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  Table of Contents

  Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Epilogue - As Told By Kerri

  Epilogue

  Epilogue - Destiny

  Second Epilogue - Austin

  Buyer’s Market

  A Billionaire & Virgin Dark Fairytale

  Dark Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Contents

  Description for Buyer’s Market

  Also by Naughty Angel Publishing

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  A Note From Alexis and Lana

  Emmaline

  Ethan

  Emmaline

  Emmaline

  Ethan

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  Emmaline

  Emmaline

  Ethan

  Emmaline

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  Ethan

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  Ethan

  A Note From The Authors

  Man Chaser: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  Ethan

  Brittney

  Ethan

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  Ethan

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  Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Man Caser Over, On To Jailbait

  Jailbait

  Kerri

  Lucien

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  Epilogue - As Told By Kerri

  Hope you liked Jailbait; Now it’s time for Red & Blue

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  New York Daily Journal

  Carter

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  Epilogue

  And now for the one that has never before been seen!!!

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  1. Austin

  2. Out and About - New York City

  3. Destiny

  4. Austin

  5. Destiny

  6. Austin

  7. Destiny

  8. Austin

  9. Destiny

  10. Austin

  11. Destiny

  12. Destiny

  13. Austin

  14. Destiny

  15. Austin

  16. Destiny

  17. Austin

  18. Out and About - New York City

  19. Destiny

  20. Austin

  21. Destiny

  22. Austin

  23. Destiny

  24. Austin

  25. Destiny

  26. Mistress Strokes

  27. Out And About - New York City

  28. Epilogue - Destiny

  29. Second Epilogue - Austin

  Buyer’s Market

  A Billionaire + Virgin Dark Fairytale

  By Dark Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Description for Buyer’s Market

  All my life, women have tried to sell themselves to me.

  No surprise. I’m rich. Handsome. Successful. Master of the Universe.

  That is, until I meet Emmaline Travers.

  Her body is for sale. But there’s a look in her eyes.

  It tells me…Let the Buyer Beware.

  I know though that I’ll pay any price for her. And once I do, I’ll defile that tight body of hers as I do ungodly things to it.

  I’ll push her up against the wall. Rip the clothes off her hot little body.

  Grab that luscious heart shaped @$$ and smack it as I ride her into paradise.

  But is the cost too high?

  Everything is for sale, but will buying her bankrupt me?

  If it comes to it, that’s how far I’m willing to go then to own her everlasting love.

  I’m willing to sell my eternal soul.

  Dedicated to Hayfaah Sumtally

  Also by Naughty Angel Publishing

  Wicked Lil’ Brat

  Man Chaser

  Red & Blue

  Scandalous

  Client 5

  Jailbait

  Python

  Men of the House

  12 Inches

  Woman of the House

  D.I.L.F.

  Dirty Daddy

  Gambling For The Virgin

  The Virgin Market

  Mergers & Acquisitions

  Daphne Vs. Daddy

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

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  Kisses!

  Alexis

  A Note From Alexis and Lana

  Well hello there, ladies!

  If you’ve read any Alexis Angel, Mona Cox, or some other titles from Naughty Angel Publishing, then yo
u know that we’re all about fun and the sexy sexy.

  But there is a part of us that likes sexy sexy and still wants to be dark. Like pink and fluffy is only fun when we also explore the cold and dark parts of us, ya know?

  So just be aware here, that the pages ahead are not going to be the happy go lucky sex romps that end in sweet love stories like you’ll find in other Naughty Angel Publishing books.

  Sure, there is a HEA and no cheating or cliffhangers. But there are some dark and mature themes here that have potential triggers and it’s good that you know. It’s definitely a lot more dark in it’s tone, but we enjoyed putting it together and hope you like it as well.

  Kisses!

  Alexis xoxox

  Lana xoxo

  Emmaline

  “You can’t trust an academic website to tell you what you need to know about your professor!” Delia says, swinging the hand off her hip to grab my laptop. She snatches it and sits next to me on my bed.

