Sold to the Wolf (3 page)

“But you like it,” she stated.

“Yes, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to
stop myself, and I don’t want to hurt you.” The strain evident in
his voice.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist touching you.”

He laughed, “I’m glad to hear it, but right now I
want to take things slowly, or I will make you sore.”

The idea of him making her sore appealed to her, she
still felt a dull ache from the first time, and in a masochistic
way she wanted it to be more acute, a sign of how much he wanted
her.

As though he read her mind he said, “If you are too
sore I won’t be able to take you in all the ways I want to.”

She looked him in the eye; he meant every word of it.
Relaxing her body and stepping away gave him the sign he needed, he
let her go, and went back to the removal of his clothes. His
fingers made short work of his pants, they dropped to the floor and
he stepped out of them. She swallowed hard at the bulge hardly
concealed in his shorts, his was big, no wonder he had stretched
her so much.

Then he was naked in front of her, his cock long and
erect, when he moved towards her she raised her eyes to his and the
look there made her shiver. He looked fierce, and strong, and she
knew there was nowhere to run, he was going to do wicked things to
her, and she was going to enjoy it all.

His hands covered her breasts, cupping them, one in
each hand, his turn to tease her. His thumbs rubbed over the hard
peaks her nipples had become, she lowered her gaze and watched the
steady repeated rhythm. Then his head obscured her view as he bent
forward and placed his mouth over one of her nipples and sucked it
in hard.

She clung to him, the feel of his teeth grazing her
nipple almost too much. His arm encircled her and supported her
making her feel safe. Her arms cradled his head while he switched
to her other breast, and then he picked her up and carried her to
the bed, placing her down on it carefully.

Easing her legs apart with his strong hands he
positioned himself between them, his finger sliding along the
length of her slit. She arched her back, not wanting to lose
contact with his touch. He repeated the action, and she tried to
relax and enjoy it but the tension in her body proved too much.

Then his hair tickled her thigh as he leaned down and
kissed her clit, his tongue sliding out to lick her there. Her
orgasm built quickly, and she hated it, because as much as she
needed this release, she did not want him to stop what he was doing
to her, it was too exquisite, too intense.

There was no way to contain the eruption that
threatened her, she exploded in a quivering mess of emotion,
sobbing while her sex contracted around his fingers which he had
pushed inside her, his mouth still covered her clit, sucking and
licking her.

When it had passed she lay trembling, a need for him
to make love to her overwhelming. The feel of his fingers had been
wonderful, but she needed to feel the deep connection of having him
inside her.

He seemed to need it too, and with much self control
held his cock and guided it into her slowly. First the head butted
up against her entrance, pushing forward he entered her, holding
still to let her get used to him. Then he penetrated her, pausing
frequently to let her adjust to his size and girth.

She loved the way he felt inside her, his slowness
and patience giving her a chance to enjoy the feel of him. This
time there was no stinging, no pain, she stretched for him,
gripping him tightly. The tension in his body was visible, he was
using every ounce of his self control to take it slow and make it
pleasurable for her this time.

He sunk down lower, resting gently on her body when
he was completely inside her. His lips sought hers and he lay
still, deep inside her, while his tongue traced along the inside of
her lips. She kissed him back, her lips moving against his, which
were incredibly soft and tender. For now the intense angry man had
gone, replaced by a kind and patient lover.

The spell was broken when he began to move, riding
her to crest a wave of pleasure. Unlike before it as a slow build,
his hands stroking her flesh, and his lips kissing her neck. She
stroked his back, then down his arms, wanting to feel him moving
both inside and out of her.

His rhythm quickened, jerking hard he came inside her
and she rose to a peak with him and throbbed and pulsed around him,
draining him of his seed. He groaned against her, pushing hard and
deep, her nails dug into his back when he strained hard against
her.

She felt her orgasm wash over her, draining her
emotionally and physically, tears pricked her eyes, the whole
experience of the night too much for her. It had finally hit her,
he would make love to her like this for two days, get his money's
worth, and then chuck her out. Where as she was falling in love
with him with every second that ticked by.

Lying still in each other's arms contentment settled
over them. She lay with her head on his chest listening to his
strong heart beat, with his arms wrapped protectively around her
she could lie in a half daze dreaming of what her life would be
like if this was for real, if he had met her and dated her instead
of buying her in an auction. At no other time had the mistake she
had made been so enormous. How could any man take her seriously in
these circumstances?

She thought he was asleep when she finally moved. His
voice in the dimming light made her jump.

“Not planning on running away, I hope.”

“No, I wanted to use the bathroom. I thought you were
asleep.”

“Afraid not, I don’t want to give you the chance of
slipping away from me.”

“No, I guess you haven't had your money's worth yet.”
She slid from the bed; his hand snaked out and grabbed her
wrist.

“That’s not the only reason, I thought you knew
that?”

“I don’t know anything, except you paid a lot of
money for me.” She yanked her hand away from him, covering herself
with a sheet as she walked to the door, hoping the bathroom was
where she thought it was, and she wasn’t going to make a fool of
herself by trying to go into a closet.

He let her go, settling back down onto the bed, one
arm resting under his head. She could almost hear what he was
thinking.

She opened the door and was relieved to find a
spacious en suite, shutting the door she leaned back against it,
and took a long shuddering breath, telling herself to stop being so
stupid. This was a business deal after all; it was naive of her to
try to read more into it than that.

Still, her eyes were red and her face blotchy when
she came back out five minutes later. If he saw he had the decency
not to comment, but his eyes never left her as she went back to the
bed and sat on the edge, not willing to get back in by the side of
him. She did not know how much more of this she could stand, and
hoped he had had enough of her for now.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

She thought for a moment, needing a drink, but unsure
of what to ask for. What did men like this have in their fridge?
Then she realised what she really did want. To know his name.

