Buy Me 3 Read Online Alexa Riley (Mistress Auctions #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Mistress Auctions Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 37136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
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“There an Auction tonight?”

Her blue eyes pop back open at that. I always go to her Auctions. I don’t buy. Hell, I don’t even really watch. I just worry that one day she might be up there, and I want to make sure I’m there to buy her. Hell, I’d love thirty solid days of having her all to myself. I’d never let her leave this room.

“Hmm. Yeah.”

There it is. Samantha doesn’t hmm.

“I’ll see you tonight then.”

“I’m sure you will, cowboy,” she teases, maybe realizing that I know something is off.

“I love you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. She kisses me back, but this time with a little more force. The same way she always does when I tell her I love her. Something I’ve been doing for a while.

I’ll get those words from her soon enough.

Chapter 2

Samantha

I watch as Leo’s sexy, jean-covered ass walks away from me and out of the bedroom. I have the sudden urge to chase after him and pull him back into bed and under the covers with me.

He would stay here all day if I asked him to. If I wanted him naked and tangled in the sheets with me, there wouldn’t be a second of hesitation from him.

Closing my eyes, I lie back on the pillow and think about him. How his forest-green eyes see right through me, and still he doesn’t push me away. I think about his short dark beard and shaggy dark hair that hits almost to his shoulders. How his big body is utter perfection, and all I want to do is cling to him. His strong rough hands hold on to me but never hold me back.

He’s too good for me, and I know it.

The first time I saw him was across a crowded room at a work function. I’d been invited by a member and wanted to see if there was some potential business there. I’d heard of Leo Ramsey through the years, but I’d heard that he was reclusive and not known to venture out too much socially. From the descriptions everyone gave me, I expected a hunchback. What I saw was a goddamn thoroughbred stud. I knew the second our eyes locked that I wanted him under me. I never imagined what could have happened after that first time.

I slipped him my card that night with the intention of having a little fun and letting him crawl back to his cave. But the day he walked into my office and those dark green eyes landed on me, I knew I had finally bitten off more than I could chew. There I was, thirty-four-years old, and a man had finally managed to not only break down my shield but did it in a way I never saw coming.

The first time he came to my office downtown, I didn’t play coy. I made my move thinking I would lead the show and he would disappear after I was finished. I’ve rarely been surprised by people in my life, but Leo surprised me. Not only did he give me the best orgasms of my life that day, but when I tried to brush off the experience and pretend like it was nothing, he wouldn’t let me. Those dark-green eyes have seen my game from day one.

I may have had a rough life to begin with, but I’ve earned every dollar and every favor since I started the Auction. I’ve told Leo a little about my past, but there are some things even I can’t admit out loud. There are a lot of things I’d rather forget, and bringing them up won’t change them. I’ve shared with him more than I’ve ever shared with anyone, and I think he knows enough to assume what I leave out.

My father was in the mob in Vegas and had his hands in all kinds of dirty shit. He ran a brothel, and my mother was one of his whores. When I came along, she had no choice but to keep working the house and raise me there in the back of it. I give her credit for trying to shield me as much as she could, but my father was her pimp, and he was a piece of shit.

By the time I was seventeen, I was ready to leave Vegas. I’d saved up the money I made cleaning rooms at the brothel and had a bus ticket to California. But the night I planned to leave, everything went wrong. My father showed up high as a kite looking for my mom. This wasn’t anything new. He was constantly beating on the girls and letting whoever had twenty bucks come in and do what they wanted to them. But on this night, though, he seemed crazier than usual, and he picked my mom. It was as if he knew I was on the way out the door.

At first he had tried to make her put me to work, but she convinced him that I made a better maid than a whore. It was one of the kindest things she ever did for me.

The brothel was pretty much empty that night, so when he took my mother out back and started beating on her, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. By the time I got to her, it was too late. He had gone too far, and I wasn’t there to save her. The one thing I was able to do was make sure that he never did it to another woman again.

When the cops showed up, they didn’t ask a lot of questions. My father was a wanted man and was in and out of jail for years. The brothel was registered in Nevada, so it was all legal, and after the dust settled, I was declared the owner.

Becoming at madame at eighteen wasn’t my first goal in life, but it turned out to be something I was good at. After a few years, I sold the place and made a good profit, getting into the high-end business, which paid much more.


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