NIGHTINGALE

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I waited to see if he was bluffing but I should have known by now that Hakan wasn’t like the other men I serviced while I worked on the streets. He had my hands pinned above my head and even when I tried to move my hips and force his fingers back into me, he moved farther away.

“Say it, Nightingale. Tell me I’m the only one who makes you feel this good.” He whispered against my lips.

He was the only man who could make me delirious with pleasure but I didn’t want to say it because it felt like I was letting him win if I...