The Billionaire's Kept Woman

She was blinded by the light spotted on her. She was cold and suddenly felt exposed around the eyes of the strangers. Strangers that are willing to pay big for one night just to fulfil their lust from a virgin.

The ruffle bras that she's wearing didn't warm her. She's nearly naked because of the see-through panties that she's wearing as well, only covered with fancy clothes that could easily be ripped.

She was just desperate at that moment so she has no choice but to sell herself. Her mother needs a transplant and there's already a donor but there's no money to pay for the surgery and other things.

"Let's start with 500, 000!" the bidder shouted. "This glorious girl is selling her virginity, she's very much a whole package like a doll. At this age, who has beautiful legs, plump butt, very much natural and beautiful round breasts that are all natural? Now, let's raise our numbers for the bids."

She's waiting for it until it gets into one million to a fat Russian that has lots of gold. He sure is rich but she's very much nervous. A man in the dark raises his card and offers something bigger than she expected. It's just an average Filipino man who raised the card but she was sold.

Her anxiety rises as they take her from the cage and bring her somewhere.

"You are too lucky, girl. Someone bought you in a bigger amount than we expected." The woman laughed. She hugged herself as she stumbled nearly. Feeling dizzy from the anxiety that she felt.

They pushed her on the double door where she's going to meet her buyer.

"Get yourself ready… you'll have your innocence get taken away." The woman was careful of her and left her.

She was waiting in the red room. The room was filled with candles, and it smelled like lavender and peppermint. The door opened as the strange man entered. She didn't look up but the heavy steps and the scent of the man that is odd for her to smell though he's just a few steps away, he manifest masculinity and power. She couldn't help but to look at him. 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 on him. "You are sold to me. That means, you are mine from now on."

She gaped on what he said. Though in the dark, the man was so handsome although in the dark, so masculine and his beauty has no comparison to any other man. He was sculpted by the god perfectly—and at the same time a dangerous man. He gracefully bent down and pressed his warm lips to hers. She didn't expect that it would be just two skin against each other but something more.

"Clean up, remove your make up and take a shower." He demanded. She didn't move for a moment. Not until he started to remove his coat and next was unbuttoning his shirt. "Then we could just go straight if you wanted."

She stood up automatically and walked briskly to the bathroom. He called out not to lock the bathroom but she did. She removed her makeup and the false lashes. She washed her whole body standing on the shower for so long thinking if it was right or wrong. But the money is already on her account and it's a big mess if she didn't give what the man wanted.

The man looks so powerful and had sold her for 4.5 million dollars. Dollars! When I converted it in Philippine Peso, it was a huge account. She was so occupied that she didn't feel him getting in and she gasped when her hips were twisted and faced him. She knew well that she locked the door.

She gapes on his masculinity, so tall that she's like a pixie under him.

His eyes linger around her face and to her breasts. She can't even cover her breasts because he already caught her wrists and pinned it on the wall.

"Where do you want it? Here on the shower? You make me wait for so long, Kiera." The way he said her name was like she heard it somewhere.

She didn't have time to complain and she let him devour her, suck her skin, play with her mouth. She was too dazed on how he kisses… he tastes good. Didn't expect that this will be like this. It's like her whole goddess is responding to him. Instead of the cold wall, she now felt a cold soft bed. She was anxious but oddly, he gave her a different sensation.

Later on, it gets better. She was breathless… his kiss and his touch wasn't bad like she expected. She found herself screaming not in a complete pain but pleasurable pain, her fingernails dug to his skin and on his back scratching it but he never complains. She wasn't on the right mind at all.

After reaching the end that she didn't expect, she was drained and tired to talk or move. It's better that way. She had fallen asleep but he woke her up and gave her a drink. It was a whiskey. She looked up at his handsome, mysterious and dangerous.

"Drink." She obeyed him and drank it and finished the small amount of it. He gave her water and she drank it, he was still naked. She slowly bit her lower lip and wanted to peek on the time, but he didn't let her and own her once again.

She felt dizzy after the quick one. She could fall asleep deeply, but he told her to sign a few papers and so she did without reading. Then, after signing a few more, he owned her lips and let her sleep.

She wanted to know if it's a dream. That she sold her body and had a great night with a stranger. Her mother is at the hospital while she had sex with a man.

But the smell of lavender and the big cold bed makes her wide awake that it wasn't her bed. She felt something between her legs and her lower abdomen is aching. She looked around first and pushes the covers. She's wearing a silk dress and it felt so comfortable. Did he dress her up?

This wasn't the room that they did it before. This was very much simple yet elegant. She walked toward the bathroom, double door bathroom and found that she had a period. Good! She exhales. She just remembered that he didn't use any protection. She searched on the cabinets if there are pads and she covered the small robe that fits for her. She gasped, finding maids getting in, bowed to her and greeted her.

"G-good morning." She stuttered.

"Mr. de Alegre told us to get you ready for breakfast." The woman is in her thirties, hair tied into a bun and looked smart and submissive.

"Uhm…" she can't delay it anymore. She's too puzzled why she was here. "Where am I?"

"You are in the Villa of the Master." She gape a little, still quizzical on everything. "If you wanted to ask a few things, the Master told us to bring you to the patio. And he will answer it all."

"I—I have a little problem." She bit her lower lip as they looked at each other.