I should have even asked for the whole five grand, damnit!

“I didn’t want to sound greedy, but if you can pay, I’d be glad.”

He huffed, almost like he was angry. I turned my eyes back to his, and his formerly amused face turned grim and dark.

“Never underestimate my wealth.”

“There is nothing that I can’t afford, nothing I can’t do. I’m worth billions of dollars, so you would do well to be careful with your choice of words around me.”

“Billions….” I mumbled in disbelief

“Why don’t we have a little introduction? Take this.” He reached for the small bedside table and pulled a little card off it before he handed it to me.

“CEO Damian Valour.”

I groaned in frustration and face-palmed myself when I realised that I knew the man in bed with me. How could I have missed his face? He was in every magazine, interview, and newspaper. His family owned half of New York City; at the mention of his name, even married women would turn.

The first son of the Valour family and the cold and ruthless CEO of Valour Group companies, his arrogance precedes him. And guess what? He was the one who fucked the hell out of me.

He remained quiet as he watched me, and I was sure he knew that I was mentally scolding myself. I was easy to read after all; the mixed emotions going through me couldn’t go unnoticed.

“Of all people...” My mind was scolded.

“You seem to be going through different stages of regret... I promise I’m not that bad if you’ll be a good girl.” He snatched the card from me.

“I have something better to offer you.”

Something better? What could be better than taking the money I needed and just getting the hell out of his space? Damian was money, but he was trouble, and one that I couldn’t handle.

“I need a wife; what’s your price?” He announced it casually.

My brain hadn’t fully processed the fact that I just casually slept with a billionaire, but then he just made a serious statement and made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. I really wanted a peek at how his head works, because he had been baffling me the whole night.

A wife? Did he think a wife was something he could easily buy on eBay or something?

“Excuse me, Mr. Valor. I don’t understand.” Confusion was plastered all over my face.

“It shouldn’t be your first time hearing about contractual relationships. I need a fake wife; here’s the entire agreement.” He handed me a document.

I gave him a reluctant look before I received the paper, and I stared blankly at it.

“My fiancée suddenly left the country; if not, I’d be married by now. But for other reasons best known to me, I need to be married till she gets back. I also have a divorce agreement prepared.” He casually pulled out another document and handed it to me.

For some reason, I felt I needed a lawyer since a billionaire was casually throwing ready-made agreements at me. If I didn’t think this through, then I could get in a lot of trouble.

But who was I kidding? I couldn’t even afford regular meals, even if I was dying. How was I going to get a lawyer? Let it just remain a smart thought process, nothing more.

“Once she gets back, you'll sign the divorce agreement, and we'll both go our separate ways. And you need not worry about the press; I can handle the media.”

My gaze consistently went between him and the documents as I tried to digest and make sense of everything. My brain failed woefully at cooperating; I was empty-minded.

I had not been quite up to date with the internet, so as to have more knowledge about this fiancée of his. There wasn’t much about her, in general.

But I had seen her once when Paparazzi leaked a picture of her and Damian together; it caused a lot of frenzy in the media.

“VICTORIA HAYES, daughter to the millionaire CEO owner of “Hayes Empire," is seen in a romantic atmosphere with billionaire CEO, DAMIAN VALOUR.”

The headlines—those were the only things I knew.

I didn’t need a smack on the head to know that this was the easiest way out of my misery. My search for money would suddenly come to an abrupt end with this billionaire, his annex credit card without limit, and his shocking offer.

My mother would get the best treatment, and that was everything I had been working for for half of the years of my life. We could have a better life, finally.

And while I wasn’t looking at the consequences of jumping into this agreement, I could only see the advantages. It wasn’t hard to be a wife.

My eyes scurried down further to the rules of our fake marriage.

The licensee would live and act as a wife and fulfil all the obligations of a wife to a husband to the licensor. Such as rendering sexual services.

The licensee would, on no condition, get pregnant for the licensor; in a case where that happens, the licensee is expected to terminate the pregnancy immediately.

The licensee should not be seen in a romantic atmosphere of any kind with another man.

The licensor would be the sole dictator of the licensee and whatever she chooses to wear, do, or say in public.

The licensee would be obliged to follow the licensor to any party, event, or gathering.

The licensee shall be willing to show her face in the media for whatever purpose is needed.

The licensee would be qualified for specific benefits, such as credit cards, clothes, personal cooks, and other luxury items.

And so many other rules, including another bold description that feelings would not be involved in the relationship. I had nothing more to lose except my mother, and I wouldn’t lose her.

“5 million dollars, and I want it paid in full.” I announced, my mind made up.

"Deal,” he readily replied. He kept staring at me with interest; his expression was unremarkable. Whatever was going through his head couldn’t be easily figured out. But to be honest, I didn’t want to know; I didn’t want any more surprises.

He probably thought I was going to ask for more; I was aware of his worth. But I had already belittled myself by sleeping with him for money. I couldn’t go lower and make myself look like a gold digger.

I grabbed the pen in front of him. My heart was beating like crazy in my chest, but I sucked up my fear and signed the document quickly with almost my eyes closed, and I left the divorce paper unsigned.

He let out a soft and satisfactory laugh, and I dropped the document on the bed.

“When will our agreement become effective?” I nervously squeezed the duvet on my body; I wasn’t really sure what I was doing. I just knew that I had to do it.

“From now, you will go home with me tonight.” He muttered, and a curt nod from me followed.

“I want you again.” He pulled me closer.

“I’m still tender.” I hesitated

“Get used to this….” He said, his voice almost a whisper.

“You would not say no to me, my wife.”