Page 7 of Auctioned to the Titan

Alice

I’ve never felt like this in my life.

In my 18 years of existence, I’ve never had this kind of energy buzz through me.

I don’t understand it, but I can’t ignore it either. I don’t want to.

Damon’s kiss unlocked something in me. Something that’s been buried beneath all the shame and duty and self-doubt I’ve lived with growing up. And now, with his hands between my legs, his lips brushing against mine, I feel like I’m starting to come alive in a way I didn’t know I could.

In a way I’ve only read about in books.

I pull back, just enough to look into his eyes. They’re dark, filled with a heat that sends shivers down my spine. His cock presses against my abdomen and even though it looks like I’m staring into the eyes of a hungry predator, there’s something else there. A tenderness I didn’t expect from a man nicknamed ‘Demon Damon.’

“Do you want me to stop?”

I nod and the disappointment I see in his eyes instinctively makes me reach for his face. I didn’t know I could be so bold as to hold a man like this.

My body is still trembling from his touch. “I want…I want to strip for you.”

Damon’s perfect brows arch and his eyes widen as he stares at me. He stares for a long time, probably to make sure I really mean it.

“I’m supposed to, aren’t I?”

Even though I try to convince myself that I’m doing this so I don’t get in trouble with Kirk and his men, I know I’m doing it because I want to. I’ve never done anything like this before, but with him, I feel safe enough to try.

It’s not just about stripping. Damon has been looking at me like I’m a piece of art. Like there is no price he won’t pay to have me.

“You want to strip for me?”

I bite my lower lip and nod. He seems to like it when I do that because his cock twitches against me.

“You know. Seductively, the way real strippers do it.” My cheeks heat up. “In a way that turns you on.”

His eyes darken, and for a moment, I think I’ve shocked him speechless.

Naive, skinny, stupidly broke me, made this godlike man speechless.

His lips curve into a slow, wicked smile, one that sends another rush of heat straight to my pussy. It clenches.

He takes my hand and places it on his cock. “Oh, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “you already fucking do.”

Hearing that,feelingit, makes something bloom inside me. It’s not just desire—it’s power. A kind of power I’ve never felt before. The kind that comes from knowing I can make this man want me.

“Just teach me how to please you.”

With that, he steps back and clears his throat, giving me one long ravaging look. “Take off the dress. Slowly.”

I take a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the hem of my see-through dress. Slowly, I pull it up, over my head, letting the fabric slip from my fingers to the floor. Damon’s gaze follows every movement, his eyes darkand intense, and the way he looks at me makes me feel more confident than I ever have.

“Like this?” I ask softly, watching his reaction, wanting to know if I’m doing it right.

His throat bobs as he swallows, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “Perfect,” he says, his voice husky. “Now your bra and panties. When you take off the bra, make sure your tits bounce in the process.”

I smile, feeling bold now, emboldened by the way his eyes never leave me. I lower my panties first then I unhook my bra. Before I drop it, I pull it up so that my tits come bouncing down.

He clenches his fist so hard that his knuckles turn white. The way Damon’s breath catches in his throat sends a thrill through me. He’s watching me like he’s never seen anything like me before, like I’m something precious.

“What now?”

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