by Stella Stone
Connery shrugs. “It is, but no weirder than getting a foreign bride.”
Tilting my head to the side, I think about his words. The fucker is not wrong. I never imagined walking into this building tonight and picking someone to bid on, to buy.
Fuck.
I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do with her once I get her home, but as soon as my eyes found her, I knew I had to keep her.
TILLY
Once the lights go out, we’re herded off the little stage area and taken into a room. There are four other women here and we’re all just kind of staring at each other. “I’m Tilly,” I announce.
Their eyes meet mine, but they stay quiet. All except one. Her face lifts and she gives me a smirk. “I’m Bexley, but everybody calls me Bex, or at least they used to,” she says the last words on a whisper.
“How’d you end up here?” I ask.
Her lips tip in a small smile. “It was either do this, or hook. My brother owed some guys money,” she cringes.
“Families are fucking assholes,” I announce.
Her brown eyes widen, and she nods once. “They really are,” she whispers.
“Okay girls,” a man in a tuxedo announces as he walks through the door. “One by one you will be taken to the auction block, so they can look at you a bit closer. Nobody will touch, and if they do, then they deal with Mr. Sam. Trust me, you never want to deal with him,” he murmurs. “Number One, you’re up.”
We all silently watch as a dark-haired woman in a purple lacy bra and panty set is ushered out of the door. “This shit is real,” I whisper.
Bexley grunts. “It’s real. I’m scared to death,” she admits.
I’ve never had real girlfriends. Society bitches don’t count as friends. They all talk shit, stab you in the back, and then pretend to be nice to your face.
When your parents lose all their money, they don’t even pretend to be nice to your face anymore, you don’t fucking exist. I haven’t existed for years.
Reaching out, I do the only thing I can think of, I wrap my hand around hers and give her a squeeze.
“Maybe we’ll get lucky. Maybe whoever he is, that gets us, maybe he’s shit-hot and really great in bed,” I murmur.
She lets out a giggle and shakes her head. “One can hope,” she winks.
The man opens the door again, without number one, and his eyes meet mine. Lifting my chin, I squeeze Bexley’s hand once more before I release it.
With my head held high, I walk in my cheap ass fucking shoes, toward whatever hell awaits me. I know that it will probably be some kind of hell on earth too.
I hope that Bex gets the shit-hot guy, who is good in bed, but I know without a doubt that it would never happen to me. I have the shittiest luck on earth and I highly doubt that it will change tonight.
Without looking around the room, I walk directly behind the man in the tuxedo. The auction block is bigger than I thought it would be. I’m glad that I don’t have to try to position myself on some teeny tiny little square.
Once I’m on the block, I don’t look at the men who are eyeballing me. Instead, I look above them at the wall in the back of the room.
The bidding starts at thirty thousand dollars, my teeth clench together. I’m a bit offended by that opening price. My eyes drop and that’s when I see him.
Sterling Montgomery is looking right at me.
I press my thighs together as his blue eyes stare intensely into mine. He’s part of my parent’s circle, a rich boy, a trust fund baby who has also made billions of his own dollars.
I’m not exactly sure what he does, but I’ve been infatuated with him since I thought boys were cute. He’s ten years older than me, and so I’ve always deemed him untouchable, plus he can have whoever he wants, and has.
Right now, he’s looking at me like I’m an exquisite morsel and he can’t wait to take a bite out of me, to see what I taste like.
Shit.
It’s erotic.
His hand moves, and I glance down to see he’s holding a bidding paddle.
He’s bidding—on me. Holy shit.
CHAPTER FOUR
STERLING
Some fat fuck in front of me keeps raising his paddle. I’m about to beat him over the head with mine at this point. We’re at a fucking bidding war, but I’m not giving up, not without winning Tilly. I lift my paddle again. And again. Connery chuckles, which only causes me to growl.
“Two million dollars,” I announce.
I’m tired of this bullshit. Tilly’s big eyes round even more and I can’t help but smirk at her.
“Two million for the blond gentleman in the back, going once, twice, sold.” He slams his gavel down.
