Stroke of Midnight: A Cinderella Novel
K. Webster
Publication date: October 27th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Money can buy anything. And anyone. As the head of the Constantine family, I’m used to people bowing to my will. Cruel, rigid, unyielding—I’m all those things. When I discover the one woman who doesn’t wither under my gaze, but instead smiles right back at me, I’m 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 I’m 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.
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EXCERPT:
I stare at the two thousand dollars we agreed upon. It doesn’t feel real. Since meeting Winston, I’ve made over four thousand dollars, kicking me up to eleven grand in my college fund. It’s 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 I’d feel much better if I could somehow pay for it myself, even if it’s 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.
“Want to earn more?” His eyes flare with challenge.
I can do this.
I can endure his weird-ass fantasies because he pays well.
“Yes,” I tell him with false bravado.
“Then wrap those lips around your breadstick. Lick it and suck it. Like you wish it were my dick.” He nods at the bread on my plate. “Five hundred dollars.”
God, he is so freaking bizarre.
I’m about to tell him where to shove his breadstick when I decide to negotiate for more. It’s just a breadstick, not his dick. I can do this. Easily. I’m practically salivating for it anyway. The bread, not his dick.
“Eight,” I counter.
“A grand if you moan my name while you do it and don’t stop when Francis brings our food.” He winks at me. “Easy money.”
“Fifteen hundred and I’ll gag on it.”
He fists his hand, his jaw clenching, the first sign of a normal human reaction. Heat burns down my spine, pooling in my pelvis. I’m not turned on by him. Not a bit.
“You have yourself a deal, little girl.”
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.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs. “Everything you do, I want your eyes on me.”
EXCERPT: 2
I guide her over to the table, catching her before she busts her ass and costs me a grand. She shoots me a murderous expression that has me chuckling. As soon as Nate and Perry look our way, possessiveness tightens its grip on me.
She’s hot.
I know this.
I just don’t like seeing the fact that they know this too.
“Nate, Perry,” I greet, nodding at them both. “This is my new assistant, Ash Elliott.”
Perry grins at her and pats the spot next to him. “Nice to meet you. Sit. I won’t bite.”
He won’t bite because I’d rip his teeth out one by one if he even tried. Rather than threaten my baby brother, I steel my features and assist Ash into the booth. Nate watches with amusement gleaming in his eyes. Once she’s seated, I scoot in beside her.
“I ordered a round,” Nate says as the waitress drops off four beers and eight shots.
I knock back my first shot, eager to numb some of this jealous rage burning inside me. The alcohol calms me, and I gulp down my other shot right after. When I glance up, Nate is smirking at me. Fucking prick.
“So we’re both newbies,” Perry says to Ash. “We both have to work for this tyrant.”
She laughs. A genuine laugh. For my brother.
“At least he pays well,” she replies, flashing me a saucy grin that makes my dick harden instantly.
Perry starts asking her a million questions about her age and where she lives and whatever else he can ramble on about. All I seem to focus on is the way he checks her out every three seconds. And when I look over at Nate to complain, he’s doing much of the same.
I get it.
She’s shiny and young and mesmerizing.
But they can find their own goddamn toy.
Nate asks Perry something, stealing his attention. I lean in, brushing my lips against Ash’s ear. “Five thousand for your panties.”
She turns to look at me, a warning glinting in her stare. It’s cute that she thinks she gets a break from our games.
“Take them off now. Be discreet. Don’t let them see what you’re doing, or they’ll only want you more. Those fuckers already think they have a chance with you, but you’re mine, little girl. I want your panties off and in my pocket within five minutes.”
“Fine,” she hisses.
Perry starts talking to her again which means she’s ignoring me. But I focus on every shift and movement. She’s trying to be subtle, but both Perry and Nate are distracted by her fidgeting. To help her out, I ask Nate about his newest acquisition and Perry’s part in it. While they animatedly discuss it, Ash pushes her dress up her thighs. I’m crowding her so I have up-close access to peer down between her and the table to see what she’s up to. The moment her hand disappears underneath, I have the urge to whip my dick out and impale her on it.
The table goes quiet, all three of us focused on Ash. She starts rambling about Columbia University, but no one is listening. We’re all watching as she squirms, trying hard to get her panties off.
“Need some help?” I ask against her ear, running my palm up her bare thigh. “I could assist.”
She shudders when I tease my finger along the edge of her panty line under her dress. I hook my finger under the flimsy string at her hip, tugging it down. I have to pull it roughly to get one side off her ass and to her thigh. Reaching over, I do the same for the other side. Once her panties are sitting at her upper thighs, I run my fingers on the inside, pleased as fuck to feel the wetness there.
“You may continue,” I rumble.
She straightens her dress to keep herself covered and then she pulls the material toward her knees. Nate is grinning, but Perry looks like he might ask her to marry him. Fucking chump.
The rest of her task is smooth sailing. As soon as she has them fisted in her hand, she shoves them against my crotch. I groan at her touch on my dick.
“There. Happy?”
“Elated.”
Author Bio:
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in "Tornado Alley" with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When she's not writing, she's reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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