Auctioned to Devil in Suit (I)

Dubcon | Ownership | Dark Billionaire Erotica

The auction house smelled like polished wood and expensive shame. She could taste it in the air—fear, perfume, sweat behind silk. Lila stood still under the dim spotlight, wrists bound in front of her with soft leather, collar snug against her throat. She wasn’t supposed to look at the bidders. She did anyway.

Her eyes locked with his.

Rowan Black.

He was the man who took her father’s company, bankrupted their name, watched her mother crawl through courtrooms on broken heels. And now he was sitting in the front row, relaxed in a charcoal suit, black shirt open at the throat like this was just another acquisition. A smirk pulled at his mouth the moment he saw her.

Lila’s blood turned cold. The auctioneer’s voice became a blur behind the ringing in her ears.

“Sold. Lot twenty-two to Bidder Seventeen.”

The hammer fell.

To him.

Her knees nearly buckled as a woman came to unfasten her wrists, murmuring something soft she didn’t hear. Lila was guided off the stage and through a corridor lined with curtains and shadows. Her body was buzzing, not with arousal, not yet—but with panic, the sharp kind that made her throat close up.

She was led into a private suite. Dim lighting. Leather couches. No windows. A single glass of whiskey set on a low table. And him—already there, jacket gone, sleeves rolled, tie loose.

He watched her with slow hunger. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to fuck her or devour her.

“Lila.” His voice slid over her like smoke. “I wondered if you remembered me.”

She glared, heart hammering.

“You’re the reason my family lost everything.”

He smiled, slow and wolfish. “And now you belong to me. Isn’t that poetic?”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

His brow lifted. He moved closer, slow and precise. She backed away, but he caught her chin in one hand. His grip wasn’t bruising, but it was firm. Possessive.

“You were auctioned, sweetheart. I own tonight. And you.”

Her stomach twisted. She hated him. Hated how her nipples hardened under the silk slip they’d put her in. Hated how his voice made her knees weak.

He stepped behind her, fingers dragging down her arms. She shivered.

“I could be gentle,” he whispered. “But I don’t think you want that.”

He tugged the silk strap off one shoulder, then the other, until the dress slipped down her body. She stood there bare, flushed, breathing hard.

“Turn around.”

She did.

He stripped off his shirt with calm control. No hurry. Like he had all night to take her apart.

“You remember how I ruined your father?” he asked. “Took his company? Bought his house at auction?”

She didn’t answer.

“Now I’m going to fuck his daughter in my name.”

He pushed her gently until she bent over the arm of the leather couch. Her breath caught. She felt his fingers trail over her bare ass, parting her slowly. She was already wet, shamefully so, and when his thumb brushed her slit, she whimpered.

“So wet for a man you hate,” he murmured.

He dropped to his knees behind her. She gasped when he licked a long, slow stripe over her pussy, his tongue firm and deliberate. His grip tightened on her thighs, keeping her spread for him.

“Fuck—” she choked out.

He didn’t stop. He sucked her clit between his lips, slow and cruel, teasing until her legs shook. She moaned louder, back arching, hips grinding back against his face.

“I hate you,” she breathed.

He groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs clench.

“Come on my mouth,” he ordered.

And she did. Her body tensed, vision blurred, and a cry tore from her throat as the orgasm rolled over her, sharp and blinding.

She collapsed forward, trembling, but he didn’t give her time to recover.

She heard the zipper.

Felt the blunt head of his cock press against her slick entrance.

“I’m not gentle,” he said again. “But I’m not careless.”

Then he shoved inside.

Lila cried out, the stretch shocking. He was thick, hot, filling her all at once. He stayed deep for a second, letting her adjust, then began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that made her hips slap against the leather.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what your family’s legacy feels like inside you.”

She hated how much she needed him to keep going.

He gripped her hips harder, thrusting faster now. Her body bounced with every push, slick sounds echoing in the suite. She moaned helplessly, face buried in the couch cushion.

“Say it,” he ordered.

She shook her head.

“Say you belong to me tonight.”

“No,” she gasped.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back. She barely had time to see his face before he shoved back in—deeper this time, his body pinning hers to the cushions. One hand wrapped around her throat, just enough pressure to make her dizzy.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“I...” she gasped. “I belong to you.”

He thrust deep. Her eyes rolled back.

“Again.”

“I belong to you.”

He fucked her harder, faster. The room spun. His cock hit deep, just right, again and again, until she was writhing, moaning, nails clawing into his back.

“I want you to come around my cock,” he said. “Now.”

She shattered.

Her second orgasm hit harder, her body convulsing, pussy clenching tight around him. She felt him jerk, groan, then spill inside her, thick and hot, hips grinding as he came deep.

They stayed like that. Breathing hard. Bodies tangled.

He pulled out slowly, dragging a whimper from her throat. She felt the heat of his release dripping down her thigh.

She turned her head and looked up at him.

He wasn’t smirking anymore.

He looked... possessive. Changed.

“You’re mine now,” he said, brushing a finger down her cheek. “That wasn’t just a purchase. That was a claim.”

Her voice came out hoarse. “You don’t get to own me forever.”

He smiled faintly.

“We’ll see about that.”