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  Bought and Paid For

  Jordan Marie

  Jenika Snow

  BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

  By Jordan Marie and Jenika Snow

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  Copyright © July 2017 by Jordan Marie and Jenika Snow

  First E-book Publication: July 2017

  Photographer: Juliana Andrade

  Cover model: Wander Aguiar

  Photo provided by: Wander Book Club

  Editors: Kasi Alexander

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  He wanted my virginity.

  He wanted to own me.

  I just wanted to be his.

  Jackson

  I wanted Megan from the moment I first saw her, and nothing would keep me from her.

  I could have been called a bastard for knowing her father would fail in paying me for a mutual business agreement, for knowing I would take Megan as payment.

  But she was mine and in my world, when I wanted something, I took it. And I wanted her.

  She was bought and paid for, collateral damage when her father failed to uphold his end of the deal.

  They all think it’s only for a week. They’re wrong.

  I’m keeping her.

  Megan

  My father couldn't fulfill a debt to Jackson King, but Jackson didn't seem to mind, not when he got me as his payment.

  Having been attracted to the brutal businessman for years, I couldn't help but feel arousal and trepidation at what he had planned. He wanted me for a week, to do with as he pleased.

  He wanted my virginity.

  But I knew this was more than just repaying a debt. This was about Jackson wanting to own me, not just my body, but every part of who I was.

  And the depraved part about it all was the fact that I wanted to give everything to him.

  I wanted to be his.

  WARNING: This is fast and hard ride, featuring an over-the-top Alpha who fights dirty and plays dirtier. It’s a safe read, but it’s short, filthy and so hot you might need a nice, big, long, cool… drink to get you through to the happy ending.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Excerpt: Unjustified Demands

  Excerpt: Affliction

  About the Authors

  Chapter 1

  Megan

  My heart was thundering, my palms sweating. I looked between my father and the man who was claiming he now owned me. I stared at my father, pissed that he would get himself into the situation, that he always seemed to fuck up on the most monumental levels.

  He wouldn't even look at me and I knew it was because he realized how bad the situation really was. With his head downcast, his gaze refusing to meet mine, I could do nothing but want to lash out at him, hurt him in the way he was hurting me right now.

  I knew in that moment that he would let Jackson King take me, own my body... fuck me.

  “I'm not some piece of fucking property,” I almost screamed out. Tears of anger raced down my cheeks, and I felt my face heat.

  And then, looking calm, collected, and like he had all the time in the world, Jackson King stared directly into my eyes and smiled. His grin had a chill racing up my spine, this cold sweat covering me, and I knew I should've been afraid instead of aroused.

  Jackson King was older, hell, no doubt two decades older than my own twenty-one years, with a headful of short silver and grey hair, and a beard that screamed all man. His body was big, strong, muscular, and despite the situation, he made me feel very feminine.

  “Your father owes a debt, and without any funds or any collateral to make up the loss, you're what I'll be taking as his payment.” He said those words as if the deal was already done, as if I had no choice in the matter.

  I didn’t know what my father had done, or why this was happening, but I knew I’d find out eventually.

  Forget the fact that I’d wanted Jackson King for longer than I could remember. I didn’t “know” him, but he’d been doing business with my father for years, and I knew enough about him through the media that it was like he’d always been in my life.

  I could have snorted at the fact that I would assume to know who Jackson King was.

  Ever since my father started doing business with him, I’d been fascinated by the man behind the three-piece suits and the billion dollar company. I knew he was ruthless in his endeavors, and that what he wanted, he took.

  I just didn't think I would be the object of his taking.

  I clenched my teeth together, my anger rising, my annoyance taking over. I stared right in his eyes, not about to back down no matter how intimidating he was.

  “You can't make me go with you.” I felt pride over actually saying the words and knowing I had power too. “I’m not some piece of property you can own.” But the smirk he gave me, that arrogant, all-knowing expression, had this cold feeling rushing over me.

  He took a step closer but I held my ground, refusing to back down. He might be powerful in the boardroom, maybe even dominate and dictate to everyone around him, but in this instance I would not bend.

  I would not submit.

  And when he reached out and tipped my head back with his finger under my chin, I knew there was something inherently wrong with me. The feeling of his flesh on mine, even that small touch, had me instantly wet. I felt my nipples beading, and my inner muscles clenching painfully.

  He smiled wider, flashing straight white teeth, but it was more of a predatory expression, one that told me he knew he would get exactly what he wanted no matter what.

