Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 9

Hannah’s heart just about stopped at Logan’s reaction to her whispered reply. One minute she was an

active participant in this frantic exploration of each other, the next, he’d flung her over his shoulder like

a sack of spuds. The breath whooshed out of her lungs, not that she would have managed to utter a

protest anyway, because the slap to her ass robbed her of the ability to do anything but squeak.

“Ow.”

The shoulder she was flung over moved as though the dratted man was laughing at her, and two more

swats landed on her butt as Logan started to walk out of the bathroom.

“Hardly, little girl, but I can make them hurt if you’d like me to. You’ve had this coming, so take your

punishment like a good little girl, and I may just reward you.”

Two more quick swats followed, which left her butt on fire, and then—oh good grief, she was so going

to combust—he slid his hand up her inner thigh and cupped her pussy. She barely suppressed a groan,

and there was no way he would miss how embarrassingly wet his caveman treatment of her had made

her.

“I’m not five.” There, that almost sounded convincing, even as her breath hitched anew, when he slid

what felt like one finger under the elastic of her underwear. “You can’t do that. I … oh God…”

With unerring precision that calloused digit had found her clit, and her internal muscles clenched in

response to the circular motion he subjected that bundle of nerves to.

“I’m very aware of that, little dove, but you are a very naughty girl, are you not? So wet for me already.”

Hannah bit her lip to stop herself from crying out and demanding he put his oh so talented fingers back

to her sensitive flesh, when he withdrew them. A door opened and shut, and then she flew through the

air onto the hugest and softest bed she ever had the fortune to be thrown onto. Then again, had she

ever been manhandled like this? And perhaps most importantly, would she have let anyone else do

this?

Logan moved her with such ease, as though she weighed no more than a feather. With such utter

confidence, as though it was his God-given right to do so, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet? Like

the bad boys she liked to read about in her secret collection of romance novels—the ones no sane,

liberated woman ought to want, yet couldn’t help but lust after—he seemed determined to take his

pleasure.

Sure enough, before she’d even stopped bouncing he was on top of her. His considerable bulk pinned

her to the mattress, further reiterating how much she was at this man’s mercy. When he wrapped her

long hair around his fist and pulled her head sideways to make her look at him, the heated intensity in

his eyes stoked her own internal flames of desire. She licked her lips, and time stood still when his

gaze dropped to her mouth. The most sinful smile lit up his features, and then he rolled off her. Before

she could mourn the loss of his body heat, he’d straddled her legs, and taking her arms pulled them up

the bed until her fingertips touched the slats of the headboard. He curled her fingers around the

structure, and growled his instructions.

“Leave them there, or I’ll have to tie them.”

Oh, good lord. He wouldn’t, would he?

He dropped a kiss on her exposed shoulder and ran his stubble roughened jaw along her neck.

Hannah couldn’t help her involuntary shudder in response, and she felt him smile in the butterfly kisses

he delivered in between words.

“So beautifully responsive. Trust me, my sweet little Hannah?”

Now there was a multi-million-dollar question, if ever she heard one. The hugely turned on part of her

wanted to scream, “Yes”, but the sensible, wary part of her won out.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Good girl, you’d be fool to say yes.”

Jeez, when he called her a good girl in that deep voice, laced with approval and barely concealed lust,

she simply melted inside. What in the hell was that all about? Things like that only happened in books

not in real life, surely? Yet she couldn’t dispel the very real need that blossomed inside of her to hear NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

him call her that again.

“Let me rephrase that question. Do you trust me enough to know that I’ll only have your pleasure in

mind?”