BUY ME - The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions Book 4)

by Alexa Riley

  “Get off the stage, Sweet Cream. You’re mine.”

  11

  Don

  I can still feel the tension rolling through my body as I wait in the contract room for Sam and Georgia. Minutes tick by as I pace back and forth, wearing the rug thin. I’m scared she might try to run again, and all I can do is wait. I put guards on all the doors outside, just in case. I keep trying to get my nerves to calm. I can’t remember that last time I was on the edge like this. I’m always calm and collected, but Georgia has me wrapped up in a tight knot. I feel like I could break at any moment, and God help anyone standing in the way of me getting to her if that happens.

  When the door finally opens, my eyes draw up to land on Sam. She has papers in her hand and a smirk across her red lips. I still don’t know if I should be thanking her or not, but that really doesn’t matter at this point.

  “Where is—” My words die off when I see petite little Georgia behind Sam. I’m on her before anyone can protest, pulling her to me and taking her lips in a possessive kiss. She tenses against me at first, then slowly starts to melt into me. She parts her lips slightly, and the taste of her on my tongue has passion and lust beating down on me in heavy waves. I take her lips more aggressively, and her moans fill my ears. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I could have lost this. Lost her. Even if I had tracked her down, it could have taken weeks, maybe months. Time for someone else to try to take her from me. I don’t know how she made it as long as she did without a man putting a ring on her finger. Or a baby in her little body.

  Sam clears her throat beside us, forcing us to reluctantly break the kiss and pull me from my thoughts of branding her as mine. I just want to get these final details down and Georgia back to our suite. I want out of here and to start erasing ever having been here. I want to forget that I let it get to this point. Georgia might have agreed to do the Auction, but if I’d done what I should’ve done, it never would have gotten to this point. She wouldn’t have made it out of my suite to begin with.

  “I know she’s bought and paid for, but I don’t need a preview of what you plan to do with her.”

  I give Sam a hard look, not liking that she thinks this is a fucking joke.

  At least I did get one thing out of it. I snatch the papers out of Sam’s hand and pull a pen from my inside pocket. I use the table next to me to sign both contracts and then wait as Georgia and Sam sign as well. Once it's done, I take them and fold both pieces of paper, placing them in my jacket with my pen.

  She’s mine. More than she even knows. A feeling of calm runs through me, and it’s something I haven’t really felt since I laid eyes on her.

  “You told him I’d be here, didn’t you?” Georgia says to Sam. Even angry, she still looks sexy, more so with her lipstick all smudged from the kiss I placed on her lips moments ago. I wonder if it smeared onto mine, too.

  The thought makes my cock grow harder than it already is, making it ache dully.

  “She wouldn’t have had to if you hadn’t run from me,” I growl at the reminder.

  “Guess you get what you want, after all. Another notch on you bedpost. At least I know the score this time. You don’t have to fill me full of your bullshit lies,” Georgia snaps at me, placing her hands on her hips as she takes a step closer to me. I don’t stop her or try to correct her. I want to hear all she has to say. She’s showing me a part of herself she normally tries to hide.

  “I’m well aware of men like you. Fake smiles and sweet words until you get what you want. You use people and make them believe things that aren’t true. At least this way, there are no more games. You want to fuck me like the line of women you seemed to have before me, fine. But you can keep the sweet talk, darlin’. I’m already knee deep in the shit you’ve been shoveling.”

  Her words are filled with so much anger and hurt that it burns in the pit of my stomach that someone would do this to her. Make her feel this way.

  “You think I’m going to hurt you.” It’s not a question. I heard her every word and felt the pain of them.

  “Bless your heart. You must be dumber than a bag of hammers,” she huffs out. I hear Sam snort at the comment. “Of course you were going to hurt me. You can’t say the things you said to a girl and expect her not to fall head over heels.”

  “I meant every word I said to you.” I take a step closer to her, needing her to understand. “Every. Word.”

