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With a smile, I close my eyes and arch my head back under the warm and steady pulse of the shower. I can’t wait to see him again. He’s changed my world … and now, there’s no going back.

Chapter 8

Grayson

“Yes, the girls are ready to go.” I switch the cell phone to my other ear and pull a royal blue button-down shirt from the closet. “The latest batch will be at the mansion by tonight.”

On the other end of the phone, Royce grunts and I hear a computer keyboard clicking away. “Good. I hear from Marian that there are some good ones on the way. A particularly curvy one,” he adds.

My hand tightens fiercely on the shirt and a bad feeling throbs in my chest. Did Marian tell him about Trina?

Obviously, my sweet girl is the only truly prime female in the bunch, but I don’t want the others to know that. Sure, the other girls are gorgeous too. Thick and ripe in all the right places—even a few virgins. But none of them are as sweet and delicious as Trina.

Except that I’m not supposed to know this. I wasn’t supposed to touch Trina, leaving her pure for the auction. And yet, I’ve done a lot more than touch. I’ve stroked the soft petals of her pussy, licked her nipples, and finally thrust my dick into her again and again, the girl crying out my name as she shattered all over my cock. Yeah, I’ve made a real mess of thingss. But Royce has no idea, and I’m not about to tell him.

“I think you’ll be more than pleased with what’s coming your way,” I say casually. “We never had a better crop.”

“Good.” More clicking on the keyboard. “We’ll see you at the next meeting in a few days.”

Shit! I’d better practice my poker face before I get in front of these guys. No way can they find out about Trina and what I’m doing with her—assuming they don’t know about her already. “Of course.” I hang up the phone, throw it on the bed, and toss the button-down aside.

I walk shirtless from the closet, already dressed in jeans and Italian ankle boots. My bare, muscled chest gleams in the clean overhead light. I run a hand over my chest, hard six-pack, and the V cut of hard muscle that disappears into my slacks.

Over the past couple of days, I haven’t been making time for the gym. Not that a day or two makes that much of a difference when you’re this cut. But I don’t regret any of the time since I spent it with Trina because it was totally worth it. Just thinking about her makes me smile and my dick hard.

I pick a light gray shirt at random and roll up the sleeves slightly above my forearms, showing off strong veins, dark hair, and the muscles I’ve seen Trina staring at. The guy in the mirror looks almost happy, come to think of it. All because of Trina. Talking with her, laughing with her, and sharing the little things about my day has rocked my world.

Shit, I’m so gone for Trina. It’s gonna be hard to let her go when the time comes.

I stand stock still in front of the mirror. Let her go?

The man in the mirror suddenly looks angry, his face twisting into the scary snarl of a rabid animal. His teeth flash like he’s ready to tear something apart with them. Electric blue eyes grow ice cold.

Okay. Chill. I breathe through the rage burning in my veins. No sense in getting upset yet. Right?

My anger subsides somewhat, but the reason for it is still there—the very idea of Trina leaving my side and being put on the auction block.

I don’t want her to leave. It’s stupid, and I know that more than anyone. The Billionaires Club isn’t going to love the idea of me calling first dibs on the goods. Hell, it’s more than first dibs. I helped myself to Trina, enjoying her curvy form and breathing in her precious female scent.

Besides, Trina isn’t just “goods.” She’s way more than that. And deep in my heart, I know she’s not for my brothers either because I want her for myself. Mine.

What the hell is wrong with me? The game I’m playing is a dangerous one. I’ve never been so possessive before. Never thought of endangering my position in the Billionaires Club for a woman. Usually I just use the ladies, and leave them, easy as pie. That’s why the auction service through the Billionaires Club works well for me. Or at least it used to.

Goddamit. I don’t even know when these feelings for her started. Maybe it was the second I laid eyes on her. She just looked like a woodland animal who wandered by accident into the big, bad city. She seemed so out of her element. So lost, sexy, and innocent all at once.

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