  “What?” I raise my hands and cock my head to the side, getting sassy about her just grabbing my laptop.

  Delia raises her eyebrows until her forehead crinkles. She’s bringing as much sass as I am today. “You have to Google that shit, Facebook stalk, etc.,” Delia lifts a hand up from her frantic typing and waves her hand. “Otherwise you’re not going to find the real deal — and I hear there are some real treasures at our school, if ya know what I mean,” Delia says, waggling her eyebrows.

  “That’s … well,” I don’t really know what to say back to that. I knew that Delia had plenty of boyfriends since I’d known her, but I wasn’t so sure that I would ever consider the teachers part of the dating pool. I started thinking about how weird it would be. I mean, staying up to date on reading is hard enough, how would you date someone who knew you stayed up too late in the library getting more sources for your latest paper? Weird. Not that I knew what to do with a normal boyfriend. That’s why I’m boyfriend-less and pretty much cool with it. Delia does not make me jealous with the fools she messes around with anyway.

  Delia’s eyes go wide. “Wow, he’s fine as hell. And I bet if he reads poetry and shit, well that’s bound to give you a lady boner—“

  I can’t let her finish, and I grab my computer back. We were supposed to be going over our schedules to find out details about our classes, and see what teachers were like as far as grading went. “Oh my God!” Delia makes everything about sex sometimes, but then I look at the screen.

  Delia is right, though. Professor Ethan Wesley. I don’t think I’ve ever imagined anything more attractive than that man sitting at the edge of a desk and reading poetry. I think I'm actually getting a little wet at the idea. If I tell Delia she’ll never let me live it down, but I mean, she’s my friend so I have to give her something. “Well, actually, he’s …” I have no idea what to say.

  “He’s fucking fine as hell, and girl your face is bright red. I guess old guys are your type. I don’t blame you, not with this man,” Delia says laughing.

  I realize where I recognize that name. My freshman year my mom told me about him, said she had an old friend who worked at the school and said maybe I’d take some of his classes. Oh God.

  “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Delia says. She shuts my laptop and holds my hand, giving it a squeeze. “Too hot for you, babe?”

  I laugh nervously and squeeze her hand back. I think I’m actually sweating a little bit. “Umm, yeah, he’s hot. He was my mom’s friend though so that’s super weird. I mean, he’s already my teacher … and my mom’s friend … so it's weird that he’s hot but like—“

  “Damn, girl, you got it bad!” Delia stands up and grabs her sunglasses and heads for the door. “I’ll leave you alone for some Googling. Use your birthday present! I’ll lock the door,” she finishes with a whisper. “Coffee, tomorrow, and tell me how many times you came,” Delia says, waggling her eyebrows at me and shooting finger guns.

  “Delia, Jesus girl,” I say, exasperated. But the truth is … I'm going to dig around on the Internet and find out whatever I can about my professor. His face is like permanently burned into my brain right now and I can’t think of anything else. “I’ll give you the full dossier, cross my heart,” I say, drawing an x over my heart.

  Delia winks, and then slides her glasses down over her eyes and heads out the door. I hear the click of the lock, and I head for the nightstand drawer. I slide down my joggers and my panties. I tell myself, I won’t go overboard, because I did actually plan to go for a quick run around campus before classes start up again and I’m thinking about more readings and papers. But I can already tell by how my pussy is aching that I might wear myself out in a minute just looking at pictures of him on the Internet.

  This is by far the most inappropriate thing I’ve ever done in my life — leave it to Delia — but I mean, masturbating while thinking about your professor, that’s harmless. It's just a fantasy. I mean, when I see him and he’s my teacher, I’m sure I’ll feel totally different.

  Maybe he just photographs well. Because why would my mom just be friends with him, if he’s that good looking?

  Okay, that’s the sort of weird thought that could really kill the vibe before I even twist my vibe to turn it on.

  My curiosity leads me to read a professional biography, and he’s published about basically every author I have loved, ever. I gasp, kind of shocked, but that turns me on as much as looking at his face. He wrote about Mary Shelley, my favorite author, on several occasions. For a few seconds, I think I might read those papers with the online library access the university has, but my twitching clit urges me to look at more pictures.

