Page 76 of Auctioned to the Convicts
“Sorry, I didn’t mean. . .”
“To what? Grind your perfect ass against me?” One arm circled her waist and held her still as he pressed his hard length against her.
Like his hand at the back of her neck earlier, his hands on her hips were equally possessive and confident. He made her feel alive, desired.
Since the moment she’d chosen him, he’d rebuffed her, made her feel unwanted. But this. . . Ren touching her, showing he wanted her, changed everything.
His hand moved under her dress along her leg. She wasn’t sure about this. About Ren. She hadn’t exactly formed a connection to him yet, but she needed to let this happen.
“So tense, Princess,” he said as his hand brushed over her mound and slipped into her panties. “I can help you with that. Would you like that?”
“Yesss,” she said as he ran a finger through her slit. Her pussy was throbbing from that one light touch. It felt naughty to be doing this when the others were due to arrive home soon, and yet she couldn’t tear herself away from Ren. The man followed no one’s rules but his own, and that was oddly appealing to her.
“Very wet, for me.” He chuckled at that for some reason as he walked her back a few steps. “Hands on the counter.”
When she placed her hands on the counter, he walked her legs back a few steps, putting her weight into her hands so she could not let go without plunging forward.
“You going to fuck me, here in the kitchen?”
“Still making assumptions about me, I see.”
He lifted her dress above her hips. For as warm as the room was with the stew simmering two feet away, she felt the breeze as he looped a finger in her panties and drew them down to her thighs. Heat filled her cheeks, knowing Ren was staring at her ass and at this angle, her pussy.
“Now, that’s a view,” Vaughn said.
Had he been standing there this entire time?
Hannah tried to stand up, but Ren looped a leg around hers. She couldn’t readjust her stance, and if she moved her hands, she’d pitch forward and strike her face on the counter.
“Vaughn—” she said, not even sure what she was asking as her embarrassment of having Vaughn watch her and Ren heated her cheeks.
With her distracted, Ren slid a finger into her channel, startling her. He curled his finger, quickly finding her G spot as his other hand began circling her clit. The two together had her unable—unwilling to move. It felt too damn good.
“What are you waiting for, Ren? Fuck her.”
Ren’s fingers stopped moving. “You don’t call the shots here, Vaughn.” Ren moved faster now, almost too fast, causing her to spread her legs wider, no longer caring that Vaughn was watching.
Hannah moaned, unable to stop herself as her orgasm rose. The fact that Vaughn was there watching them make the experience oddly titillating.
“That’s it,” Ren whispered in her ear as he draped his body over hers. She could feel the warmth of his hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
“I won’t take you by force, Princess.”
“You own me.”
“I don’t play by The Company’s rules.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked.
“I want you to beg me.”
He wanted to humiliate her. No. She wouldn’t give him that. Before she could say just that, he added two more fingers to her channel and began thrusting in and out of her. The pleasure shooting through her body, building at a furious pace, made her squirm under his touch.
“You think Vaughn knows what he’s doing when he touches you? Or Ky’Li?”
His fingers were pressing against her clit now, rubbing it fast, making it impossible to answer him.