The other men in the room politely clap as I stand to my feet. Like this is some dignified auction, it makes me feel slimy, the fact that they’re all pretending this isn’t something sordid and dirty—which it fucking is.
The tuxedo man who brought Tilly in here, lifts his chin to me and begins to walk off. Tilly follows behind him and I, in turn, follow behind her. He leads us into a small office where a swarthy man is sitting behind a desk.
“This the one you want?” he asks, chewing on his cigar. I grunt as my answer. “Two mill. How you gettin’ it to me, kid?”
Pulling my phone out of pocket, I finally speak. “I need to call my friend to get cash out of my safe,” I state.
“Put it on speaker phone, slick.”
Tilly’s focused on me, but I can’t look at her, and stand this close to her. Just being in the same room is causing my cock to harden. If I look at her, then I’ll be fucking her over the fat man’s desk.
“Yello,” Whitaker shouts into the phone. I roll my eyes at the fuck.
“Sully, need you to get into my safe and bring me some money.” I give him explicit instructions and he confirms that he’ll be here in twenty, cash in hand.
Fat man grins, “You can sit on my couch and wait, together,” he grumbles, going back to whatever it was he was doing before we walked in here.
Placing my hand at the small of Tilly’s soft back, I guide her over to the sofa and we sit down. She fidgets next to me, which only makes my cock even harder.
Goddamn, she’s pretty.
Last time I saw her was years ago, she was still a teenaged kid. She’s definitely grown up, and I can’t believe this of all places is where I ran into her.
I plan on making her parents life a living hell. I know without a doubt that those pieces of shit sold her to this place, to this life. No way in fuck are they getting away with this shit, not if I have anything to do about it.
Twenty minutes feels like two hours, and I let out a breath when tuxedo man opens the door and Whitaker walks in with a duffle bag full of cash. “You okay, dude?” he asks, looking around. When his gaze lands on Tilly, his eyes widen to the size of saucers.
“I’m good. Give the man the money, Sully,” I murmur standing up.
He hands the duffle to the fat man. I watch as he brings out a money counter and unwraps the bills, letting them slip through the machine. When he’s all finished, he lifts his chin. “It’s all here, take your product and go.”
I wrap my hand around Tilly’s and without a glance back I hustle out of that fucking office, Whitaker behind us. “Give us a ride home, yeah? Grab, Rich too,” I mutter.
Taking my phone out, I send Connery a text to let him know that we got a ride home. Whitaker jerks his head in a nod and runs back to the viewing room to grab Rich, obviously seeing him on his way in to the fat man’s office. I stand at the back exit, waiting for my friends.
Slipping off my suit jacket I wrap it around Tilly to cover her nakedness, I don’t want Rich or Sully looking at her. She’s not theirs to watch, or touch, only mine.
“Sterling,” she whispers.
The sound goes straight to my cock. Fuck, I can’t wait to hear her say it just like that later when I’m buried balls deep inside her cunt. Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the front of her
neck and give her a gentle, but firm squeeze. “Quiet, Tilly. We’ll talk when we get home.”
Her big green eyes widen even more, and I can’t stop the grin from appearing on my lips. Fuck, I can’t wait to claim her. She’s mine, one hundred percent, for eternity. Bought and fucking paid for.
Aldrich and Whitaker appear a few minutes later, and I turn to them. They’ve both got smirks on their lips and I give them one to match. Fuck, yeah, this little heiress is all mine, and I can’t fucking wait.
TILLY
Whitaker Sullivan drives while Aldrich Lowell sits in the front seat. I never in a million years would have thought that I would ever be in a car with either of them. Add in Sterling Montgomery and I would have laughed until I peed. Never in a million years, yet here I am.
To be honest, I would have never thought that I would have been sold at an auction either. So, there’s that, too. This has been the weirdest week of my life.
I don’t know if I should be scared, or excited, about what’s to come. If it had been anybody else in that room who won, I would be terrified. But I know Sterling, or I at least know of him, which somehow makes him seem almost—safe.
