He grab her and fuck her again getting his money worth

He grabbed her arm, pulling her back toward the bed. "I'm not done with you yet," he growled, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and renewed lust.

He threw her onto the bed, spreading her legs and entering her again. This time, it was rougher, more aggressive. He was angry at being manipulated, and he was taking it out on her.

But Hermione didn't flinch. She met his aggression with her own, her nails digging into his back, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. She wasn't just a victim of his lust; she was an active participant, a willing partner in this dance of pleasure and pain.

She felt a surge of power as he fucked her, as he used her body for his own pleasure. She was in control, even when it seemed like she wasn't.

He came again, with a loud groan, collapsing on top of her, spent. He was weak, and she was strong.

She pushed him off her, a look of contempt on her face. "Now we're done," she said, her voice cold and hard. "Call me when you're ready for another go."

She got dressed, her movements fluid and graceful. She took the money from the nightstand and walked out of the room, without a backward glance.

She had done it. She had faced her first client, and she had won. She had the money, and she had the power. And she knew, with a certainty that thrilled her to her very core, that this was only the beginning.

Walking back to the agreed-upon rendezvous point, the wad of cash felt heavy and real in her pocket. Her body ached in a satisfying, well-used way.

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