Ihear her say something, but I pay no attention as I stride out of the room. That is until she’s suddenly right behind me.
“I owe you nothing. Payment has been made in full.” I turn around to replace her still in nothing but the lacy black bra. Looking around, I see no one here, but that doesn’t mean that people won’t be walking out of the auction room very soon.
“Miss.” Fuck, where do her men come from? Stepping up to her, I reach for her and lift her over my shoulder.
And she is very fucking light.
“Put me down,” she seethes. But I walk, with my hands on her ass, straight back into the room. Her nails claw up my back to try to replace traction, and I get an elbow to the side of the head. My cock twitches with the urge to pin her down and force her into submission.
Kicking the door shut behind me, I throw her onto the bed, where she bounces. I ignore my own carnal urges to pick up where we left off, but that would only be giving in to her and giving this tantrum-throwing brat exactly what she wants.
“Payment,” she pushes.
“You just walked out there almost fucking naked,” I growl, shaking my head. “All those men could have seen you.” I don’t take kindly to others seeing what I’ve already decided is mine.
“Yeah, and? What does it matter to you? I’m talking to you about payment. Now, answer me.”
“Is that all that’s important to you, sex and money?”
“Is there anything better?” She smiles as she says it. “Now, do you plan to fuck me or what?”
“I thought you said you do the fucking,” I tease her. Fuck, how I want to slide into her and make her think of only me.
I bet I could own her, brand her so deeply that she’ll never replace another man who would compare. Not that I’d let her, but that’s how badly I want her.
“Semantics.” She waves at me and unclasps her bra, dropping it to the floor. “I prefer a man on his knees,” she adds. I bet she does, and that’s just how I like my women.
“Two jobs, one fuck,” I say, trying to keep my eyes off her perfectly round tits. Fuck, they’re perfect… and pierced. And a weapon I’m certainly not immune to. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, to stop from reaching out to touch them, and tell my cock to calm down.
Her expression drops. “What?”
“You do two jobs with me, and fuck me once, then your payments will be cleared.”
“That’s not what we agreed on.” She narrows her eyes as her hands casually go to her naked hips.
Will I really be able to walk out of here? I don’t want to give in, though. I don’t pay for sex, even though that’s technically what I’m doing.
But I’ll make it my way.
“I changed the agreement.”
“You can’t do that. And why two? It’s a fucking weird number.”
“Oh, but I can. You see, it’s you who owes me now, and I like to have you owing me.” I smile at her and turn to toward the door. “And I can choose one, two, or twelve times because I’m the one making up the agreement. Get dressed.”
I immediately regret only saying one time for the sex. I know the moment I have her, I won’t be able to get enough of her, but for some reason, it sounded good at the time because it was stretching past this ever only being a one-night thing.
“No,” she says, smiling.
“Well, I guess you’re sleeping in here tonight, then, aren’t you? Because I won’t let you out.”
“My men have seen me naked. Not that my body is of any interest to you,” she says as she reaches for her bra.
“Yeah, you’ll need to stop that. If I replace out you so much as let one of them touch you again, I’ll stop shipments.” I smile at her. And I’ll do so much worse too. She’ll have to replace replacements for her men because the current ones will be in body bags.
“You couldn’t. We’ve had shipments for over ten years. We have a standing relationship…” She doesn’t finish as I smirk.
“With me?” I finish for her.
She scrunches up her nose, then reaches for her dress and slides it on. To say I’m disappointed to see her cover back up is an understatement. But I’ll let it go.
When she’s fully dressed, I open the door to replace one of her men standing there while the other walks up behind him.
“If either of you so much as touch her inappropriately, I’ll have you both killed.” They eye me and then look back at Anya.
“My men don’t take orders from you,” she says as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Well, they better learn really quick. Or I’ll send pieces of them back to you.” I push past them and hear them speak, but I make no move to stop.
Now, I have to somehow come up with a work date—a date that won’t scare her.
I have a feeling normalcy is something she would be very scared of.
And I’m willing to go to extraordinary lengths for this woman.
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