  She stares me in the eyes before looking over to Sam, but I keep mine on her.

  “I told you I might have lied about a few things.”

  “But the contract—” she protests.

  I quickly pull out one of the sheets of paper from my jacket and rip it in half. She gasps at the action, but I don’t care. “Fuck the contract, Georgia.”

  Her eyes dart back and forth between us as she tries to figure out what the hell is going on. I don’t give a flying fuck about the Mistress contract. Nor do I want her to think I only want her for thirty days.

  “I lied about the women. About who Don is. In fact, I’ve never seen Don with a woman before. Which is why you caught my attention to begin with.”

  “I…” Georgia, for once, looks like she’s at a loss for words.

  “You were going to run either way. I only stopped you from making a mistake. And I made you a very rich woman in the process. You’re welcome.”

  “But he ripped up the contract.”

  Sam huffs. “Honey, I promise you, we’ll both be getting paid.”

  Ignoring her, I grab Georgia and pull her towards me, cupping her face with my hands. I make her look up at me, her skin like silk on my fingertips.

  “Come back to the suite with me. Stay with me and let me show you that you’re not some…” I take a deep breath, pissed that she ever thought she wasn’t the most precious thing I’ve ever touched. “…Some notch on my bedpost. Let me prove it to you.”

  “I’m scared,” she finally admits, and I know it took a lot for her to utter those words. Georgia always seems so sure of herself, and I can’t help but love that she’s opening up to me and giving me another piece of her. I’m going to keep grabbing each piece she gives until I have them all.

  “I’d never hurt you,” I try to reassure her. “I’m not a young man, Georgia. Hell, I’m more than twenty years older than you. I know what I want. I’ve done well with the things I’ve invested in. I see things others often don’t. It’s why I’ve been as successful as I’ve been. Some call it Vegas luck, but I don’t. I knew the moment I saw you, you were meant to be mine, and I also knew I’d have to fight to have you. I’m more than willing to do that if you make me. As you can see.” I nod to the side, indicating to the room in which we’ve found ourselves.

  “You have nothing to fear from me. In fact, you should fear for anyone who would ever harm you. Their fate won’t be good when I get my hands on them. Or when I find out who’s hurt you.”

  Her eyes water, and a tear slips out. I bend down and kiss it, stopping it in its tracks. As I do, I hear a small catch of her breath.

  “I can give you a list if you like.” Peaches gives me a teasing smirk.

  “Shit. I will not be an accessory after that fact,” Sam says, and I hear the door close behind her.

  “You coming with me?” I ask, holding my breath. I’d let her walk out of here if she asked. She wouldn’t get far, because I’d always have a man on her. And wherever her ass landed, I wouldn’t be far behind. She’d find me every time she turned around until I finally wore her down. Until she got that I wasn’t going anywhere. That I wasn’t playing a game just to get under her skirt. Oh, I wanted under there, but I wanted everything else that came with it.

  “Well, of course I’m coming with you. I haven’t even made my list of people that have wronged me,” she says matter-of-factly before placing a quick kiss on my lips and turning to leave.

  I can’t help but shake my head. Jesus, she’s going to keep me on my toes.

  12

  Peaches

 
; I’m showing more confidence than I feel as we walk through the Golden Peacock lobby. Antonio has my hand firmly gripped in his, and I’m as close to him as possible without him carrying me.

  My heartbeat is picking up, and I’m nervous as we enter the elevator. Seventy-five million dollars. I can’t believe he paid that for me.

  “I would have paid a hundred times that.”

  I look up at Antonio in shock, because it’s as if he just read my mind.

  As he pushes me up against the elevator wall, I’m reminded of the last time we were in here—the pleasure that followed and then the need to leave. Everything about last time flashes through my mind right before his lips land on mine. When he’s just a breath away, he whispers against my mouth.

  “A king would throw away his throne for a woman like you. If I were a king, I’d watch my country burn to ash just to have one more taste of your lips.”

