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“N-no,” she replies, her face growing even redder.

I let out a breath that I didn’t even know I was holding, and chuckle mirthlessly to myself. What the hell is wrong with me?

I lean forward until our lips are inches apart, all the while watching her expression. “Kiss me, Sophia,” I murmur against her lips, giving her free rein to help her relax and get used to me.

She bites down nervously on her lip, and it takes everything in me not to throw caution to the wind and claim her mouth. I wait patiently, watching the play of emotions in her eyes as she tries to adjust to the whole situation.

I like that she has such expressive eyes. I can see everything she’s feeling through those gorgeous hazel orbs. In my world, where people hide behind a facade of indifference to do the most despicable things, finding someone as guileless and pure as Sophia is almost impossible. I’m a lucky bastard, because I sure as hell don’t deserve her.

She leans forward, pressing her lips tentatively against mine. I instantly deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue between her soft, full lips, and into the warmth of her mouth. I run my hands over her back, pressing her closer against my body, losing myself in her heady scent and her unconscious little throaty moans. God, she makes me want to let go of control so badly. I want to sweepher up into my arms, take her someplace safe, and then return and tear apart each of these men limb from limb. Anyone who dared to touch what’s mine.

But now’s not the time. Losing control would mean giving these bastards exactly what they want.

I slide my hands to her nape, sinking my fingers into her silky hair and kissing her harder, deeper. I can’t seem to get enough, but I finally tear my mouth from hers, taking in her dazed eyes and swollen lips. She’s breathing hard, her chest heaving in a way that draws my attention to the swell of her breasts. Unable to resist, I glide my hand over the luscious flesh, squeezing gently, loving the shiver of response that racks her body.

I allow my fingers to dance around the tips of her hardening nipples, tracing along the soft material of her dress. A soft moan escapes her throat, igniting my desire. I lower my mouth to her neck again, and she tilts her head to give me access, her hands tightening on my shoulders. I drop soft bites and licks down her neck until I close my lips over the tight nub of one of her breasts through the dress, my hand strumming over the other.

Her soft moan of pleasure fills the air as she starts to grind against my cock, unconsciously setting a rhythm that threatens to undo me. I claim her mouth again, drowning out her sexy moans. I can only give these leering bastards so much—they have no right to hear those throaty little moans of hers. I need to put an end to this shit show.

I widen her legs, sliding my palm up her thighs until my fingers are nestling against her entrance. “I’m going to touch you now, Sophia,” I say, kissing her nose. “Just close your eyes and enjoy it. Remember, it’s just me and you here.” She nods obediently and closes her eyes.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur as I lean forward to claim her mouth again. Gently, I tug at her panties, pushing them aside. Then I start to rub my thumb over her clit, teasing and flicking the little bud until she’s soaking wet. I slide a finger slowly inside her tight and slippery sex, my thumb still stroking her engorged clit, and she trembles slightly, her nails digging painfully into my shoulders.

I pull back a little to look at her as I slip my finger out and gently push it in again. Her breath hitches, her deep hazel eyes hooded with pleasure as her walls clamp tightly around my finger. I create a rhythm, sliding my finger in and out of her. There’s something incredibly stimulating about watching her while I pleasure her. My chest swells with an indecipherable emotion at the total surrender in her face.

My God, she’s gorgeous.

I increase my pace, fighting hard against the overwhelming desire thrumming in my veins.

“Look at me,” I rasp in a thick voice, sucking in a breath at the drunken pool of want that has darkened her hazel eyes. It reels me in and I get lost in them. She lets out a guttural moan as I add another finger. It’s a tight fit. I can feel the walls of her warm sheath constricting around me.

I’m the hardest I’ve been in years. It feels as if my dick is made of granite. My left hand is now wrapped tightly around her waist, her loud moans and whimpers spurring me on, heightening the tension inside me. Our gazes remain locked and at the slight widening of her eyes, I know she’s at her peak. I press my thumb hard on her clit and welcome the spasm of her inner muscles as she lets go. Warm liquid trickles down my fingers and I pet her slowly until her orgasm subsides.

Both of us are breathing quickly at the end of it. Me, from my lack of release. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thundering applause that follows.

I rise to my feet with her in my arms. “You don’t need to care about them. Once you leave here,” I whisper against her hair, “you’ll never have to see them again after tonight.”

That’s a promise I plan to keep with my life.

Chapter Three

Sophia

The ride to Grayson’s home fills me with a tension I can’t describe. His large hands hold mine protectively in his, even in the confines of the car. It’s like he’s conveying a message without saying a word.

I peer at him from the corner of my eye. He’s ruggedly handsome, with harsh features that make him look like a tamed wild animal. His slightly crooked nose fits perfectly with his arched brows and full lips. The intensity in his eyes as he stares at his phone makes me shiver slightly, remembering his dark, hooded stare as he brought me to orgasm.

I don’t know how I moved from crippling fear to desire in such a short time. The minute the reality of my situation dawned on me, I braced myself for the worst. But the moment I saw him in the audience, the man from the parking lot, I immediately felt safe, and hope returned. Maybe I’m foolish to trust a stranger so completely when my own brother just betrayed me, but I’m helpless against the emotions he evokes in me. It’s exciting and alarming at the same time.

He puts down the phone and stares ahead, barely concealing his irritation like he has since the car left the chapel parking lot. He hasn’t looked at me since we left the place.

Maybe he doesn’t really want you,a voice whispers in my head.

My mind travels back to the sorry excuse of a kiss that I gave him in the auction hall, and I wince. I am no doubt inexperienced. Between studying to get good grades and working my ass off, I had no time to indulge boys. I know nothing about intimacy or how to please a man.

So I can understand the reason for his irritation. Nobody wants to be with an inexperienced woman, especially not a man like Grayson who seems to have the world at his feet.

But then…why bid twenty million dollars on me? That’s more money than most people ever see throughout their lifetime…

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