His Pawn by Emily Snow

“I want to spend your last semester getting you out of those pearls and on your knees.”

That’s what he said when he discovered that, with five months of college left, I was cut off. Young, wickedly handsome, and politically incorrect, he was unlike any man I ever met. And his proposition to cover my tuition in exchange for a semester of “anything goes” was offensive and thrilling. If you’re wondering if I told him off—if the night ended with me slapping that delicious smirk right off his face—that didn’t happen.

Instead, I decided to be practical. My name is Eleanor Courtney, and I’m the first to admit my mistakes. Agreeing to crawl into bed with the devil in a designer suit might be my biggest ever. Because he said something else to me that night: “I don’t want to sleep with you, Elle, that would be too easy. I want to possess you.” And Senator Graham Delaney—well, he always gets exactly what he wants.