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Sofi Marchetti’s body is her business, and her business is expensive. For the right price, she’ll let a stranger take what he wants—no safe word, no limits, just her cunt for the taking. Each chapter is a new buyer, a new transaction, until one of them decides he’s not paying to fuck her, but to own her.
Sofi is already on the bed in the red-lit room, the chiffon babydoll riding up her thighs, nipples pressing against the sheer bodice as she slows her breathing to mimic sleep. The door clicks open and
Sofi stands under the bare branches of a dying oak in the abandoned park, the damp grass cold through her thin dress, and watches Marcus approach through the gray dusk, his silhouette familiar. He sto
Sofi sits on the edge of her bed, the phone cold against her ear, her thighs still trembling from the scene that went too far—the client's words still echoing in her head like a bruise. Marcus answers
Sofi stirs in Marcus's bed, his chest warm against her back, his morning hardness pressing against her thigh as he kisses her shoulder, slow and lazy. She turns to him, her mouth finding his, and for
Sofi's vivid dream before drifts up from a dream of Marcus's weight and heat, her body already rocking, and wakes to find him thrusting into her, his cock buried to the hilt, her cunt slick and full—h