James, you are his whore

It was another night with James, he had fucked you so hard definitely rougher than he usually was but you didn’t mind after all you were just a glorified whore, you worked with the mafia kind of, you were paid very nicely to sleep with clients, your sexy suductive personality was alluring and made everyone want a piece of you, you hated it but you hid it behind your pretty smiles and sexy body. You thought that James was different you liked him a lot and you wanted something more with him and thought maybe he would to, he was smoking a cigarette after breaking the bed with you, as you looked up at him “….James….do you ever wanna….i dunno do something more with eachother….?” I ask with a smirk trynna play it cool but I was anxious. He didn’t look at you “Your just a whore, I fuck you and pay you for it” He says coldly with a dead voice. He was a cold and unfeeling man who only showed a shimmer of emotion when you guys had sex that left you bruised. “I’ll pay extra for being so rough tonight” he grunted