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“You can, baby. Let go.” This time, his tone is soft, and so commanding that I can’t help but obey.

At the same time, he presses his thumb hard on my clit and pushes his fingers deeper into me. The wave reaches a crest, and I moan into his lips as he slams his mouth over mine. An intense quiver seizes my body as I jerk and disintegrate, my sex clenching tightly around the fingers that continue stroking me through my climax.

His mouth moves over mine in a deep, unyielding kiss, filled with the need still brimming inside him. When he finally releases my lips, he slips his fingers from my slick channel and slowly licks them as his gaze devours mine. My heaving breaths turn even heavier as my sex clenches at the image. His gray eyes are dark with intense need, and his firm lips are a bit swollen from our kisses. I shift in his arms and my ass grazes his rigid cock.

“What about you?” I whisper softly, and I watch his eyes grow even darker.

“Not here, baby.” His voice is a dark promise that sends shivers racing up my spine.

My eyes go wide, and I suddenly remember that we’re not alone. Memories of my moans of pleasure fill my mind, and my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Roman’s gaze narrows on mine. “Don’t ever feel ashamed for what happened between us. I don’t care about them, so neither should you,” he states in a voice that brooks no argument.

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips.

He must be so used to telling people what to do that he doesn’t understand that sometimes they have a mind of their own. He stands from the seat, pulling me up with him, and gently straightens my dress.

His gaze goes cold as he looks around the room. “I believe we’re done here, gentlemen,” he declares as his large hand envelops mine. It’s warm and comforting, boosting my confidence. I slowly become aware of the eyes on us, and I even dare to briefly glance at the old pervert. My stomach turns, my tongue coating with distaste as I watch him zip up his pants. I don’t even want to imagine what he was doing, so I quickly look away.

“Let’s go,” Roman says, tugging at my hand.

I turn to look up at him, inhaling softly as a sizzling current passes between us when our gazes meet. “Where are we going?” I ask softly.

His eyes soften. “Home,” he replies, and he pulls me until we’re walking side by side, then out of the auction room.

I don’t know what it is, but a wave of emotion sweeps through me at the sound of that simple word.

Home.

Chapter Four

Roman

The drive to my hillside home is filled with sexual tension. By the time I pull into the garage, I can barely wait to hold Bella in my arms again. The memory of her soft moans and whimpers has kept my cock hard as granite this whole time, and now all I can think about is finding a flat surface so I can drive it into her.

Fuck! Why am I being this way?

I usually have a lot more restraint than this. What is it about this woman that makes me lose all my senses?

I turn in my seat to find Bella staring at me. Her soft brown eyes are dilated and dark with an unabashed need which she seems oblivious to. She looks like a precious piece of spun glass, perched nervously at the edge of her seat. I inhale slowly, clenching my fist hard on the steering wheel and striving for control. No matter how I feel, I know I can’t take advantage of her. Even though I want to lick every part of her body until she’s screaming my name, I have to do the right thing.

“Bella, I’m not a good man,” I say in a guttural tone, “so I’ll only say this once. I don’t know why you were at the chapel, but I know you didn’t plan on being sold to anyone. Right now, all I can think about is sinking my cock inside you, and I’m holding on by a thread. So if you want to leave, tell me now. I’ll find a way to get you wherever you want to go.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath and look over just in time to see her gripping her hands together tightly. “I w-want to stay here with you,” she says in a trembling voice.

I release the steering wheel and straighten. “You better be careful what you say. Choose wisely, because once I’m out of this car, you can’t change your mind,” I grit out in a harsh tone.

She nods softly and whispers, “I’m sure. I want to stay with you.”

Blood rushes to my cock and it grows even harder as I open the car door. She begins to do the same but I command softly, “Don’t.”

She pauses. I step out of the car and close the door, reaching the passenger side in three long strides. Once I open her door, I tug her into my arms.

“Please, wait,” she says softly as I lean down to kiss her. To devour her.

I frown down at her in concern. “What is it, baby?” I ask, already feeling edgy at her obvious distress.

I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like to see her unhappy. I reach out to cup her jaw, tilting her face up until I’m staring into her frightened gaze.