Sold (Billionaire Erotica)

Sometimes the person you believe you are, is nowhere close to the person lurking inside, waiting for that moment to emerge.
Natalie discovers her true nature when sold against her will to a man who can buy whatever he wants: including her body. Somewhere between anguish and misery, she finally yields and discovers there is no greater glory than being owned by her devilishly handsome and obscenely wealthy Master.

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This 7,100 word short story features sexual acts and situations some may find offensive and morally bankrupt. If you're not at least 18 years of age, please find something else to read.
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Bonus features! Alexx Andria teases with an excerpt taken from one of her best-selling titles, Owned.
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Praise for Alexx Andria
"Alexx Andria takes your wildest fantasies and lays them out before your very eyes. Her writing is crisp, her descriptions are incredible, and the sex is hot enough to make you gush before even getting to the final page." — Kelly Haven, bestselling author of the Diary of a Nympho and Barely Legal Babysitters series
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AN EXCERPT!

My skin prickled with fear. I became acutely aware of the fact that I was nude beneath the sheer outfit. There was only one reason I could reasonably think of why I’d be imprisoned in a bedroom, wearing nothing but see-through clothing.

“I’ll scream if you touch me,” I told him, lifting my chin in spite of my frightened tears. “I’ll bite and kick and try to bash your head in with anything I can get my hands on. I swear it.”

“Do it. I like a woman with fire,” he said, advancing toward me. I stumbled as I tried to back away.

“Don’t do this,” I warned, adding with a hiss. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Perhaps. But how will I know unless I find out?”

I snatched the small bedside lamp and hurled at him with the intent to bolt but he dodged the lamp easily and when I tried to run past him, he caught me easily in the steel of his arms, lifting me from the ground and crushing me to his chest. I tried to scream but he was holding me too tightly and I struggled to breathe.

“Stop,” I cried, kicking my feet and connecting with his shin and sending a sharp stab of pain through my big toe. He grunted but otherwise held on. The granite of his chest pressed against the softness of my breasts and I couldn’t help but feel the shocking ridge of his erection grinding against my pubic bone. ‘”Noooo!” I gasped, doing my best to push against him, hating how easily he’d overpowered me in spite of my best efforts.
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