“Yes, there is. What's your name?”

“My name?”

“Yes, what am I supposed to call you? If you don’t
want to tell me your real name that's fine, but it would be easier
to call you something.”

“Adam. Adam Greystone.”

He was being honest, that was his real name. “Adam
Greystone,” she repeated. “Anything to do with Greystone
Holdings?”

“Yes, Nat is my brother.”

She was shocked by his honesty. “You're not afraid
I’m going to sell my story to the papers? I think the press would
pay a good sum for a scoop like this.”

His body language did not change; he lay quite
relaxed watching her. “Not going to happen.”

“Really, you’re so sure of yourself? I mean you are
here with a woman who sold herself to you, maybe I want a bit more
money.”

“First, my brother is a big player in the city; no
one would touch the story. Secondly, you are never going to sell
any part of yourself again. I’m willing to overlook what you did
before you were mine, but I won’t stand for it now.”

“What gives you the right to tell me what to do? You
paid for two days with me, that's all.”

“You honestly believe you are going to walk out of
that door after two days and never see me again? I told you, I have
waited a long time for you, and it’s cost me a lot of money
already, I will not have you embarrass me again.” He sounded very
sure of himself, as though he was some Victorian husband chastising
his obedient wife.

“What I do is none of your business, and I can assure
you when these two days are up I am walking out of that door and I
hope to never see you again.” She wondered if he could tell she was
lying, there was no way she could willingly give him up. But she
had no intention of simply going along with his wishes without a
fight.

He laughed at her, she felt her temper rising, he
made her feel like a little child. She wanted to hate him, to build
some barrier to keep her heart safe from him, but it wasn't
happening. Why the hell did she have to fall for someone so damn
arrogant?

Unable to stand feeling like this she bent down to
retrieve what was left of her clothes, her heart sank, there was no
way she was going anywhere in those. Instead she leaned forward to
grab his shirt, that would have to do, but Adam had other ideas. He
pulled her back onto the bed, and then straddled her so she could
not get away.

“You are not leaving,” he said forcefully, his weight
pressing down on her to emphasise this.

“I am not your prisoner, let me go,” she hissed at
him.

“The contract states two days.”

“Damn the contract.” She tried in vain to push him
of, barely making him move an inch.

“No, you have to give me two days, and then if you
still want to you can leave.” He held her hands above her head with
only one of his, the other began to stroke the side of her breast,
circling it around her nipple and then across to the other one.

She closed her eyes and willed herself not to react,
not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his words were right,
that he had already won, but her body betrayed her. Sinking his
head down to lick the hard tip of her nipple her murmured, “But I
think we both already know you will stay.”

A sharp intake of breath escaped her as he took her
nipple in his mouth, she writhed under him, heat building in her
core and spreading through her body. He took his time, licking and
sucking her breasts until she could stand it no longer. She wanted
him to take her again.

“You are so sensitive,” he said, easing his hold on
her a little so he could slide a hand down her stomach, but not
quite to the place she needed it the most.

“And you are so arrogant.”

“You will learn to see my good side.”

She snorted in disgust, hoping she wouldn’t notice
how she was trying desperately to wriggle around so his fingers
touched her sex.

“I could make you do or say whatever I wanted simply
by touching your body.”

“Like I said, so arrogant.”

“Not when I’m speaking the truth. I will demonstrate
it if you want.”

She felt scared, in what way did he mean touch her,
was he going to beat her, torture her? His fingers quickly waylaid
her fears, he finally let them graze her clit, it would be torture,
but of a kind she could not have imagined.

“Now, Cindy, let’s start with why you needed the
money.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“There you are mistaken, as my mate your actions
directly affect me. If you are in some kind of trouble then I need
to know.”

“I am not your mate.”

“Come now, don’t lie to yourself, you know it, you
can feel it. It will be much easier for you if you simply tell
me.”

She pressed her lips firmly together; she would
rather die than tell him what he wanted to know.

A low growl came from his throat as he accepted her
challenge. His weight shifted off her a little, one of his legs
sliding between hers and pried them apart allowing him access to
her. One of his fingers dipped inside her sex, already wet and
swollen. He drew it back up over her clit and watched her
uncontrolled response.

“Tell me why you needed the money?” he whispered, his
mouth next to her ear.

The closeness of him made his breath tickle her ear,
she shivered in response. Flicking his tongue out he licked the
lobe of her ear and then sucked it in causing her to whimper at the
assault on her senses. His experience with women was obvious, and
he was right, she would tell him everything eventually, but first
she would put up a fight.

Turning her head away from him she screwed her eyes
tightly shut, trying to block out what he was doing to her. In
response he moved his mouth from her ear and latched onto her
breast, sucking it hard before licking it with the flat of his
tongue.

Biting her lip to stop herself from crying out at the
onslaught as he continued using his mouth on her breasts while his
fingers pushed deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit at the
same time. She felt her orgasm rising, there was no stopping it,
and she wanted to come, despite the reasons why he was doing this
to her. It was so close, the tension in her body increased, ready
to explode around him.

And then he stopped.

He left her hanging there, no way of finishing, his
mouth and fingers gone, but he still had her hands pinned above her
head so she couldn't even go through the indignity of touching
herself in front of him in the desperate need to come.

Her breathing was rapid; her sex throbbed with an
ache deep and needy. She didn’t want to open her eyes and look at
him, she certainly didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing
how she felt, but then she guessed he already knew. This was his
game.