I gasped when it slipped between my legs, rubbing against my pussy lips.

“Teasing me now?” I asked as he started to pump between my legs, but made no move to enter me. I’d forgotten how big he was. How much it hurt when I first stretched around him. It was all coming back.

His cock brushed across my entrance and clit, ramping me up even further.

I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. I was all but ready to beg for him to fuck me.

He played me so easily. Every touch felt more intense than the last. Every tease of his tongue against my skin. Every chuckle.

He knows what he’s doing.

We might have only fucked once, but it was like he knew me. All of me.

I was going crazy. All I could think about was him. The way his fingers felt inside me. How hot and wet his tongue was and how much I wanted to feel it on my cunt. How hard his cock felt between my legs.

God, I want to fucking kiss him.

He let out a groan behind me.

“You haven't earned my cock yet, Addi.” His hands were on my hips, setting the pace as he fucked my thighs.

“It’s a waste of two million if you ask me,” I said breathlessly. My hands gripped the banister as another orgasm threatened to run through me.

The way he was using me was sinful. Degrading. He was fucking me like some toy. And the twisted part of me fucking loved it.

Yes, he made me come, but him driving between my thighs like this was all for his benefit.

He picked up his pace, his hips slamming into me as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. Without realizing it, I was squeezing my thighs tighter for him.

His curse had butterflies going off in my belly.

“You want me inside you?” he asked with a dark chuckle. “Is that the real reason you went to the auction? Because you haven’t been thoroughly fucked in the last eight years?”

I cursed and brought my hand to my clit to finish the job since he wouldn’t, but his hand was suddenly in my hair, forcing my head back.

“Don’t you fucking dare get yourself off,” he growled against my ear. “Only I can do that.”

I didn’t listen. I continued to rub my clit. He cursed, his hips moving faster against me until hot spurts of cum painted the banister and parts of my thighs.

I gasped when his other hand reached over to spread his cum across my clit.

Marking his territory.

“I own you, Addi,” he reminded me. “Nobody can fuck you like I do. You’re going to regret ever coming to the auction.”

I swallowed thickly, unable to respond.

I already do.

8

WARREN

“You look like shit,” Maxwell said as he pushed through my office door with coffee in hand.