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He watched me and then folded his arms across his chest. “How are you going to explain to the world where you got two million pounds from, overnight?”
My temper went out of control. “Exactly!” I cried. “Why would you buy me for so much money?”
He narrowed his eyes, “So your problem is that I overpaid for you.”
“Why did you even buy me in the first place?” I yelled at him and couldn’t believe it when tears filled my eyes. “And what the hell are you doing here? Is this what you do? Buying virgins? Is this what you spend your money on?” Rising to my feet, I wiped the tears off my face and turned around to walk out of the room. Just before I arrived at the door however, his words made me stop.
“You don’t need the million?”
I stilled, as it hit me then what I was walking away from. I’d been prepared to go through with it all, to do what was needed to be done with some grotesque, probably corpulent man, old enough to be my grandfather, but not him. Not with him. To think that he had already seen me fully naked and with my legs open wrung my heart dry.
I turned to glance at him. “I just found out what the great Lord of Leighton spends his spare change on. I think this bit of info will probably fetch me more than what I need.”
“Where's the proof?” he asked.
I froze once again. Where's the proof? That had been the question, and the first words I had asked him ten years earlier.
He began to walk towards me.
Immediately, I backed away until I found my back against the door.
“Don’t you need the money? Isn’t that why you came to this club?”
I met his eyes with a glare. Turmoil brewed in the pit of my stomach, making me feel feverish. “Why do you do this? Why do you buy girls?”
“I don’t buy girls,” he answered.
My eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t buy girls?”
“I don’t. I only took part in the auction because I saw you on stage. It was quite the surprise.” He smiled. “I’m afraid I couldn’t resist.”
“Then what were you even doing here in the first place?”
He paused and I waited for him to cook up a lie.
“This is my club,” he said simply.
“You’re the reclusive billionaire?” I gasped.
He was now only a short distance away from me. The light from the fire licked the side of his face, making him appear dangerously beautiful. “What’s it going to be? Are you going to let me fuck you or not?”
The way he said the word, throaty and full of lust, sent a jolt of pleasure to the pit of my stomach. I stared at him, enthralled by the effortless way he could mesmerize me. I had expected to be revolted tonight and look at where I was instead …
“You really want to do this?” I breathed because I didn’t quite believe he wanted to go through with this.
“Yes, I really want to,” he murmured softly.
Freya
“Let’s get this over with then,” I said, and the nonchalance in my tone when I was so close to imploding impressed even me. Holding the light gown, I pulled it over my head and flung it away. My breasts were now on full display.
He stared hungrily at the full mounds. “You’ve truly grown up,” he commented more to himself than me. “Turn around,” he commanded in that deep, warm voice.
I did as I was instructed, fully aware my exposed ass was only covered with a black lacy thong. I felt his warmth as he reached me, and shut my eyes to contain it all when his hand slithered around my waist.
No one had ever touched me so intimately before. Given the setting, obviously romance wasn’t part of the agenda, but the way his warm hand moved across my skin, then flattened on my stomach to press my frame to his ... My eyes fluttered shut. His touch burned like a brand, and hot molten desire began to pool between my legs.
I could feel his hardness through our clothes, and it quickened my breath dangerously. He towered considerably above me, so he had to lean down to bury his face in my neck as though he were breathing me in, his hand moving up from my stomach. When it arrived at my breasts, his hands covered both swollen, heavy, mounds.
As he fondled me, my entire being began to ache … for him … for more.
I needed more … I needed him to hold me, but I didn’t want to show any of this. I tried to keep still, but before I realized it, my head tipped back as he traced warm, hair curling kisses along my neck and shoulders. I tingled all over from the sheer anticipation of his lips on mine, but it never came.
His hands began to slip away from my breasts, downward. My eyes snapped open. Angling my head, I found his gaze and the world seemed to completely stop in that moment. Our chests rose and fell. He waited … without breaking the gaze for me to say what burned on the tip of my tongue.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
He turned his head away from me and his response was brief, but commanding, “No.”
Before I could stop it, his hands slipped down and grabbed my already soaked thong. The pleasure that shot through my body at the seize was borderline painful ... but it wasn’t enough to mask the sting of his rejection. I didn’t want to feel that way about the arrogant brute, but the possessiveness and domination with which his hands travelled down to my sex took over my body and spirited my breath away. He began to circle his finger around the swollen bud, in slow precise motions at first, and then in rapid strokes.
