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Bella

Sizzling sensations build inside me with every stroke of Roman’s lips. His tongue slowly glides against mine in a passionate tangle, and an intense ache blooms in my core.

What am I doing?

I’m kissing someone I don’t know. I should push him away and run out of here. I have a good memory, and each hallway that leads to the side entrance is clear in my mind, but I can’t make myself move.

I’ve been drawn to this dark-haired stranger ever since I laid eyes on him.

When the old pervert suggested they bid on me, a twisted part of me wished that Roman would win the bid, and now that dark wish has been fulfilled. I don’t know why I can’t resist him. He’s good-looking, but he’s obviously stone-cold dangerous. His interaction with the old pervert reminded me of a wild panther stalking its prey. And instead of making me feel scared, it sent shivers of awareness down my spine.

His kiss is as potent as his essence—wild and intoxicating, pulling me deeper into his empowering presence until we are just two people getting lost in each other. It’s like we’re two lost souls finally connected. It’s undeniable and scary. His fingers sink into my hair, gripping it tight, and I find myself letting go and surrendering to the intense need growing inside me.

A low groan leaves my throat as his finger slowly slides down to my chest. Warmth races over my skin, and my core slicks up as heat spreads inside me. He lets go of my lips and gently nips at the corner of my mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from a deep and needy part of me. Then he slowly licks at the area, soothing it while oh-so-slowly grazing his thumb over my right nipple.

My core tightens in response, and my nipple hardens beneath his touch, tightening until it’s poking hard through my dress. He moves his thumb to the other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it until it’s begging to be released. His molten eyes slide to mine, and everything stops as I take in the raw need in them. This close, I can see that his eyes are smoky gray, a gray that has turned dark and liquid with want.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” he says, though it sounds more like a command.

Then his eyes soften.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” he vows.

My dad used to say the eyes are a window to the soul. I don’t know if he’s right, but the tender warmth in Roman’s gaze makes me believe every word he utters.

Then he leans down to softly lick at the sensitive flesh behind my right ear, and all my thoughts dissipate.

I tremble softly and gasp, arching into his wandering tongue, and at the same time I slide my arms around his neck until I’m gripping his lush dark brown hair for dear life. I slowly slide my legs against each other, trying to ease the throbbing ache growing at my center. Every flick of his tongue sends streaks of sensation to my core, heightening my need, until I’m gyrating in his arms and my ass is grinding over his hard shaft through his pants.

He rolls a hard nipple with his thumb and forefinger over my dress, sending a stab of ache to my slick sex. Then he slides his hands down to my thighs, slowly caressing them before pushing up the hem of the dress and sliding his fingers up my inner thighs. His touch causes me to moan and tremble in anticipation, while goose bumps dot my flesh. Warm hands glide to the juncture of my thighs just as he trails his lips back to my own with another moan of pleasure.

His fingers graze my wet lacy panties, and he groans into my mouth, pushing the fabric to the side. He breaks the kiss and growls against my lips, “You’re so wet and I fucking love it.”

I whimper softly at his words, his thick growl prompting fresh bouts of wetness to slick up my channel. “So fucking responsive,” he rasps, then gently slides his thumb over my swollen clit.

A loud moan leaves my lips as I quiver in response.

“Look at me,” he orders softly.

I slowly open my eyes. The pull between us is intense and riveting, drawing us deeper until our breaths mingle and I’m taking in his scent. It’s a blend of raw manliness, warm spice and amber—heady and alluring, spiking my desire. His thumb slowly strokes my clit, over and over, until my breath climbs and my grip tightens in his hair at the stabbing ache.

I can’t look away from him. Nothing else matters.

In this moment, I know that no matter what happens, our lives are intertwined.

The ache in my core grows with every stroke, and I grow slicker with need. He slowly slides a finger into my tight heat, gliding and grazing sensitive nerves. My other hand slides to his shoulder and I grip it hard as I experience sensations I’ve never felt before.

My incessant whimpers turn into soft, throaty moans as he slowly strokes the finger in and out. At the same time, his thumb continues its assault on my sensitive bud, stroking me until I’m quivering and writhing in his arms. He slides another finger inside my tight sheath, and I feel fuller than I’ve ever been, his strokes never-ending as they graze nerves and build one sensation after another.

My gaze pleads with his, unable to hold on to the burning ache. It grows until an intense need wells up inside me, like a wave of heat, searing me from inside out. I don’t understand it. I’ve never touched myself, and I didn’t know it would be this overwhelming.

“R-Roman?” I ask softly.

“It’s alright, baby. Let go,” he rasps.

“I…I can’t,” I whisper huskily. I don’t know how.

“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 .