Sold To Him Novels & Stories

Why would he get me something as expensive as this? I looked up to find him staring, anticipation in his expecting eyes, his smile getting longer. " I hope you like it" he said. " I..... I love it, Logan. It's beautiful " I stammered, giving him a genuine smile. He nods his head and looks down, as if proud of himself. I wanted to thank him more but that seemed unnecessary. This may cost a fortune but it doesn't take anything from him. He still got so much money to buy truck loads of it.

I shrugged my shoulders suggestively. His breathing hitched as he warred with himself. I saw as the machines in his head turned before coming to a conclusion, and I knew I had gotten him. His eyes drooped, his shoulders slumping. He cracked, a single name hissed through the blood on his teeth. “Rircado.” My jaw ticked. I didn’t flinch, didn't react. Just stared at him with a cold gaze. “He promised to give us a cut if we sell his Coke. It is legit, and our people love it. It’s a rare gem.” Blood spluttered from his mouth with every single syllable.

He paused then continued, "And in private, you will be my little sex toy." My heart hammered against my ribs, it was a barbaric, archaic deal, and yet, looking into his dark possessive eyes, I didn't see a cage, I saw a way out. "And afterwards?" I asked voice trembling. "At the end of the year," he said, his fingers digging into my hips, an ache of anticipation settling deep between my thighs, "you walk away with your freedom, your family's estate, and the satisfaction that Lucas Xavier is finished." He dipped his head, his nose brushing against my neck, inhaling deeply. "Well, angel? Do we have an accord?"

“Those pictures…,” “It doesn't concern me,” he cut in, “You can look at whatever you want in your free time, I'm sorry I looked at it,” I quickly sat up, “I don't look at things like that I swear,” His head turned to me, “Go to sleep,” I wanted to,but I couldn't let him think of me in that manner, “My aunt gave them to me, they are supposed to teach me how to have sex,” I couldn't read the look in his eyes, I wasn't even sure he cared about what I had to say.

He's tall, not the one that raises the card. "I already paid big for you." He stood in front of her. "Already on your account." She looked away, his masculine voice doing something to her. He scooped her chin, pulling it gently for her to look at him. "You are sold to me. That means, you are mine from now on."

He was still yet to sell it. No wonder my sources had been unable to locate it on the black market. “It looks good on me, doesn’t it.” He said, noticing my gaze. “It does.” “I feel better having it on my finger, than millions of tunams in the bank.” Too bad. The plan had been to wait till he sold it, then buy it back from whoever he’d sold it to, but I guess that wouldn’t be the case, at least not anytime soon. “How is she?” he questioned, and it didn’t take a genius to know he was referring to.

he asked. He then looked around to see some of the elders had their eyes stuck on me. Only Thomas looked away with anger in his eyes. I then gave them a confident smile. “I sold her.” “You what?” another elder jumped to her feet. She was clearly pissed. “You sold her? To who? What’s the meaning of this?”

“I sold my stocks.” My eyes snapped up at him. “Wha— why?” He remained silent. Of course, I knew why he did it. “Just pay the f*e and keep the rest with yourself.” “I can’t!” I shook my head. “You shouldn’t have sold—” “Cynthia, I was dying inside thinking that you had to go to him for money while I was still alive.” He inhaled sharply. “Don’t make me feel even more guilty. Please take this.”

“Nothing in this house belongs to you anymore.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, speaking through my teeth. “I bought those things with my money. They're mine.” “Well, not anymore.” he said. “You can't take them with you. I won't allow you to do that.” “And what are you going to do with them?” I asked, blinking back tears. “You can't obviously use them.” “Of course, I can't.” he said, with a brief smile. “But I can make good money if I sell them, don't you think so?”

"I bought her. And then she ran twelve blocks in my shoes to your office to tell you she didn't want your money. What have you ever done for anyone that wasn't a transaction?" He slams the whiskey glass down. "You ungrateful -" "No," I say. "Listen to me. You called me here to give me an ultimatum. Give it to me." He stands. He walks to the window. The city below is black and lit up. He always stands at the window when he is about to say something he thinks is important. "I will give you everything back," he says. "The house. The cards. The trust fund. The company. All of it. Your name back."