  “That's where you're wrong, Megan.” He ran his thumb along my jawline, eliciting a shiver along my arms. “You'll give me what I want because you love your father, you don’t want to see him desolate and broken, and also because...” He leaned in closer so our faces were only inches apart. The scent of his cologne was addicting, and filled my head, making me dizzy, drunk from it all. “You’ll come with me because you want me as much as I want you.”

  And just like that, after he spoke those words—those very true words—I knew I would do whatever he said.

  Megan

  I left with Jackson just an hour ago, my father's words before I left playing through my head.

  “Jackson, we can work this out as men. My daughter does not need to be involved in this.” He sounded so sincere, so frightened over everything.

  “It's okay, Dad.” I knew he had nothing to offer Jackson as payment. Although I just now realized that. Before Jackson came here demanding payment I just assumed my father had been stable, that he had money. Apparently I'd been dead wrong.

  If I had been able to handle this with paying the debt off myself—sans
using my body—I would have, obviously. But I’d barely finished my third year of college, and the jobs I usually worked at were minimum wage, and just for the summer.

  As we sat in the back of his limo, the privacy screen up, the air too thick for me to breathe comfortably, all I could do was stare at the man who claimed I was now his.

  I forced myself to look away, out the tinted window of the limousine, seeing a grand house come into view. My heart sped up. The car stopped in front of a massive wrought-iron gate, and after a moment the doors swung open and we were ascending this long driveway.

  I don't know what I expected, maybe Jackson taking me to his office to deflower me there, showing me that he really did own me. Another chill raced up my spine and I rubbed my arms together. I glanced at Jackson again, and saw he already watched me, his dark eyes locked on mine, this knowing expression on his face.

  I was a virgin, and this man, this very attractive, powerful man, who was worldly, and so experienced, would most likely expect me to be the same. What would he do? Did he have any idea that I’d never had sex?

  Once the car pulled up to the front doors and the engine was cut, I swear I could feel my heart beating so loudly it filled the back of the vehicle. My throat was so tight, my mouth so dry. I didn't know what to expect, but I had agreed to be Jackson’s. I’d agreed to fulfill my father’s debt, because even if it wasn't my responsibility to handle his affairs, I did love him and he was all that I had left in the world.

  If being with Jackson for this week made things right, then so be it.

  I just hoped I could keep my emotions in check. As twisted as it all seemed, I could see myself falling for this intimidating, arrogant man very easily.

  Chapter 2

  Jackson

  I’m a bastard. You could practically smell the fear that rolled off of Megan in waves. It didn’t stop me. Fuck, if it did anything it turned me on. I was rock hard just watching the way her pupils dilated and her breathing picked up the moment we pulled into the drive.

  The satisfaction that ran through me at finally having Megan could not be described. I’d envisioned this moment from the first time I saw her.

  Her father had just approached me with a business deal, asking for my backing. I knew going in there was no way the venture would pan out. Phillip Beaumont was big on dreams and short on results. Everyone in our circle knew that. Beaumont had taken over his brother Clay’s shipping company when Clay died. He had been piloting his own plane, heading toward his private vineyard in Rome when he suffered engine failure. It was a hell of a loss. There were few men I respected, but Clay Beaumont was one of them—his brother, not so much.

  Still, he’d approached me at one of the endless charity functions I was obligated to attend. I was bored out of my mind. I just wanted out of there and Phillip Beaumont was keeping me from doing just that. And then it happened. I looked across the room and there she was. She was a vision of innocence in a room full of people who had become hardened by life and jaded by experience.

  Long blonde hair, brushed until it was smooth and glittered in the light, framed a pixy-like face with full lips the color of cherries. She was wearing a white gown, simple—almost plain, but it hugged her body like a second skin. It curved around small, upturned breasts, came high up on her neck, but the back dropped down. I could see the line of her spine, that delicate indentation. I instantly dreamt of running my tongue against the skin.

  It stopped way too soon.

  I wanted it to drop further, revealing the indentation of her ass. Suddenly, I had trouble controlling myself. Me, a man who made billions in a business that demanded complete control of my emotions, wanted to walk over there and rip the dress farther down, pin her against the wall and fuck her right there, in front of everyone. When Beaumont followed my line of sight, that’s when I found out who the woman was. Megan Beaumont.

  In that moment, a decision was made. I would give Beaumont the money he wanted. I would invest in his stupid scheme, because ultimately it would get me the one thing I craved—his daughter.

  Even then I knew he’d fuck up… knew she’d be mine.

  I was a bastard, but I never claimed to be anything else.

  Now, three years later, Megan had become mine.

  “Now what?” she asked, after she turned to face me.

