Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Come back so I can fuck you into submission.” She laughs as she walks to her bathroom. I hear the water run before she walks out with a cup in her hand and throws it at me. Freezing cold water splashes me on the chest. “What the fuck?”
“Get out of my bed and get dressed. I have to prepare for an auction today.”
“You always have an auction,” I grumble, throwing the fucking saturated sheets off me. Her eyes fall to my very hard cock as I stand, and I run my hands down my chest to wipe off the water, and when I look up, I see her eyes on my chest.
“I like to work. It keeps me sane.” She shrugs.
“I have something else that can keep you distracted.” I cup my cock, and she licks her lips. Got her. Just as I step toward her, she walks back into the bathroom, refills the cup, and walks back out.
“If you throw that at me, I will bend you over and blow out your back by fucking you so hard. Do you understand me, sweetheart?” Just as I let the last word leave my mouth, she throws it straight at my face. I reach for her, gripping her by her hair. She yelps, but I pull her to me, slam her back into my front, and let my other hand run down the front of her until I cup her cunt.
“I warned you,” I growl, slipping a finger through her folds to make sure she’s wet. Pulling my hand away, I push her forward, bending her over. I don’t loosen my grip of her hair as I position her in just the right spot before I slide into her.
She moans, and, fuck, she feels good. It’s like fucking heaven. Her cunt was perfectly made for me.
“That’s it,” I breathe, sliding my other hand back to her clit while I fuck her from behind. She moans, and I apply more pressure to her clit. Her hand covers mine and moves with me. She directs my hand, showing me what she likes. I follow her guidance because I want her to want it as much as I do. I want her to come as hard as I know I will.
“Tell me who fucking owns you,” I say into her ear before I bite it. I can feel her tightening, her walls milking my fucking cock.
What a good girl.
“Anya,” I growl.
“I do,” she pants, and I can’t help the smirk that touches my lips. She comes, and I’m right behind her.
Fuck.
This fucking woman.
We’re breathing heavily together as she straightens and slides off my dick, then walks into her bathroom.
“Promise me you’ll meet my mother while she’s in town,” I say.
She walks back out with a sickly-sweet smile on her face and throws another glass of water in my face.
“Now, leave.”
CHAPTER 41
Anya
It’s a dick fest in here tonight. At least that’s what Alek used to say when it was only men who attended an auction. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. What does bother me is that Alek never called me back last night. And I wish he had. I’m mad that I was too distracted to answer his call. Alek isn’t someone I compromise for.
Ever.
Yet I’m letting River sneak in more and more.
I don’t know if it’s selfish to ask River to stop searching for Alek. Would it be for Alek’s sake or for mine? Have I fallen into a habitual stupor that this workload and lifestyle without him might carry on for longer?
I never thought the day would come when I would consider Alek’s and my separation—ever.
“It’s a full house tonight, and the crowd is eager to buy,” Vance reports after I return from momentarily slipping into the private office. I’m watching the stage from the side as the auctioneer presents the last woman for the first half of the auction.
I would expect no less from any of our auctions. It just always seems peculiar on the nights when it’s only men buying. Like I give a shit. Money is money, after all, no matter whose hand it comes from.
“Anya, you’re looking as beautiful as always.” I turn to find Rick Cansis approaching me. He must’ve spotted me from his table. He isn’t much older than me, maybe in his early forties, and is a kingpin in sex trafficking. It’s rare to see him come to these events personally, though he’s been a loyal customer for quite some time. And while he’s here to buy the women, he always tries his luck with me, even after being rejected multiple times.
I turn to look at him with no smile on my face whatsoever, as I sense this will be no exception.
“Anya, you can smile. It won’t crack that beauty.” He winks, and still, I say nothing. “What will it cost?” he asks, leaning against the same wall I am.