  All my fears and second thoughts disintegrate as his strong hands come up to hold my jaw, and his mouth melts into mine. I taste his warm tongue against mine and feel the power of his body pressing me to the wall. The hard ridge of his cock rubs against my core, like he’s looking for some kind of release.

  I reach down and grip his cock through his slacks. When I make contact, he moans into my mouth, then grinds his hips against my palm.

  His lips move down my jaw to my throat, where he licks me there. “Easy, Sweet Cream. I’m saving that for when I get inside you.” He gently takes my wrist and brings it up to the wall, pinning it behind me. He moves down, licking between my breasts, and I can’t help but close my eyes, loving the feel of his lips on my body.

  “Antonio,” I beg, needing more of what only he can give me. I should probably be thinking about how we hardly know one another, or what our future will bring, but all I can do is feel.

  I’ve thought and planned and second-guessed my entire life. Nothing has ever made me feel this good, and I don’t want it to go away. I’ve spent years deciphering everything around me, and I’m tired of it. If being with Antonio feels like this, then I never want to leave his side. I may have gotten scared and run, but he found me. And isn’t that what every girl wants? To be claimed?

  I feel my feet lift off the floor, and suddenly I’m being carried. I barely open my eyes enough to see that we’re in the penthouse again and headed towards the bedroom.

  His lips are on me again, and I feel his teeth graze my collarbone as he lays me down on the bed. His lips go to my ear, and he whispers what he wants as his hands rub along my body.

  “I’m going to take off your dress and pin your arms above your head. Then I don’t want you to move them until I tell you to. Understood?”

  Looking up into his eyes, I see he’s on the edge of desire. It’s as if he’s at the point of exploding and he’s trying to keep control of the situation so he doesn’t lose his grip.

  “Antonio. I…” I try to tell him what he needs to hear, but the words are stuck in my throat.

  He reached to my side, unzipping the dress and unfastening the halter around my neck. He kisses me there and then looks into my eyes. “Tell me, Georgia.”

  Again, it’s as if he can read my mind and knows what I’m thinking. I reach up to touch his face, seeing the tenderness in his eyes. He’s a strong, powerful man, but to me, he’s gentle.

  “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if that makes a difference. But—”

  He places a finger on my lips, and he looks at me intently. “I didn’t take you that first night because I knew there was something special about you. I may not have known that you were untouched, but I knew that you were precious and deserved to be treated that way.” He takes a breath, and I see the intense need back in his eyes. “You have no idea what it means to me that I get to be your first. And your last.”

  Before I question him about being my last, he pulls the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, and his mouth goes to one of my nipples. I let out a long moan of desire as I feel his mouth suck me into him and then gently bite the tender flesh, sending pleasure straight to my clit.

  Once my breasts are free, I feel his hands take my wrists and place them above my head. He pushes down on them a little, letting me know to keep them there. I reach up and grab the headboard, knowing that I need some support to try to help me do what he says.

  His mouth moves to my other nipple, sucking as much of me into his mouth as he can before biting down, giving me a zing of painful pleasure. It’s a mixture of both, and I feel the dampness between my legs as I respond to his treatment.

  The material of my dress bunches around my hips as he pulls it down, kissing my belly as he moves lower. His tongue travels along my waist and to my bellybutton, kissing me there and making me giggle.

  I feel his mouth smile against my tummy, and I can’t help but blush, knowing what he’s about to do next. I loved him going down on me last time, and I know my face is probably red with embarrassed anticipation.

  When I feel my dress slip off me completely, I expect him to take my shoes as well, but he doesn’t. I lean up just enough to see him standing at the end of the bed, looking down at my naked body as he undoes his shirt.

  “Spread your legs, Georgia. I want to see if you’re wet for me.”

  I didn’t have on any underwear with the dress, so I’m sure my sticky desire is smeared on my thighs. I feel my blush deepen but do as he asks. I plant my royal blue heels on the bed and let my knees fall open, exposing everything to him.