  “My chauffeur will show you inside and the maid will take you to your room. You will wait there for me.”

  “You’re not coming inside?” she whispered. Her face became so pink in those passing moments that it was hard to miss what she was thinking. Her words taunted and teased me. I definitely planned on coming inside of her. Megan thought I was only keeping her for a week. But it had taken me years to get her, and I was not about to let her go.

  First, I’d train her body and make it crave what only I could give her, and finally I would bind her to me by planting my child inside of her. Every night I was haunted by the picture of her stomach stretched tight and my child growing inside of her. Before this week was through, I would make that dream a reality.

  “Not yet. I have business to attend to. I will return for dinner. The maid will show you the clothes I expect you to wear tonight,” I instructed her. My fingers tangled in the ends of her blonde curls. Her hair was so bright it was almost white in color. Touching it was like touching the sun, so bright and shiny. The texture of it somehow seeped beneath my fingertips and entered my bloodstream, causing my body to flush with heat and need. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I felt a tremor of need move through me, but I was.

  “Is this what our time together is going to be like, Jackson? You order what you want and I give it to you?”

  “And if it is?”

  “I am not a toy for you to dress and pose. I have my own mind. I’m an independent woman.” She refused to meet my gaze, but she stood up to me. I was almost impressed. Very few even attempted to do that anymore.

  “For the next week, you are anything I say you are, Megan. You’re mine.” I felt she needed the reminder. A storm gathered in her blue eyes and they momentarily entranced me. I leaned down, holding her eyes prisoner with my own. She tried to pull her face away, but I held onto her chin firmly, not allowing her to escape.

  “You’re a monster,” she whispered, anger thick in her voice, but underneath that I heard what she was trying to hide. Desire. I heard it because I felt the same. Her tongue moved between her two lush lips, for just a moment—moistening the cherry beauties and tempting me beyond reason.

  I claimed her mouth then. I wasn’t gentle. I was fierce. I bruised her lips with the force of mine, punishing her for trying to deny me what I wanted most.

  Her obedience.

  I pushed between her lips with my tongue, ravaging her mouth, drinking in her taste and losing myself in her. She’d done her best to remain stiff in my arms, but slowly she softened, melting into me. The sweetest of purrs escaped her lips and her hands slid under my jacket to rest against my chest. I felt each finger uncurl and clench into my skin. Her nails bit into my flesh almost to the point of pain—and I wanted more. Again, just with something as simple as giving me her mouth, my control had neared its edge.

  I forced myself to break the kiss, instantly missing her lips, regretting my decision. I pulled away slowly, knowing only a moment of joy when she tried to follow. In reward I gave her one last, soft kiss. She froze there, her eyes still closed, her lips bruised and swollen from my pillaging and her breathing so ragged that I could virtually see her heart beating against her chest. I couldn’t resist letting my thumb brush against the hard nub of her nipple that was pressing against her dress. At first touch her body shook.

  “I didn’t think you wanted our first time to be while the chauffeur was watching, but that could be arranged.” I goaded her further by loosening my tie. Her eyes, already wide, seemed to grow larger. Her body wobbled—at first drawing closer to me, before finally stiffening and pulling away. Embarrassment and anger warred on her face and something about t
hat made my dick get impossibly harder, stretching against the fabric of my suit. She looked up at Carl, the chauffeur, and without one glance back at me slid from the car. She started to walk away, but before she could I called out. “I’ll expect you to be waiting for me and wearing the dress I chose when I return, Megan.” She stumbled as my words reached her, but she did stop walking. I expected her to turn around. She didn’t. Instead she jerked her head back with the dignity of a queen and kept walking.

  I found myself smiling as Carl closed the door. He hurried to walk her up the white stone steps that led to the front entrance of my home and even then I could not stop watching.

  I could not stop smiling.

  Chapter 3

  Megan

  Once in the house I was immediately ushered up this grand staircase. The older woman who took me to the room I’d be staying in wore typical wait staff attire, and didn't speak to me. She seemed overly stiff in general.

  But I guess when you worked for a man like Jackson King you had to know your place.

  The bedroom door was shut behind me and I stood there, looking around, knowing right away that this wasn't my personal room, but what I’d be sharing with Jackson. It smelled like him: this intense, woodsy aroma that instantly had my heart racing.

  Out of curiosity I went over to what I assumed was the closet. I pulled open the double doors and saw Jackson’s suits lined up.

  This was his room. Like, his everyday, personal room. Although I didn't know why, I was surprised that he wanted me to stay here. I was to be here for a week, and I assumed he wanted easy access to me.