The car stops in front of a mansion. My mouth falls open in surprise at the sheer size of his home. My parents used to have a huge house, but it was never quite this big. “Thanks, Sully,” Sterling mutters as he opens the car door.
“Tomorrow, brunch. Be there or I’ll be knocking down your door,” he calls out.
Sterling’s palm is out, and I slip my hand inside. Scooting across the seats, he confirms the brunch plans with Whitaker.
Standing to my feet, I take a step and curse the damn cheap ass shoes. Sterling chuckles, bending down, he picks me up like a bride and quickly jogs up his stone staircase toward the front door.
I hold my breath as we pass the threshold. There is no turning back now, this is my new life, in this home as his.
CHAPTER FIVE
STERLING
I don’t set Tilly down once we’re inside my place. Flipping the lock behind me, I take her upstairs and into my bedroom. The master suite is fucking obnoxious, just the way I like it.
My interior designer practically creamed her panties when I told her to make it look as sexy as she possibly could. My sheets are silk, my head and footboard’s leather, my curtains velvet. It oozes sex.
Only when I close my bedroom door behind us, do I set her down on her cheap heels. Those big green eyes stare up at me, and I can tell she’s holding her breath. “Breathe, Tilly,” I rasp.
She exhales a shaky breath as I reach up and wrap my hand around the front of her throat. “Your parents are pieces of shit,” I murmur.
“Yeah,” she breathes.
Leaning forward I run my nose alongside her own. “I’m a bigger piece of shit, though,” I whisper.
“Why?” she exhales.
With my free hand I slip the coat from her body. Wrapping my hand around her hip I give her a squeeze. “Because they may have sold you off, but I bought you, and I’m keeping you,” I growl.
Releasing her throat, I reach down and move both of my hands to take ahold of her ass, picking her up in one swift move.
Tilly wraps her thighs around my waist as I walk us over to my bed. I climb on, shifting until my knees are planted, then lower her down to her back. Her breath hitches but she doesn’t look scared, fuck me, she looks goddamn excited.
I rise to my knees, placing my palm against the center of her chest. She wets her lips and I let out a groan. Running my hand down the center of her body, I smirk when her muscles tremble as my fingers touch them. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I slip my index finger below and run it along her lower belly.
“Are you a virgin, Tilly?” I rasp, unable to take my eyes off of her lace covered pussy.
She whimpers, and I lift my gaze up to her. “No, Robert Caldwell unfortunately talked me out of my virginity prom night.”
I snort. “That guys a fucking douchebag,” I state.
She lets out a little giggle. “I know, he was shit in bed too,” she states. Taking her red panties in my grip, I rip them, shredding them with my hands. “Sterling?” she gasps.
Leaning over her slightly, I let my eyes meet hers. “No other man exists, Tilly. Not to you, not ever again, there’s only me.”
Jealous rage fills me at the thought of Robert Caldwell and his douchebag hands touching what’s mine—my Tilly.
“Yes, Sterling,” she whimpers.
I unbuckle my pants, shoving them down my hips. Tilly’s eyes see my cock, and she makes a yelping noise. Without a word, I slip two fingers inside of her cunt. She isn’t wet enough to take me, not yet at least. I curl my fingers inside of her once, then begin to pump, pressing my thumb against her pretty little clit.
Goddamn, her pussy feels like a fucking glove. My cock drips with anticipation, needing to slide inside of her tight, wet heat.
TILLY
Sterling’s fingers fill me, almost to the point of pain. I only slept with Robert once, and he was awful. I didn’t want to graduate high school a virgin, and he was the only one who asked me to prom. It was stupid, I should have waited. I should have waited until Sterling.
When he lowers his pants, I make a noise. His dick is bigger than I anticipated. I don’t know what Robert’s looked like, I was too busy pinching my eyes closed and gritting my teeth in pain. I have a feeling that Sterling is packing a lot more than asshole Robert ever was though.
My eyes slide closed as he continues to fuck me with his fingers. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Granted, I have a few toys, and I’ve used them from time-to-time, but this is a million times different.
