Page 6 of Sold to the Fighter

Have I already done something to make him angry?

I know from my father the danger of taking one wrong step around a man who’s used to being in control.

But then this man meets my eyes, and I get the feeling that this man is different. There’s something…kind about him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says softly, his voice deep. “I’m going to help you, keep you safe. We’ll get out of here, but we need to stay in here for a bit longer, make them think you’re giving me a show.”

I frown, confused. “So, you don’t want me to…please you?”

His jaw tightens and I see his hands grip into fists, like he’s barely holding on to control. “I want you to feel safe,” he says. “And I don’t want you to please me just because you’re followingtheirorders.”

The vitriol in his voice makes me realize that his anger isn’t directed at me, but at my captors. All of a sudden I’m flooded with gratitude and the desire to please this man.

How does one please a man?

“And if Iwantto please you…to say thank you?” I ask hesitantly. His bright eyes darken immediately, and I hear him inhale sharply. “How would I do that?”

I walk closer, until I’m just a few steps away from him. My breath catches at his intense stare. I should be scared of him, but I find myself drawn to him.

He slowly sits up straight, and I’m shocked as I take in the true size of his body, clad in a black suit and well-tailored pants.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he says in a soft tone, then gestures at me. “Come here,” he orders.

His voice is deep and mesmerizing, and I can’t help but obey. His command is like a magnet that pulls at me, blowing my fear and uncertainty out the window.

“What’s your name?” he asks gently, not taking his gaze off me.

“It’s…Grace,” I say, in a whisper.

His eyes soften at my response, and I’m taken aback by it. “I’m Theo Kane,” he says. “How old are you, Grace?”

“Nineteen,” I answer softly, and I stiffen slightly at his growl of approval, watching his eyes flare with desire.

Slow music starts to play in the room. It’s seductive and sensual, gliding over my skin and sinking into my very core. I know it’s my cue to dance, but I start to fidget, nervous under his heated stare.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re safe here with me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Take your time, and I’ll be here whenever you’re ready,” he reassures gently, putting me at ease.

My gaze stays locked with his, and I draw enough courage to let go of my inhibitions. I close my eyes and let go, giving in to the music and allowing my body to move. Dancing is my guilty pleasure, my way of escaping my troubles. When I’m dancing, nothing else matters.

I slowly open my eyes, and they meet Theo’s hungry ones. He’s dangerously captivating with his back straight and his legs spread wide. My nipples tingle and gradually pebble under his intense gaze, and the feeling sends streaks of pleasure to my core.

I don’t understand what’s going on. Why do I suddenly want to move closer to him and feel his touch?

He stretches his hand out to me, and I instinctively place mine in his, allowing him to tug me into the space between his legs. This close, I can see the color of his eyes. They’re cobalt blue, framed with dark lashes, and I shiver slightly at the penetrating stare.

“Are you scared of me?” he asks gently as his fingers glide slowly over mine.

I find myself nodding in response.

“Don’t be, sweetheart. I won’t ever hurt you,” he assures.

Given the circumstances that led me to this point, I shouldn’t trust a word he says. But for some reason, he makes me feel safe.

“Have you ever done this before? Been with a man?” he asks.

“No,” I whisper, ducking my head. I don’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes.

A calloused hand cups my cheeks and lifts my face. “It’s not hard to please me, sweetheart. I love what you were doing earlier. Just touch me a little more.” He slowly glides his hands down to my neck, then grazes my breasts and slowly spans my waist, leaving a trail of current in his wake.

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