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My breath trembles as I slowly do as he says. I slide my hand from his neck down to his chest, dancing and gliding over him the only way I know how. The darkening of his gaze spurs me on, feeding the raging fire of pleasure that builds inside me while his hands stroke over my exposed skin. Teasing.

Every touch, every glide, heightens my desire until my whole body is tight and hot. A soft moan leaves my lips as his thumb grazes a hard nipple, and I tremble, almost halting my movements.

I can’t take my eyes off him. It’s both scary and exhilarating how much I’m enjoying this. I drink in his possessive stare, marveling at how he struggles to hold on to his control. My gaze goes to his hard shaft, clearly straining against his pants, and my sex tightens in response. I can’t deny the high I feel, knowing that I make him hard.

As if on cue, he grabs my waist and slowly lifts me to straddle him. “Grind yourself on me,” he orders.

There’s something about his tone that makes me want to do everything he says. So, I grind on him, pressing my wet sex over his hard shaft through our clothes. I move with the slow beat of the song, not taking my gaze from his. He slides his hands down my body and grabs my ass cheeks, pressing me down on his cock. Soft whimpers escape my lips at the contact, and I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair.

With every movement of my hips, an ache grows inside me, spreading heat and need. My whimpers turn into moans as Theo pushes into me from below.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasps. His hot breath fans the sensitive skin of my earlobe and neck, and I grow even wetter.

The need to let go becomes urgent. My body is a hot and achy mess as I writhe against him, undulating and trembling. My hands tighten in his hair and he speeds up, creating friction until I’m at the peak. Then he grinds hard and deep on the same spot and I spill over.

“Oh God!” I moan, and I press my face into his neck, trembling hard.

As I gradually ease back to a normal state, my chest heaves softly and I flush as I remember the way I moved wantonly on him. What would my father say if he saw me shamelessly hanging off a stranger? The thought fills me with shame.

Theo gently tugs my hair, pulling my head back until I’m staring into his cobalt-blue eyes. “Don’t be ashamed, sweetheart,” he says, as if reading my mind. “You did nothing wrong.”

“Thank you,” I reply softly, blushing under his warm and tender stare.

“How did you get here?” he asks me, a steely undertone entering his voice.

His unwavering stare gives me the confidence I need as I answer him. “I…I ran away from home…”

I tell him about the close call at the shelter, about the man who offered me a job, the drugged tea he gave me. “The next thing I know, I’m on a stage being auctioned off to strangers,” I finish softly.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all that, sweetheart,” he says soothingly.

Then he frowns. I want to smooth the folded skin between his brows, but instead my fingers convulse at his nape. “Why did you run away from home?” he asks.

Memories flash through my mind—my father’s shouts, his fist raised in anger. I instantly shut it down. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not now,” I say softly. I don’t want to dampen my mood with negative thoughts and emotions.

“It’s alright,” he assures, then continues, “I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens to you again, but just in case—no more trusting strangers,” he chides me softly, cupping my cheek with his hand.

“What about you? Given the circumstances, I shouldn’t trust you either,” I say, feeling a little more confident in his arms.

Theo smirks and leans in to nip at my lower lip. “I’m the only exception. And I promise that I’ll never hurt you.”

His gaze is intense and steady on mine, pulling me deeper. And in that moment, I know he’ll never waver from that promise.

Chapter Four

Theo

The ride home is filled with sexual tension. My stiff cock aches as I remember the sound of Grace’s moans. She’s fucking exquisite. Her innocence paired with that innate confidence of hers turns me on like crazy, and the need to sate my hunger is growing inside me. I’m slowly losing my grip on the discipline I’ve cultivated over the years.

I pull into the garage of my mansion and step out of the car to open the passenger door, and my heart tightens at the sight of her. She looks so small beside me, and the need to protect her is fierce. We walk hand in hand until I’m pulling her into the living room with me. As soon as the door closes, I tug her into my arms, pushing off my suit jacket and giving in to the need that has been riding me hard since we left the chapel.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I need you,” I rasp hoarsely. Her moss-green eyes flare in response.

It’s the cue I need to lean down and slowly trail my tongue over her upper lip, nipping softly. I gently lap on the bite, chasing away the burn, and then I close my lips on hers, swallowing her answering moan. I want to kiss her hard and deep, but at the same time, I don’t want to overwhelm her with the intensity of my want. She is so precious, and I want to take things slow with her.

Even if it kills me…

I groan softly into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Grace’s lips are tentative on mine as her hands reach up to clutch my shoulders. The movement is hesitant and almost teasing. I slowly take over, delving my fingers into her lush dark hair and gripping tight as I sweep my tongue into the heat of her mouth. Goose bumps burst out of my skin at the contact, and her soft moan spurs me on. I tangle my tongue with hers, sucking on her lip at the same time. Sensation courses through me, shooting straight to my cock.

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