  He makes a sound in his chest that sounds like a growl as he finishes removing his suit. When he’s standing there in only his boxer briefs, I watch as he removes them, exposing his thick cock. The tip is red and looks almost angry.

  “Holy shit,” I whisper, mostly to myself. There’s no way that thing is going inside me.

  He reaches down and gives it a few rough strokes, the tip gleaming with cum. “We’ll try and see if we can get it to fit,” he says as he stares at my pussy.

  He slowly prowls onto the end of the bed, his eyes never leaving the juncture of my legs. Before I can blink, he’s shouldering my thighs wider apart, and his mouth is latching on to my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I feel his hungry mouth eat me as his tongue moves down to lick inside my channel.

  “So goddamn sweet,” he mumbles against my pussy.

  “Antonio!”

  I grip the headboard tighter, already close to cumming as I feel his warm, wet mouth against me. His fingers run up my body to find my nipples as he sucks on my pussy. The slight pinch to both of them at the same time as he nibbles my clit is all too much.

  I let out a shout that echoes through the room. I’m just a breath away from an orgasm.

  “Please!” I beg, needing just one more touch.

  “Tell me you’ll never run from me again.” He says the words angrily, but his mouth is still gentle against my pussy. “Say the words, or I’ll keep you from cumming all night.”

  I look down, and his eyes meet mine. There’s not one inch of negotiation in his eyes. He would withhold my pleasure from me, not only for me to say it but for me to mean it. He wants to make me promise that I’ll never leave him.

  “I promise, Antonio. Never again.” I don’t know what tomorrow brings or what the future holds. But I know that I’ll never run from him again. After what I’ve seen of his actions, he wouldn’t let me get too far, even if I tried. Not that I want to.

  His mouth moves back to my clit, and just as he sucks on it, I feel both my nipples being pinched. An edge of sharp pleasure shoots through me, and the orgasm that I’ve been needing rockets through my body. Waves of pleasure wash over my body, stretching from limb to limb. The warm pulses of need flow through my pussy, and I feel Antonio's warm mouth there to lick them up. It’s intense and bone-shattering as I come apart in his arms.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s kissing his way up my body and holding me to him. I feel his weight settle on me a little, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. I know w
hat’s coming next, and I want it. I want him to give me every part of him, and I want to give him the same. I want there to be nothing left between us that is unknown, including my heart. I may not be saying the words that are on the tip of my tongue, but I can say some of what I feel.

  Pressing my lips to his ear, I whisper what I want. “Make love to me, Antonio.”

  13

  Don

  I lean down and kiss her lips, slipping my tongue inside and letting her taste herself. “See how sweet you are? I’ll never get enough of your pussy.”

  I move her thighs farther apart, pulling her legs up around my waist. When the tip of my cock is at her entrance, I look into her eyes and watch her as I push forward.

  The thick head bumps into her virginity, making me cum just a little. A barbaric feeling courses through my body. I want to lube her up and make my entrance easy, so I let myself cum just a bit to help it. She’s already soaked, but I don’t want to cause her any pain if I can help it. I can’t just thrust inside her at once, because my cock is too big. I’ll have to gently work him inside her tight sheath, hoping that she can relax and take me. It will be the sweetest, most painful feeling, but I’ll do it for her. I want her to see that she will always come first. Her pleasure before mine.

  Reaching down between us, I rub her clit a little to try to build her back up to a state of readiness. She’s soft and open, but I want her needy with another orgasm. Holding just the tip at her opening, I rub her clit and kiss her neck and tits.

  “I want you to beg me to put my cock inside you.” I tease her with the tip, rubbing it all over her pussy, leaving streaks of my cum behind. I can feel thick drops of cum releasing on her as I move across her swollen, pink pussy.

  I need this to help cool the fear that she will try to run from me again.

  “Please, Antonio.” Her hands let go of the headboard, and I feel her fingers run through my hair. The simple touch almost has me giving in to her. Almost. But I want more. Need more.