Page 49 of The Seller

“Nobody is perfect, and watch your manners.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll teach you a lesson.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Let’s put it this way. Disobedience is consent, as far as I’m concerned. If I tell you that a certain behavior is going to get you punished, and you choose that behavior, then I’m taking that as a request.”

“So if I tell you to go fuck yourself…”

“You’ll be very sore and very sorry.”

Oh fuck, I hope so.

I can’t help but smile as I say the words loudly, slowly, and oh so defiantly. “Go. Fuck. Yourself.”

“Oh Siri,” he smirks. “You are in trouble now.”

“Am I? Don’t forget. You’re a hero now. You don’t sell people anymore.”

“I don’t need to sell you to use you,” he growls. His words are rough and dirty, but fuck do they hit the right spot. Maybe he is right more than I want to admit. I chose the one way to escape my father’s plans which would put me in his path. I knew what he did. I knew what to expect. I was prepared to let him do it, and when I found myself in his grasp, I didn’t make it easy on myself. I defied him. I pushed him.

I’m going to make him break my walls down with the sexual equivalent of a sledgehammer, because I am so fucking desperate to be free of the cage I have been in all my life, unable to give myself to anyone, unable to truly trust. I want to trust him, even if I can’t yet.

I give him a look. A raised brow, head cocked, smirking,well, do it then, look.

And he does.

Waffles fly as he comes around to me, sweeps me up into his arms, my feet leaving the floor as he tosses me onto the bed and follows, powerful and masculine on all fours above me, holding me down and stripping the last remnants of Corelli from me, the slip of my wedding dress torn from my body with one rough tug of his hand, turning fine silk into instant scraps on the hotel room floor.

I am bared to him, my breasts and stomach and thighs and everything all being devoured by his gaze. The last time we were together, I tried to take control, but I was never in control. He was letting me play at it, but he’s not playing anymore.

He yanks his shirt off, bares himself to his waist, shares himself with me. His body is a reflection of his character. Hard, unyielding, and dynamic, his hips undulate down to pin mine, his large hands sliding up my arms to hold my hands above my head.

“You are mine,” he murmurs. “You’ll always be mine. The one girl I couldn’t sell.”

“Because I sold myself.”

“You bought yourself too, didn’t you brat. That was all your money. From the beginning.”

I saved for years to have enough money to make my escape plan work. I didn’t always know what I was going to do, but I knew it was going to take cash, and lots of it. By the time my father told me I was going to have to come home for the wedding, I had five million dollars saved. That was enough to bribe someone to find me the best trafficker in Europe, and to get on his radar, then to pay him, and set myself up in Norway. It was the perfect plan - except for the part where my father found me anyway.

Where I failed, Stavros did not. Now we’re here, in each other’s arms, not truly knowing one another or how to be in this world which is unfolding before us.

“What are you going to do to me?” I breathe the question.

“Everything I would have done if I hadn’t lost you.” He runs his hand down between my thighs and cups my pussy. “To start with, I’m shaving this.”

“Wha…”

He pushes off the bed. “Stay there.”

I lie naked and passive as he strides to the bathroom and returns with a razor and shaving cream. I’ve never shaved down there with the exception of tidying up my bikini line. I’ve never felt the urge to display that tender part of myself, but if he wants to do it, I won’t stop him.

“Spread your legs.” He pushes them apart, making it easy to obey, and hard to refuse. I look up at him as he crouches above me and begins applying cream to the soft curling hair between my legs.

“I always wanted to do this,” he murmurs. “I wanted to see you without any protection, nothing to hide behind. You were always hidden, Siri. Even when you were right in front of me.”

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