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I’d been just minutes before, until I realized this was probably her first orgasm, at least at the hands of a man.  
    “I-I…” She paused, stumbling to find words, a red wave of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.  
    “You're beautiful, Allie.” I pressed a hand at her jawline, my own libido suddenly taking a back seat to the siren song I’d just witnessed. “Was that your first orgasm?” I said, only wanting open honesty with her. I had to be prepared, had to know everything about her before I took her for my own.  
    Her eyes darted away, before she bit her lip and nodded slowly. Tears of shame soon pooled in her eyes, and she pushed my body away, hopping off the dresser and righting her torn dress.  
    “Don’t do that, don’t shut down on me.” I snagged her wrist and paused her nervous movements. “Don’t be ashamed of a single fucking thing with me. I want all of you. The beautiful parts, the messy parts, the sexy-as-hell parts, the emotional parts, I want it all. It may take me two years to prove it to you, but I want everything you have to offer. And I expect the same from you,” I ended, finally feeling like I’d gotten through to her when she peered up at me with wide eyes. “Understand me?” I clasped her chin between my thumb and finger. She nodded silently. “Say it,” I instructed, knowing I needed this reassurance from her more than anything else.
    She nodded again, her eyes riveted on mine for the first time all night. She’d been dying to look away at every interaction before now, and yet at this very moment it seemed she couldn’t bring herself to, no matter how hard she tried. I was getting to her. “Yes, Asher,” she said quietly and clearly, before her eyes dropped down to my lips, still parted and panting from the unsatisfied sexual tension rocketing between us.  
    “That’s a girl.” I smiled, placing another kiss on the tip of her nose before adding another more meaningful one at the bow of her lips. “Now get ready for bed. Peggy will mend this in the morning,” I touched her bare thigh peeking through the golden disaster of a dress. “If it can be.” My lips lifted in a cocky grin as I internally beat my chest for her.  
    I wanted her. She knew it now, and I knew goddamn well she wanted me. Gone was the infuriating game of cat and mouse. Now I only had to make her mine. I only had to convince her why she should give me her heart on top of everything else.

nine
    Eve
    With my hands quaking, I watched Asher Strong walk out of the closet, leaving me turned on and shaken all at the same time. I heard the soft snick of the bedroom door closing and knew I was alone. I collapsed in a weakened heap on the floor and let out a soft sob. What the hell was I doing here? Who was this man?  
    Tears poured down my cheeks in streams as I clutched at the fabric of the cheap dress my foster mother had made me wear just this morning. I didn’t want it mended, I wanted it burned. I choked on the lump in my throat as my thoughts reeled, feeling like I’d somehow been plucked from a world of dark misfortune and plopped into a fairy tale with a handsome Prince Charming with an enormous house that may as well be a modern-day castle. I wasn’t this girl. I didn’t fit in here. Fairy tales weren’t real and there was no such thing as a handsome prince coming to save me. Why did he even want me? Why had he paid so much for my time? I was a virgin. Didn’t men like him want an experienced woman who knew how to please them? When it came time to have sex with Asher Strong for the very first time under contract, when I would lose my virginity, how would that make me feel?  
    Just having an orgasm at his deft hands and the enormous, rigid, steel length between his legs made me nearly lose my stomach. I liked him. Of course I liked him. What wasn’t to like? He was handsome, kind, thoughtful, incredibly intense with the sexiest smile.  
    But what did I have to offer? An awkward girl in