39. Brooke
Two nights later, we attend a poker game. Some high rollers thing where it costs a hundred thousand dollars just to sit in. It’s just going to be a bunch of old dudes sitting around playing cards, which sounds boring, and I’m playing arm candy, too, which is getting a little tiresome. But I’m pretty sure I’m going to be rewarded with orgasms afterward, so the night won’t be a complete write-off.
And the early hours of the morning, too, if the last couple of nights are any indication.
Lev likes to fuck.
And he likes to fuck long and hard and right through to the early hours of the next day.
And I’m here for it.
I might have been taken out of one life and forced into another, but I’ve learned when to fight and when to submit, and it doesn’t hurt that submitting to my new life with Lev is proving to be far more pleasurable than painful.
I don’t know what lies ahead when this farce is over.
I don’t dare let myself think about it.
Getting ready to leave for the poker game, I slide on a pair of Betty Saville heels that show off my legs in the short halter dress I have on. I turn in the mirror to check how I look. Hair up. Smoky eyes. Glossy lips.
Exactly how Lev likes me.
Tonight, I’m also wearing the choker he bought at the charity auction.
And not because it goes perfectly with the dress I’m wearing.
Lev likes it on me.
Because it lets everyone know exactly whom I belong to.