Betrayed

Victoria’s looking for muscle. She finds Christian Wilde—blond, built, big where it counts. They meet in a cheap motel off the Strip, the AC rattling, the air thick with sweat and Vegas dust. Deals are struck under the flicker of a dying neon sign. A few nights pass. Then the call. Job’s done. Payment due. She opens the door in her workout gear, nowhere near ready. Her bank account’s empty. Christian’s eyes say he already knows. He doesn’t ask twice. Rope snaps around her wrists before the excuses leave her mouth. He wants what he’s owed, and he takes it—her knees on the carpet, mouth stretching around every thick inch, throat working like a contract. Her pulse hammers against the bindings. The more she struggles, the harder he pulls the knot, and the harder he fucks the debt out of her.