Sold to Him

And that’s the story of my second day in the Billionaires Club. Because somehow, I went from innocent girl desperate for a job to a sensuous, sexual woman desperate for more … at the hands of this dominating alpha male.

Chapter 6

Grayson

The whiskey burns on my tongue and down my throat. Just the way I need it to. It’s been a long day and I’m just now getting back to my room. Not only do I have my work as CEO of Knight Investments but also in my role of Procurer for the Billionaires Club.

After finishing up at Knight, I shifted gears to do the job the Club has entrusted me with. But I could barely focus. Every thought was about Trina. When I was going to see her next. The memory of her sweet cunt on my tongue. The nice-naughty way she looked over her shoulder and practically dared me to do my nastiest to her virgin pussy. The delicious way she moaned my name as my thick white seed dribbled down her round stomach and into her tight, virgin pussy.

She has the sweetest snatch I’ve ever tasted. I want more. I want it all.

The tumbler of whiskey bangs against the table as I set it down. My hands are shaking and I can barely keep myself in check. I wish it was just her body too hot to ignore, but already I can feel it’s more than that.

It’s Trina that I want. Her sweet smile. The unexpected ways she challenges me. The warm affection bubbling inside of me when I see her. Her innocent demeanor and charm. Why else would I risk everything for a taste of a girl I know is off limits?

The other guys are going to demand my balls for this. I’m supposed to be scouting girls for the upcoming auction, but instead I’m helping myself to the goods. This is definitely not how procurement is done. You’re supposed check off items on a printed list, and that does not include checking her pussy for tightness with your fucking tongue.

And you definitely, definitely shouldn’t be plotting the most painless and ultimately pleasurable way to claim her innocence. This time, with my shaft and not my fingers or tongue.

Fuck, I’m losing it.

Although I couldn’t focus on much else besides Trina, at least I managed to fake it. Girl after girl came into my office and I looked them over like I was supposed to, taking notes like a good little worker. But I didn’t give a damn about them.

On a cerebral level, I knew they were all incredibly hot and attractive. As usual, Karen did a good job. Unlike the last employee they had in her position, she didn’t let any “unqualifieds” through the gate. When the girls came up in front of me, I just checked off “Accepted” or “Denied” on their applications. We had five girls make it to the end of the process today. Along with the girls from yesterday, this new group is a bumper crop going up for auction in a week’s time.

Trina should be with them, but instead I have her application on hold. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m not ready to let her go through the process. Not when I just can’t get enough of her. After that taste of her snatch, the trust in her wide Bambi-like eyes, I can’t stop thinking about the sweet woman. Yes, I want to own her body, but I want to know her too.

Which is why I’ve arranged to have dinner with Trina in my suite tonight. That’s the reason why I’m standing here sucking down expensive whiskey like water, waiting for Trina to arrivve like I’m some high school kid on prom night.

Christ. I wasn’t even this nervous on my actual prom night.

Because maybe this is a bad idea. I could see it in my secretary Celeste’s eyes when I asked her to make the dinner arrangements. Of course, she didn’t actually voice any opposition, but I could see it in her eyes.

“Of course, Mr. Knight. Whatever you want.”

But now…shit. What if is Celeste right? What if this is a hugely bad idea? In fact, I know it’s a hugely bad idea. The problem is that I can’t get enough of Trina and don’t want to stop. Fuck. This isn’t time to doubt myself and my actions. This is about Trina, who’s going to be here any minute. I need to get myself under control by then.

Another drink. That’s what I need.

After making myself a double and drinking half of it in one go, I step away from the well-stocked bar. No point in emptying it before the evening gets started.

My shaking fingers rake through my thick black hair. In the mirror, I look more assured than I feel. Dark gray suit custom fitted over my large frame. The onyx and platinum signet ring, passed down from my grandfather to me, biting into my pinky finger as I squeeze the whiskey glass tight.