Excerpt Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster

Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, Iβm used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyieldingβIβm all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesnβt wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, Iβm intrigued.
Ash Elliott needs cash, and I make her trade in crudeness and degradation for it. I crave her tears, her moans. I pay for each one. And every time, she comes back for more. When she challenges me with an offer of her own, I have to decide if Iβm willing to give her far more than cold hard cash.
But love can have deadly consequences when it comes from a Constantine. At the stroke of midnight, that choice may be lost for both of us.
Publication Date : October 27, 2020
Excerpt Stroke of Midnight by K. Webster
I stare at the two thousand dollars we agreed upon. It doesnβt feel real. Since meeting Winston, Iβve made over four thousand dollars, kicking me up to eleven grand in my college fund. Itβs annoying the relief I feel. It would have taken me months to make that much at FGM Services. I know Manda offered to pay, but Iβd feel much better if I could somehow pay for it myself, even if itβs just books and supplies. I hate having to be indebted to her.
I go to reach for the money, but his hand covers mine, stopping me. My heart does a nervous skip in my chest.
βWant to earn more?β His eyes flare with challenge.
I can do this.
I can endure his weird-ass fantasies because he pays well.
βYes,β I tell him with false bravado.
βThen wrap those lips around your breadstick. Lick it and suck it. Like you wish it were my dick.β He nods at the bread on my plate. βFive hundred dollars.β
God, he is so freaking bizarre.
Iβm about to tell him where to shove his breadstick when I decide to negotiate for more. Itβs just a breadstick, not his dick. I can do this. Easily. Iβm practically salivating for it anyway. The bread, not his dick.
βEight,β I counter
βA grand if you moan my name while you do it and donβt stop when Francis brings our food.β He winks at me. βEasy money.β
βFifteen hundred and Iβll gag on it.β
He fists his hand, his jaw clenching, the first sign of a normal human reaction. Heat burns down my spine, pooling in my pelvis. Iβm not turned on by him. Not a bit.
βYou have yourself a deal, little girl.β
Closing my eyes, I attempt to distance myself from him as I pick up my bread. He clears his throat, earning my stare, and shakes his head.
βEyes on me,β he murmurs. βEverything you do, I want your eyes on me.β