The text message I’d just received meant he would be home soon.
With the smile still secured to my lips, I released the house staff for the night and hurried to our master suite.
Nearly forty minutes later I was prepared and anxiously awaiting his arrival.
My heartbeat kicked up a beat as the alarm system’s beep informed me that the time had come. My husband was home.
Would he look for me elsewhere or know I’d obeyed?
I was completely nude, wearing only my wedding ring. The bath I’d taken covered my skin in lavender oils as I meticulously prepared, washing, shaving, and trimming, exactly as he liked. My long dark hair was piled high on my head in a messy bun. And with each passing second, my nipples grew tauter.
It could appear that I was the one making all the concessions.
That would be wrong.
I was simply doing as I’d agreed the night I’d been purchased.
Submit.
Lowering myself to my knees with my toes bent, I sat back on my heels. With my back straight, I placed my arms over my legs, palms up, bowed my head, and waited. Even the opening of the bedroom door added to the growing wetness of my empty core.
My husband didn’t speak as he came closer. Only his Italian leather loafers and the cuffs of his designer suit pants came into view.
My breathing hitched as the pad of his finger traced my upper spine and the aroma of his spicy cologne took away the lavender scent. Step by step, he circled. As if they were lasers, I felt his eyes upon me, scanning every inch as I waited, fully exposed. There was no doubt he saw my arousal glistening on my upper thighs.
This predatory preamble was a game he enjoyed, and I did too. With each circle my anticipation built.
Finally, Cameron gently lifted my chin, bringing my gaze to his dark eyes. “You’re beautiful.”
Warmth filled my cheeks as I released a breath.
No one had ever adored me the way Cameron did. Somehow it wasn’t something I knew I had been missing. And now that I did, I couldn’t imagine living without him or it.
“Have you behaved, Mrs. Kidwell?”
I couldn’t lie, I wouldn’t. That didn’t mean I hadn’t considered pleasuring myself, but I hadn’t.
“Yes, sir. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“That’s my good girl.” Cameron’s smile brought warmth to my exposed skin as he offered me his hand. “It sounds like you deserve a reward. What is it that you want?”
“You, only you.”
As I stood, I took him in. Even after an afternoon of traveling, the man before me was incredibly handsome. His toned and muscular body was covered by designer suit pants and a striped starched shirt. While his jacket and tie were gone, Cameron was still completely clothed as his embrace pulled me to him and brought his lips to mine.
My lips bruised as our tongues tangled. My breasts flattened as I pressed closer to his hard, broad chest. Step by step, he directed me, not toward our massive bed, but to the arm of a sofa near the window.
“Bend over, Bri.”
Spinning from his arms, I did as he said, folding myself over the plush end of the sofa. With my ass in the air, he gently kicked my feet apart as the sounds of him undoing his belt and fly were barely heard over the thumping of my circulation.
One of his hands pressed upon the small of my back, trapping me.
I cried out as not one but two fingers from his other hand slipped inside my wet pussy.
“You’re always so wet. I fucking love your tight cunt.”
I didn’t need to crane my neck to know that Cameron was still mostly dressed. He enjoyed the inequality as much as I did.
“Please,” I managed to whisper as he teased my cunt with the tip of his cock.
My feet shuffled as I tried to back into him, but I couldn’t. His hand on my back was too strong.
His body heat covered my back as the fingers that were inside me gripped my hair, pulling my head back. His warm breath skirted my neck. “Tell me,” he growled, “who do you belong to.”
“You.”
“Whose cock do you want?”
“Yours, Cameron. Only yours.”
“Why?”
There were so many answers I could give him. I could tell him over and over that I loved him, that maybe in a way I always had. I have told him that and he’d told me the same. Seeing my wedding ring on my clenched fist as I waited for him to fill me, I could say that I wanted him because he was my husband and I his wife.
However, neither of those were the answer he wanted.
He liked reminding me of how we got where we were.
“Because you were the highest bidder...” My words changed to satisfied whimpers as my pussy contracted and Cameron filled me completely.
THE END
Thanks for reading Sold to the Highest Bidder by Aleatha Romig and Skye Warren!
To learn more about Tanglewood, check out Skye Warren’s Endgame Trilogy, starting with The Pawn. To learn more about the Sparrows of Chicago and the bratva of Detroit, check out Aleatha Romig’s Sparrow Webs: Web of Sin, Tangled Web, Web of Desire and Dangerous Web, beginning with Secrets.
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CHAPTER ONE
Sunday
Zander
Your car is red.
Your nails are red.
Your favorite kitchen appliance—the one you bought with the gift card your grandmother sent you last Christmas—is red.
The fancy bedsheets you ordered online last week are red.
Your favorite shade of lipstick—the one you stock up on every two months at Sephora—is red.
Yet, when anyone asks you what your favorite color is…you lie and say it’s purple.
How do I know this?
Because I know everything about you.
I know that you go for a run at 8:05 am every morning.
I know that you prefer drinking tea over coffee.
But not just any tea—vanilla chai with two splendas and a splash of skim milk—because you’re watching your figure.
One must keep up appearances after all.
I know you like to bury your nose in romance books while secretly trying to convince yourself that great loves like those don’t truly exist and it’s all just fiction.
But that’s just another lie you tell yourself.
Because you’ve always been a hopeless romantic.
However, those hopes were dashed six weeks ago when you caught your husband-to-be fucking your maid of honor in the bathroom at your rehearsal dinner.
He never deserved you, Violet.
You’re a rare, exotic flower in a field of weeds.
One that needs to be cherished and taken care of.
You deserve someone who truly values you…the real you.
You deserve a man who knows how you like to be kissed, the way you like to be touched.
You deserve a man who knows exactly what you need.
Fortunately, the time has come for you to meet that man.
Again.
Because I’m your new neighbor, Violet Meadows…
And I have every intention of getting what I want this time.