No man ever made her scream and beg for release. As yet, I say.

She statements I’m asking for the impossible. I will prove her wrong.

I always get what I’d like. Always.

She’s a professional, paid to lie and seduce, but those techniques won’t work on me. I don’t want her insincere moans and fake smiles. I want the true thing-and I understand ways to get it. Because I know it isn’t her body that should be conquered-it’s her mind.

But our relationship rests on unsound footing, a agreement and nothing even more. And when my actions convert reckless, the vulnerable agreement may be our undoing.

Contains mature themes.