Bound By His Rules {M×M}
“Lot twelve: Elias, virgin Omega, prime breeding stock. Bidding starts at ten thousand silver.”
Numbers flew fast, voices growling bids that climbed higher and higher. My skin prickled with humiliation, slick already starting to gather between my thighs from the overwhelming scents of dominance filling the air.
Then a voice cut through like thunder—deep, commanding, laced with cruelty that made my knees weaken.
“Fifty thousand.”
The room fell silent.
I dared a glance up.
He stood at the front, towering over the others at least six and a half feet tall, his broad frame scarred from battles, dark hair cropped short, eyes like cold steel piercing right through me.