Free Dirty Boy by Kathryn Kelly

my mouth was watering over her tits. And a detail I thought worked well.”
    “Which is?” Max spoke for the first time since she’d walked in, wearing sneakers, a Hello Kitty T-shirt, and a pair of shorts. She did have some nice tits, not overly large but high and round. Sensuous lips. Thick eyelashes. He’d always thought the camera would love her. Based on her face and her body, she had a real shot in the industry. Best of all, Max wanted to fuck her. His dick had wanted her for a very long time. He could have her, use her as she and her mother had used their father, thus slaking his need for her and avenging Winston. But he wouldn’t make this easy. “What is interesting enough that I shouldn’t throw her out immediately?”
    Amusement lit Ryker’s eyes, and he smirked at her before answering on her behalf. “She needs her V-card punched in.”
    Biting down on her lip, Story blushed, adding to her beauty as always. He didn’t know if he wanted to fuck that mouth of hers first or taste it again.
    He’d have to tweak the script to accommodate her virginity, if she told the truth. “You’ve never fucked?” he asked, studying her carefully. It would be poetic justice to convince her to do this movie and then keep her money as she and her mother had stolen theirs. “This isn’t a joke, correct?”
    Sadness, anger, and hurt flashed across her face. Dark circles ringed her eyes as if she hadn’t rested well in days. He shoved aside how seeing her sweet face brought him back to a time when he still had a heart to give. He latched onto his sense of vindication. Only recently had they managed to pull their father away from the bottle after Babs and Story betrayed him. Max had always known she was a golddigger-in-training. “Story?” he prodded.
    Misery marred her features. “No joke,” she pushed out.
    He exchanged a glance with Eric, then shrugged, not wanting to show his eagerness to fuck her. To touch her.
    “Fuck it. We roll in fifteen. Clean up the set. Let’s get moving, people.” Eric turned toward the bed and motioned for someone to repair the covers, still ruffled from Max’s failed fuck with Greta and the blonde. “Clothes off, Story. This will be good. Hopefully, you’ll bleed so that we can capture it.”
    “Wait.” Story rushed behind Eric and grabbed his arm. Wide-eyed and vulnerable, her gaze flickered from him to Max. “You want to film me being deflowered?”
    Eric snatched away from her grasp. “Take it or leave it.”
    “I-I thought we’d do it in private. I don’t want to be deflowered onscreen.”
    Story had always captivated Max. From the moment he’d seen her in her Hello Kitty bathing suit in that deserted room at his father’s house. Now, the panic in her voice affected him. He didn’t like it at all. She’d come to them . Either she’d abide by their dictates or she could leave.
    “If you don’t want to do it, then get the fuck out of here,” Eric told her sharply, beating Max to the ultimatum.
    Scowling, she marched to Ryker. “Please purchase my return ticket and drive me back to the airport.”
    “We pay one way.” Reminding himself that she didn’t matter, that she represented all he’d lost, Max leaned against the wall, folded his arms and crossed one foot over his ankle. Her virginity wore on his patience. He fucking hated first-timers in any hole. The extra prep. The occasional tears. Fuck his life, but this day was shaping up to be a fucking bust. This being Story’s first time also played on his conscience and stoked his desire. “We also don’t pay for transportation, unless you’re signed on with us.”
    “I signed,” she whispered at the same time Ryder said, “She signed. That’s what took so long. We were in a bind, so I offered a standard contract.”
    For her to sign without knowing any particulars meant she was desperate. Her position put her at Max’s mercy.
    “If you don’t undress, that’s a breach of fucking contract,” Eric