I told myself it was business. My untouched body for the crumbling empire my family built. Simple math to dodge total ruin.
But standing under those glaring lights on a New York auction stage, heart slamming like a trapped animal, I felt the lie shatter. Bidders' eyes crawled over me like thieves. Then he emerged from the shadows-this ruthless bidder with a voice like gravel over steel, outbidding them all. His win wasn't mercy. It was possession.
Now I'm delivered to his penthouse, contract inked in black and white. He enforces every clause with hands that demand surrender, bending me over slick leather slick with our sweat, claiming the innocence I auctioned off. It's transactional filth, raw and relentless. Except his restraint cracks in the dark. A vulnerability bleeds through, turning bought submission into something that scorches my soul.
Moonlit balcony, his breath hot on my neck as denied confessions hang between us. Tangled sheets twisted in anger-fueled fury, where fury flips to obsession. My defiant bravado? It's melting. I crave the very chains I sold myself into-the genuine ownership I've hungered for but swore I'd never admit.
My autonomy dangles by one frayed thread. Self-respect, family legacy, the lie that I control my heart. He's salvation wrapped in danger, the man who could rebuild me or break me beyond repair. How long before this owned desire devours us both?
A full-length virgin auction erotic romance featuring a desperate heiress and a possessive billionaire.
