Page 8 of Sin

He smirks, “You are. With me.”

Shaking my head, I inform him, “No. I was removed from the auction. I’m going home.”

“Why did you enter the auction?” He asks with a narrowed gaze, like it pisses him off that a complete stranger would come to his club and take part in such a disgusting event.

I roll my eyes, “Obviously, for the money.”

Sliding his hand up my arm to my face, his hand is warm on my skin. “Name your price, Kierra.”

“What?”

Sin runs his tongue along his bottom lip and I have no idea why that’s so hot. Why I want so badly to taste his now wet lips.

“Name your price, baby girl. One night. You will not leave before tomorrow at noon.”

All the air is stolen from my lungs. It’s hard to breathe and my heart is pounding. He’s going to say he was joking. He must be. A man like this doesn’t have to pay for a woman to have sex with him. I’m sure of it.

“Are you kidding?”

“No,” he speaks in a low gravely tone, “Name your price.”

I have no clue what the price should be if you choose to do something like this. The bids start at ten thousand dollars, but I don’t know what the average going rate is.

Being the smart ass I am, I flash him a sweet smile, “One hundred thousand dollars.”

His eyes show surprise before he quickly reverts to his sexy as hell stoic gaze. “Sold. I’ll get you a check before we leave.”

“No,” I blurt out, visibly panicking.

“It has to be cash.”

I’m certainly not going to tell him, but I cannot go to a bank and deposit a check. It’s too dangerous.

“Very well. One hundred thousand dollars in cash.”

He takes my hand. “Let’s go. We are leaving.”

I yank my hand from his grip. “Wait.”

My head is spinning. Everything is moving too fast and I can barely breathe. In theory, this seems easy enough. Spread my legs and take the huge pay day.In theory.But in reality, I don’t know if I can do this. My heart races as my hands tremble uncontrollably.

“This is crazy,” I whisper more to myself than to him.

He pulls me into his arms, tight against his hard chest, and places his hand under my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “I want you desperately, Kierra. The moment I fucking saw you, I wanted to be buried deep inside you. I won’t force you. If you don’t want this, leave now.”

I place my hand on his chest and am embarrassed when a whimper slips out of me but causes a completely different reaction from him.

Sliding his hands into my hair, he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and groans when I dig my nails into his chest. Chase from school did not kiss me like this. The butterflies swirl in my stomach. I feel lightheaded as he continues his assault on my mouth. A very wanted assault.

Pressing kisses to my neck as he moves up to my ear, he speaks low in a gruff tone, “I know you’re scared, but I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Please say yes.”

Why does it feel like if I give this away, there will be nothing left? It makes no sense to me why I’m freaking out like thisbecause I need the money. This is my way out and I can’t make myself take it.

He pulls back and stares at me, waiting for my answer.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry. I thought I could, but I can’t.”

He nods his understanding as he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a card, and hands it to me. “If you need anything, call me. I mean it, anything.”

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