Buy Me: The Complete Series (Mistress Auctions #1-3)(102)

The surprise short story of Samantha and Leo.

Find out if they get their Happily Ever After…

*whispers*

They do.





Chapter 1





Leo





Her blonde hair is sprawled across her pillow in a wild mess, completely un-Samantha like. Most never see her with a hair out of place, and I’m giving her that look every night. I can still see the traces of last night’s love-making coating her thighs.

When she arrived last night, I could tell something was off. My Samantha always worked so hard to keep people at arm’s length, only giving them what she wanted to give. But I’d been working harder for the last year to break down those walls one by one. Last night it seemed like she had rebuilt a few when she arrived home. Though she’d never call it “home” out loud, but that’s what it is.

Her condo in the heart of Vegas sits empty now for days on end. If she wasn’t here, I’d show up there, and she knew I hated being in the city when I didn’t have to. I like living on the outskirts. The quiet is more to my liking, and Samantha knows it.

That’s how I first knew I’d really won a part of her. She comes out here every night knowing I’d drag my ass to the city if she didn’t. I’d do it for her, though. I enjoyed having her out here all to myself. A gate surrounding my home, no one to knock on the door and bother us, no assistants showing up at ungodly hours.

I think she likes the quiet out here, too. She just doesn’t say it. It’s why she hasn’t told any of the people she employs where it’s located. She doesn’t want to be tracked down either.

Sitting on the side of the bed, I brush some of the hair out of her face. Her make-up from the day before is still on, just a little smudged except for her lipstick, which I’d rubbed off rather quickly. I get off on making her pass out without her performing her normal nightly routine. She’s always so ordered and precise with everything, and I love that I can make her break that routine. That I can take her so many times. Rock her body with orgasm after orgasm until she passes out.

I still can’t believe I only met her a year ago, though I’d heard about her for years. Most of the powerful men in Vegas know who she is. It wasn’t until last year that I met her at an event. A man I’d been working a deal with at the time was the reason for my being there. Every now and then I was forced to do a little elbow rubbing. He’d seen me following her around with my eyes as she worked the room.

She was magnificent. Something inside me that I didn’t even know was there came alive. I’d lived a dull life. Father, a Sheriff. Mother, a Sunday school teacher. I did everything I was supposed to. Went to college and graduated while I worked the whole time in construction, saving every penny I had. I took the only two things I knew, business and construction, and mixed them. And that’s all I ever really did. Worked, slept, and ate. I didn’t crave much other than that. Until I saw her. I didn’t want dull anymore. I wanted her. I liked the things she made me feel.

Then he told me who she was. Samantha Levine, the woman who ran the Mistress Auctions. I’d also heard she wasn’t one to be crossed. That there wasn’t a person she didn’t have in her pocket. She was untouchable.

I didn’t give a shit. I planned on touching. Even though she skirted the law…hell, who am I kidding? I’m sure she broke it when she saw fit. I’d spent my years making sure I played by the rules. I didn’t get mixed up in Vegas politics or the power games like everyone else. I didn’t have to worry about getting tangled in it. I’d built my business so I wouldn’t have to. I bought land and sold it. Sometimes I sat on it and sometimes I built on it and sold it. I’d made a killing and had done it with clean hands. Not many could say the same in a town like this. Not even the woman lying in my bed. I’d break every rule I ever lived by to keep her.

She had me the moment I saw her, but she sealed her fate after that night. She’d given me her card and asked me to come to her office the next day. I was sure she was going to ask if I wanted to come to one of the Mistress Auctions.

It wasn’t until I went into her office and she was on me that I knew what she wanted. I was more than happy to give her that. She’d taken me by surprise, but I think I surprised her when I picked her up, placed her on her desk, ripped her clothes from her body, and f*cked her right there.

I spilled all those feeling deep inside her, the ones I had felt that very first night. I don’t know how men treated her before, but she seemed to like me taking control in bed. My reaction to her in her office that day was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost like I wasn’t me. That she’d uncovered my baser instincts.

When she’d finally come to, she tried to pull herself from me. I only held her tighter. That seems to be our game now. She tries to pull away, and I grab hold and pull her back to me.

What’s holding her back from me, I have no idea. I know she has her issues. She needs control, and I let her have it when we’re not in the heat of passion. I think that’s why she keeps letting me get closer and closer, a little bit at a time. She knows I won’t make her choose. I want her to choose me. To let that life go, but I want her to choose it on her own, and I think she needs that, too.

When she told me the story of growing up with a ruthless father, a notorious mob boss, I got her. Things started making a little more sense. I also know I’m the only person who knows she was his daughter. I got the inkling she might have killed him. It was easy to read between the lines of her story. I got what she didn’t fill in, and I wouldn’t make her say anything she didn’t want to. She would if she wanted to, or maybe it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. I have no doubt in my mind my Samantha would take down any man who laid a hand on a woman. Anyone could see that with the way she treated her girls.