Page 20 of Bred By the Savage Bidder
"Not everything. I left him enough to get by on." There's no mercy in his voice and no cruelty either, just the auditor's precision. A man who calculated exactly where the line should fall. "He has enough to keep a roof, run two old vessels, and live out his years as a small man doing small business, which is what he always was underneath the fleet he borrowed against. I didn'truin him. Ruin is loud and I had no interest in the noise. I just moved the ownership, quietly, until the empire he sold you to escape belonged to you instead. He can keep his pride. You keep his ports."
I look up at him. The folder is heavy in my hands, heavier than the dress, heavier than the name I'm about to shed.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because your father spent twenty-three years convincing you that you were an asset on someone else's balance sheet." His eyes don't leave mine. "And I needed you to walk down that aisle today knowing, all the way down, that you're not. You're not what he sold. You're not what I bought. You're the woman who owns the whole thing now. I didn't give you a company, Juliette. I gave you back the only thing he ever stole from you, which is the proof that you were always the most valuable thing in every room he dragged you through." He nods at the folder. "These now belong to you. They always should have. I just did the paperwork."
These now belong to you.
I set the folder down on the dressing table, very carefully, because my hands have started to shake and I refuse to crease the deed to my own life.
Then I look at him again. The tux. The clean jaw. The man who built me an empire in silence and slid it across a table like it was nothing.
"We have forty minutes," I say.
"We have thirty-five."
"Thirty-five." I reach down, slowly, and gather the hem of my dress until it’s bunched around my hips. I watch his composure begin its familiar, beautiful collapse. "Then you'd better lock the door, Mr. Mostovoi. Because I've just been handed back myentire power, and I've decided exactly what I want to do with the first of it."
I sink down onto the edge of the chair in my chosen dress, and I let my hand slide slow down the front of the ivory silk, watching his eyes go dark and his jaw go tight, and for once in my life I am in no hurry at all.
Serik
I don’t waste time locking the door and pulling open my belt.
“You had one rule, Juliette,” I almost growl it.
Her fingers have already slid beneath the white lace that covers her pretty pussy and when she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth my cock hardens instantly to lead.
“What rule?” she asks, all innocence as she presses her middle finger into her center.
“You know exactly what rule.” I pull my cock free and stroke it, unable to take my eyes from what she is doing. “When you need me, you say so. Only I get to pleasure you.”
“Oh,” she says, pulling her finger free and slipping it between her lips, sucking her taste from it. “Well, in that case—”
I’m on her before she can finish her next words. Tearing the lace apart so I can busty my face in her cunt. She holds the back of my head and grinds against my face, taking everything she needs from my mouth until she can’t hold back.
I pull back, dragging her with me until I’m lying on the floor and she is riding my face with a recklessness only she possesses. She shatters in seconds, letting go of her dress in the process which flutters around me in a cloud of white.
I give her exactly thirty seconds before I take her hips and lift her off my face. She is on her knees, pulling the fabric back up to her hips before she has fully finished her orgasm. I’m on myknees behind her just as she collapses forward, filling her tight heat in seconds.
“Take my cock, Juliette, milk me until I’m empty.” I’m ramming into her, holding on to her hips for leverage. “You’re going to walk down that aisle with torn panties and my cum dripping down your thighs.” I’m already insanely close, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of my orgasm.
“Fuck, yes, Serik,” she moans. “Fuck me full of your cum so I can feel how you own me when I say my vows.”
That does it. My vision blurs and she pushes her hips back hard, clenching tight around my cock while my balls empty themselves in hot ropes deep inside her.
“Give it to me,” she demands, her voice sounding far away.
Once my cock stops twitching, I slide her from me and carefully turn her over. Her pretty blonde curls are covered with our juices.
I look at her and she nods, her face flushed and slack with arousal.
It doesn’t take long, because I know exactly what she needs. I spread her legs, take her small bud into my mouth, and suck hard.
The trembling starts immediately. Small tremors that seem to start at her core and spread outwards.
Then I slide two fingers into her slick channel and curl them until I find the soft spongy area that I know gets her close.
