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How Bad Do You Want It

How Bad Do You Want It?

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Sophie is a good girl but it’s mostly because she’s terrified of her mother. It’s also why she’s still a virgin at 19. So when she crashes her car, she knows mom will have a fit.

That’s when her handsome stepbrother Ridge steps in, seeing an opportunity. He will give her the money she desperately needs if she strips for him. Only it doesn’t stop at stripping.

He wants to pop her cherry too!


“I’ll do all the chores. I’ll organize record collections – if you even have any. I’ll wash your car. Come on, Ridge, don’t be a jerk. Name it. I don’t want to face mom about this, I just don’t. You know how she is. I mean it, I’ll do anything you ask of me to make this go away.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Do you really mean that, Sophie?”

“What are you getting at?” I replied, swallowing with difficulty. “I need help, and it’s annoying me that you’re being an ass about it, Ridge.”

My brother laughed. “I didn’t mean it that way. Look Soph, I know mom is a psycho. I’m going to help you. I don’t want you to pay me back with money, but I want you to give me something that I don’t think I can put a cost on.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m loaded, Soph. Don’t you think if doing stuff like skimming the pool or doing the dishes bothered me, I’d just hire a pool guy to do it for me? Or maybe just a maid to go around and clean everything up? I can just buy that. Stuff with a price doesn’t really mean much to me anymore.”

“What are you asking me for, Ridge?”

My mind was awash in possibilities. Did he want to humiliate me? Make me do something stupid? Or was it something far darker and inappropriate? Oh God…

“Work with me, Soph. Come on, follow me,” he gestured at me as he went up the stairs.

I obeyed, following him up. He led me to his bedroom, opened the door, and waved me in. He then sat on the side of the bed. I timidly stood in the center of the floor, looking about, trying to figure out what it was that he meant.

He stared at me with a devious smirk.

“What do you want me to do, Ridge?”


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