Then Earn It Yourself

Damien Sterling's arm wrapped around Emma Hart's neck, his body exuding a faint scent of tobacco mixed with the surge of hormones, creating a potent atmosphere as he leaned close to her neck. Emma's body began to tremble slightly, fear creeping in as it always did in moments like these with him.

Damien's breath was warm against her ear, his voice low and laced with a mischievous tone, "But money is a useful thing, it can do a lot of things, like..." His teeth grazed her earlobe, gently biting down, "make you listen obediently!"

Emma wriggled free from Damien's embrace, managing to extricate herself and jump back, her body still shaking. He always seemed to measure her worth in money, seeing her as nothing more than a woman willing to do anything for it. It was clear now—he had always underestimated her, seen right through her.