My legs automatically spread farther apart.
Somewhere along the way I’ve completely lost my modesty. I try to care, but I can’t, his fingers feel too damn good.
My thighs shake as I try to hold them open. Sterling reaches up with his free hand and rips the cups of my bra down. His lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks.
Naturally, I arch closer to him, my fingers finding their way in his soft blond hair. Gripping the strands, tightly, I hold him against my breast. He growls against my skin and I let out a moan as my orgasm rips through me. It is more intense than anything I have ever felt in my entire life. My body feels like it’s going to completely float away.
“Fuck,” he curses, taking his hand from my center.
My eyelids flutter open and I watch as he licks his fingers. My face heats with embarrassment at the sight. Sterling smirks, leaning over me, caging my head with his arms when he does.
“Don’t be shy, Tilly. You taste fucking spectacular,” he rasps. The head of his cock presses against my center and my body tightens in response. “Relax, pretty girl, let me inside that two-million-dollar cunt,” he rasps.
I should feel dirty, or wrong, by the words he’s just said to me, but I don’t. My body relaxes, and I let him slide completely inside of me. Welcoming every damn inch of him.
“Goddamn, Tilly. You were made for me, weren’t you?” he murmurs.
I don’t say a word, I can’t. I thought his fingers stretched me, I was wrong. I have never felt so full, so complete in my entire life.
I gasp as he slowly slides out of me, his hips shifting until only the head of his cock is left. Then he glides back in, to the root.
All evening, I imagined this moment would be hard and fast, never did I think this is how it would go.
Sterling’s blue eyes are focused on mine, his nose almost touching my own as he slowly fucks me. “Made for me, pretty girl,” he rasps.
His hips start to move a bit faster, his thrusts a little harder and I can’t help the gasps that escape my mouth with each movement. I can feel myself climbing again, and I shake my head. I can’t, it’s too much.
“Come again, Tilly. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my cock,” he growls.
There’s a light sheen of sweat on his forehead forming. I sink my teeth into my bot
tom lip and I nod. One of his hands leaves the side of my head and moves to the front of my throat.
“Sterling,” I whisper.
He only grunts. His fingers tightening around my neck as he begins fucking me harder. I close my eyes and let out a sigh, the sensation like nothing I’ve felt before.
My orgasm rushes through me like some kind of freight train. My eyes pop open and I attempt to let out a scream, just as Sterling’s roar fills the quiet room.
I expect him to slide out of me immediately, but he doesn’t. He loosens his grip on my throat, keeping his fingers wrapped around me.
His forehead rests against my own and his hips gently thrust in and out of me. I sigh, feeling his breath fan my face as he attempts to calm himself.
“Mine. Pretty girl,” he murmurs.
CHAPTER SIX
TILLY
My eyes attempt to open, but it happens so damn slowly that I wonder if they ever will. I freeze, looking around the room. It’s all blacks and grays, even the silk sheets I’m lying on are silver.
Something heavy rests against my entire back as I lie on my stomach. There’s something hard pressing against my ass cheek, too, I inhale deeply, before letting it out.
Everything comes back to me. The men in suits who took me from my bedroom, a few days ago. Being held captive and blindfolded in a room, then the auction last night, and finally, Sterling Montgomery, buying me. Holy shit, he bought me for two-million-fucking-dollars.
His fingertips skim down my side, stopping at my hip as his lips touch my shoulder. “You smell like sex,” he rasps against my skin.
We had sex not only once, but three times last night. I remember every single second of it. Last night was the most pleasurable night of my entire life. My pussy aches, and yet, I still want more. I let out a whimper when his fingers travel up the cleft of my ass.
Sterling hums against my shoulder. “We have brunch at the club in a few hours. Let’s fuck in the shower before we go,” he grunts.
I freeze at his words. He doesn’t, though, he quickly rolls out of bed and I watch him walk to the bathroom. He’s gloriously naked, his body too perfect for words. I can’t believe that this man slept with me, three times, this Adonis of a man.
