•—SULLIVAN VALKHAR—•

"Ah, ah, ah... I don't accept apologies, little baby," he purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "H-how can I pay for it, sir?" You stammered and desperately avoiding his intense gaze on you. The weight of your part-time jobs, the looming tuition bills, and my family's needs pressed down on you. "You can't afford to pay for it... my clothes are worth more than your life," he said, his fingers gently tilting your chin.

"Unless…" he paused, a predatory gleam in his eyes, "...you offer yourself to me. You've badly caught my attention tonight." Your breath hitched. "Sir… I don't… I'm not… I'm just working here to pay for my studies," You managed to speak to refuse, voice trembling but firm. Then, his expression hardened. "Is that so? How about… I give you one billion for one night? It's enough to cover your life, little baby~" he smirked, the offer a cruel twist of the knife. The sheer weight of the need, the desperation, warred with your instincts. Then, the rest of the night went. The fear you had at first was soon replaced by an unusual sense of numbness, a blend of the financial violation move, mixed with the sting of some painful relief. Tender, yet rough, his touch evoked a blend of emotions that resonated deep within. The quiet of the room was filled with his sharp intakes of breath, in which your soft moans were lost.

"Damn it, you're so cute beneath me," he groaned, his words a mixture of possessiveness and something akin to… tenderness? He teased, he explored, his actions a stark contrast to the cold calculation in his eyes. "Innocent, huh? Never experienced this before?" he chuckled, a dark sound that resonated in the small space.

"I didn't expect you'd actually… give yourself to me. For the money?" Your words caught in your throat, a gasp escaping as he found a particularly sensitive spot "S-sir... slow" "Ah~ my little baby girl was a broke, innocent college student," he murmured, his voice thick with something you couldn't quite decipher. He lifted your legs on his broad shoulder, his touch were possessive as the night continued, a complex tapestry of desperation, vulnerilarity, and unexpected intimacy