  It isn’t long before I find him on a Forbes list.

  Whoa!

  So, Dr. Wesley doesn’t need to teach at all. He’s been in school more years than I’ve been alive, and he’s loaded. He ran a publishing firm for many years, and he owns a media conglomerate. He teaches, according to the article with the pictures, because that’s his true passion.

  The shots of him holding leather bounds, or the one where he’s got both of his palms flat on a desk—God, I can’t turn that vibrator on fast enough.

  I’m even going to tell Delia the answer at coffee tomorrow.

  Four.

  That’s how many times I cum just looking at these pictures of him. I stop when I realize that my whole dorm room smells like sex and I probably want it to air out before my roommate gets back tomorrow. I read more about him, and my heart is racing. He’s what I might build if I actually wanted a boyfriend … but not now. I’d need 10 or 20 years to be even worth his attention.

  I sigh.

  But that’s what a fantasy is for, right? I mean, there’s no way that he can be anything more than a fantasy. A teacher crush that I get over when I’m done with my course load. Though, majoring in English, I'm actually going to be taking a lot of classes that I know now that only he teaches. I gulp. I never should've done this. I could have just enjoyed the class but I let Delia put naughty thoughts in my head!

  I think about texting her, but I don’t want her to pump me for details. As hard as the first day of classes are, we’ll have something fun to talk about over coffee tomorrow morning.

  Maybe it'll give me enough time to accept that I was just doomed from the instant I got on his schedule, because he’s everything I didn’t know I wanted in a man.

  Ethan

  I fuck a lot. I fuck so many hot women that I should never, ever have time to look at students. I'm a college professor and that means I see lots of hot young girls staring intently at the body they just know I’m hiding behind my clothes. But none of them have a shot.

  None until Emmaline. Emmaline is the kind of pure soul that I should never want. In fact, I know the instant I see those chocolate curls and big hazel eyes, this is the younger, hotter version of a woman that I grew up with and never loved. My best friend through elementary to high school, Emmaline’s mother Joelle was never interested in me.

  Kids nowadays and th
eir dumb 'friendzone' bullshit have no fucking clue.

  Sure, I was fucking obsessed with Joelle and thought I loved her. She was clever, beautiful, and always there. As a friend. It took me years to realize that we simply weren’t a good pairing.

  We didn’t share any of the same values, Joelle didn’t share or understand my passions. And she was swept up in our mutual friend Daniel. Daniel was not like me. He was the good boy, and I was the bad. Joelle was a good girl, and she belonged with him. I’m not even sore about it. It's been a little while, but I even still hang out with Joelle and Daniel.

  Am I still that bad boy? Well, my act hasn’t entirely straightened up now, but I’ve always been good about not fucking students, or even wanting to fuck them.

  And we’re talking some hard work and dedication on my part because there have been literally a classroom’s worth of blondes and a few kinky redheads that left thongs (the redheads all left me filthy notes with them) but I’ve never even considered fucking them. I fuck women my age, or maybe a tad younger, but not the girls who are basically half my age. I don’t fuck students. I don’t want to fuck students.

  And I’ve come to understand that even though Joelle loves me, she loves me as a friend. So when I see Emmaline, I can’t just be hung up on her mother. There’s something more.

  So how come the second I see her daughter, I can’t fucking stand the idea of not touching those brown curls? It was just a sexual attraction at first and I told myself I could overcome that, in that instant. But my old, obsessive ways do spring into motion. I know that I can’t get this girl out of my head. Not right now.

  This is how she breaks my concentration—I’m out here scaring the class like I normally do, sorting wheat and chaff and letting people know that this is not the class they’re going to fuck around in. You don’t have to love my subject the way I do, but you do have to work the course hard enough to earn your grade. I don’t believe in the curve, or in rewarding mediocrity.

  I’m lecturing about all these expectations when Emmaline tries to slip in late, unnoticed.