Page 89 of Auctioned

“How long have I been out?” Dread lines the bottom of my stomach. James senses it, the bastard, pressing his hand harder against me. Rocking his hips into my ass, once, his cock hard. “You drugged me?”

“You’ve been out the entire day. And no.” His lips travel lower, to my shoulder. They, like the rest of him, are a threat. “You were exhausted. Wouldn’t wake up. Before you ask, though you probably feel it, the answer is no. I didn’t take your virgin pussy.”

“You did something else.” I’m hyperventilating. He dips his fingertips lower. Toward my center. Just an inch. “You did something to me.”

“No, I did not.” He brushes his nose along my shoulder. So soft, so out of character, that I gasp. “I understand that being drenched for me confuses you. That you hate it. But I didn’t do anything remotely inappropriate, though I could have. You’re the one who’s desperate for it. Your body is begging me to fuck you. To lick your cunt. That’s all you. The only thing I did was bathe you and tuck you in.”

I gulp. Freeze. Shame lodges in my throat, and I can’t speak.

He knows. I’m so wet from him teasing the area just above my pussy. It’s impossible to deny it.

“Bastard. You’re hard from humiliating me.”

“Owning you gets me hard.” His teeth break my skin. Blood trickles from where he’s biting me, but I don’t scream. My mouth clamps shut. My body bows to get closer to him. Fuck. “And humiliating you.”

Very little courage is left in my weary body. Little, not nothing. With my back to him and the rain as our background noise, I summon it.

It’s now or never. “Is that what you did with Topher’s mom? Manipulated her into liking you until she gave birth to your son? Then you killed her?”

His palm stills on my stomach. Scalding my skin. His teeth bite harder. Dig deeper.

He can tell when my pain becomes insufferable. When I fidget despite myself. When I fight back.

James parts his lips, releasing me. “Curious.”

I’m going to regret this. I just know it. “What is?”

“You’ve figured out what I did to her.” In one harsh, swift movement, he cups my pussy. Hums when I gasp. To my absolute mortification, he dips a finger and feels for himself just how wet I am. “Yet you’re still jealous.”

Damn him, how am I supposed to focus when he starts stroking me with not one, but two fingers. The heel of his palm is on my clit. I wish I were alone. Wish I could cry. Or release all those sounds of pleasure that climb up my throat.

“I’m not jealous.” Talking is better than moaning. Even if that means I’ll anger him. I might die from prying into his personal life when he told me I was not allowed to. Better than showing him how much I crave this. How depraved I am. “How did she die?”

“She served her purpose.” He’s lying; I hear it in his voice. He didn’t kill her. Didn’t treat her like Topher treated me. He’s reciting the words. Reading them from an invisible teleprompter. “Gave me a son. Continued the lineage. Afterthat”—his long finger curls inside me—“I had no use for her. I killed her.”

“Liar,” I breathe out. There’s no voice left in me. No fight. Just pure terror. Endless lust. “You’re saying that to scare me.”

“You act surprised.” His cock swells against me. “Why would you think I’m lying?”

“You had her in your dad’s home?—”

“Yes.”

“To put a baby inside her.”

“I thought I was being clear. I did. Then I killed her.” His voice is as level as it was before. He pretends not to care. That he hasn’t lost sleep over it. But he tenses behind me. He’s bullshitting me, and I don’t know why. “A bullet between the eyes. She didn’t suffer more than she had to.”

“More than she had to.” My hands clench into fists as angry tears roll down my cheeks. “More than she had to! The nerve of you. You bastard. You kidnapped her. You raped her.”

“I did no such thing.”

I’m done. Officially done with him and this sick game.

But James is a predator. He senses that I’m about to fight him.

He moves fast. Strikes. Flips me on my back, using his forearms to cage me in.

“She wanted me to fuck her. She wantedme. She came to the cell willingly. I was kind to her when no one was watching. I hated the thought of hurting her. I never, ever…” He shakes his head ever so subtly. “Doesn’t matter. She’s gone.”

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