Page 81 of Auctioned to the Devil

“You, Caleb.”

I angle myself at her entrance and push gently. Slowly. So fucking slowly.

Soft pants escape me as tension coils in my body. My palms roam over her, lighting fires everywhere they touch as I kiss along her neck. One hand pushes her shirt up and off.

I keep inching into her heat—one agonizing bit at a time—until she winces.

“God, I’m sorry,” I husk, stopping immediately.

“Caleb, don’t stop,” she begs.

“You sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I’m sure—please.”

Our lips meet again in soft kisses as I use my cock to rub her wetness over her clit.

“Tell me again,” I murmur against her mouth. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

The word spills out of her like she can’t hold them back.

That wrecks me.

I thrust into her fully then—claiming what’s mine forever.

Her eyes fly open; mine must look wild because hers ignite even more watching me lose control.

“God, your tight little pussy—feels so good,” I groan against her neck. “Wanna cover you in cum… mark you like an animal.”

I sit us up and pull her on top of me, moving her up and down on my cock. Her head falls back; she moans with every thrust.

“That’s it baby—take what you need,” I encourage, tangling my hand in her hair. “Your breasts look so good bouncing like that.”

I pinch one nipple lightly; she cries out yes like it’s everything.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure?”

“Yes!”

“My sweet girl,” I whisper before pinching harder and pulling just enough to make us both shudder.

That’s all it takes—her back arches hard as she rides me toward climax screaming my name while waves of pleasure pulse through us.

Then we collapse spent and breathing heavy against each other.

“I never felt like I had a home,” I confess. “Until now.”

This woman is the home I’ve been waiting for and I’ll move mountains to keep her safe.

Chapter 10

Emily

Richard Sloan is arrested on a Tuesday morning.

By Wednesday, two county officials resign.