Page 5 of Sold to the Titan

My chest clenches tightly at the complete trust in her beautiful green eyes. How could she be so…innocent?

What if I fail her? Like I failed Lily?

I raise my hand to her face, gently caressing her cheek, her skin soft and smooth beneath my fingertips. I let my gaze linger on her plump lips, and I can’t resist—I run my thumb over her lower lip, unprepared for the wave of lust that washes over me. Her face grows redder under the intensity of my gaze, eyes opened wide and lips slightly parted.

She has no fucking idea how alluring she looks right now.

“I’m going to kiss you now, and then hopefully we can get the hell out of here, alright?”

She nods, running her tongue over her lips as if to prepare herself for what’s coming. A searing lust shoots straight to my cock at the gesture.Fucking hell, what is this girl doing to me?

I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine, molding my lips to hers. She tastes heavenly, a heady mixture of mint and berries, and I find myself craving more.

Her lips part, her arms going around my neck as she presses her body closer to mine. I graze my tongue over her lower lip and she lets out a breathy moan. I take the chance to slide my tongue into the warmth of her mouth, placing a hand on the small of her back to press her closer as I deepen the kiss. I’m suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of urgency, a gripping need that threatens to push me beyond the confines of control.

I pull back abruptly, slamming my hand down on the green button with more force than necessary. Aria flinches, and I want to punch myself in the gut for startling her. She looks rattled, confused, yet there’s no mistaking the unbridled hunger in her eyes. My cock hardens at the thought that she felt what I felt while kissing her. But this is not the place or time to exploit these feelings.

I need to get her the hell out of here.

“That won’t cut it,” the raspy voice from earlier says. “We didn’t come all the way here to watch a sloppy kiss.”

“It’s my fucking money,” I say with a loud scoff. “Why do I have to give you bastards a show?”

“It is policy, sir,” the auctioneer says, his voice veiled with an unmistakable threat. “The commodity can’t leave here until she pleasures you for all to see.”

I clench my fist, muttering a long string of curses underneath my breath. I am seconds away from whipping out the Glock 42 concealed in my suit jacket and blowing the scumbag’s head off, but the thought of frightening Aria any further stops me. And I know the security here is too tight. I’d have to go through at least ten guards, and Aria could get hurt in the process. No, the only way to get out of here is to give these bastards what they want.

“I’ll do anything,” Aria says quietly, her eyes pleading with mine. “I just want to leave.”

I shake my head at her. “You don’t know what they’re asking of you, love.”

“Please…”

My gut clenches at the desperation in her eyes, and in that moment, I realize I’ll do anything to protect her.

“I want you to focus on me,” I say, guiding her hand over the bulge in my pants. “Forget every other bastard in this room and touch me like you own me.”

She nods nervously, her face growing even redder under the dim lighting. I widen my knees to accommodate her as she slides off my lap and kneels in front of me.

She starts to fumble with my zipper. I raise my voice slightly, hoping to add to the show and distract attention from her trembling hands. “Yeah, that’s it, get your hands on my cock.” I allow my voice to come out rougher. “I want to feel that sweet mouth on me.”

I gently place my hand over hers and help her tug down the zipper, letting out a harsh curse when her hand comes in contact with my cock. The feeling is beyond electrifying. Pleasure courses through my veins, intensifying the hunger that I’ve been trying to ignore ever since I saw her.

A low moan slips from my throat as she starts to slide her palm up and down my cock, slowly as if accustoming herself to the size. I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, especially given the place and circumstance, but I can’t help myself. I don’t even need to act anymore. My cock grows harder under her clumsy ministrations, pulsing hard and fast. Then she lowers her head and I almost lose it.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmur through gritted teeth. I can barely breathe as I watch her slowly take my tip into her mouth. Pleasure jolts through me in hot waves as she moves her tongue along my length, her mouth working with a dedicated focus. I weave my hands into her golden curls, gently guiding her head.

I’m teetering on the edge, pleasure coursing through me with each innocent movement of her hand and mouth. She’s inexperienced, but there’s a hunger in her that matches my own, pushing me to the brink. I want to devour her, to pull her closer and drown out the rest of the world, but this is hardly the place to give in to such desires.

Right now, I’m going to focus on this moment. On her.

I close my eyes as every muscle in my body strains, and I know what’s coming. She keeps bobbing her head over my cock, running her tongue along my length in clumsy but persistent strokes. A guttural groan escapes my lips as an intense ache builds up inside of me. I don’t hold back, knowing that thesooner I let go the sooner I can get her out of here.I need her to be safe.

My fists tighten in her hair, my body going taut as I spurt into her mouth. I expect her to jerk back, but she surprises me by swallowing. She coughs a little but keeps going, eagerly lapping it all up. As I watch her, my chest fills up with something strange and warm…something that I can’t afford to feel.

I glance around to realize that the auction has continued without us, and girl number eight is on stage now. No one is paying us much attention anymore. I pull her into my arms and kiss her, long and hard, until we’re both short of breath. When we pull apart, she angles her head slightly, searching my face.

“Can we go home now?” she asks quietly.

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