She never imagined her first time would be sold to the highest bidder.
Pushed to the edge by debts she cannot escape and a loneliness that hollows her out, she steps onto the auction stage in a Manhattan penthouse, naked beneath the lights while wealth whispers around her. She tells herself the money is all that matters, that her body is just collateral, that the man who purchases her will mean nothing. She is wrong before the gavel falls.
He buys her with a number that makes the room gasp, then takes her to a world where every command strips away another layer of her pretense. His mouth on her throat, his hands mapping what no one has touched, his voice low with dark instruction while she shivers and arches and learns how want tastes. She fights him at every threshold, argues, bites, demands her own pleasure, and finds herself pinned, opened, claimed until she forgets she was ever for sale.
The contract was supposed to protect her heart. Instead it becomes the wall she presses her palms against while he takes her from behind, the legal fiction she clings to while his tongue finds her in the dark, the last shred of her resistance as she begs for things she has no names for. Outside, enemies circle his fortune and her past refuses to stay buried. Inside, night after night, she learns the difference between being owned and being chosen, between surrendering and being utterly consumed.
A full length virgin auction erotic romance.
