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Holy shit.

Thank god she’d had a bit of warning this time, so she was able to swallow the moan that welled up inside her as the vibrations sped up.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the buzzing stopped, leaving her empty pussy aching with unfulfilled need.

Someone was definitely getting murdered tonight. But it wasn’t going to be her.

CHAPTER 35

ICE

It took everything he had not to burst out laughing at the look on Silver’s face. If looks could kill, he’d have been dead on the spot.

The auction continued on around him, but he couldn’t have said who bid what on whom. Every bit of his attention was focused on his girl, the way she stiffened every time he turned the plug on, the way she glared at him when he flipped it back off. The way her eyes would flutter closed when a particularly strong wave would wash over her.

By the time Silver’s name was called, her steps toward the front of the stage were stiff, as though the plug in her ass was a ticking time bomb and she was waiting for it to detonate.

Which, he supposed it kind of was.

But then her gaze locked with his, and a mischievous smile spread across her face as she took the microphone from Braden.

“Good evening. I’m Silver. Many of you know me from the band Deviant Whispers. And if you don’t live under a rock, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing up on this stage when everyone knows I’m head over heels in love with our lead guitarist, Ice. Well, let me tell you a little secret.” Her smile widened as she let her gaze sweep over the crowd, drawing them in before her big reveal.

She always had been a natural performer.

Leaning toward the crowd, she dropped her voice to a loud whisper. “The secret is… I’m a big fucking brat.”

The crowd went wild, laughing and cheering as she straightened and paced the front of the stage, occasionally striking a sexy pose while she waited for the cheers to die down. “I am here with my Daddy, and I’m sorry to say I won’t be going home with anyone but him tonight. No matter what you bid, I can promise you he’s going to top it. Because he would never, ever let anyone else touch me unless it was his idea. Isn’t that right, Daddy?”

“That’s right, baby,” Ice called, playing along even as he wondered what her end game was.

“See? Told you. So, you could all bow out now, and allow him to have me for a pittance. Or…” She paused again, drawing out the moment before her smile shifted to a smirk. “You could make him pay for the pleasure of my company. What do you say? Let’s see how high we can make those bids go!”

Again the crowd roared as she stepped back, handing the microphone off to Braden. “I’d like to add a little extra incentive to the bidding process here,” he said, quieting the crowd with a raised eyebrow. “Every penny of Silver’s final price will be going to a charity dedicated to stopping violence against women. Club BDE will not be taking a cut. In fact, we will be matching the winning bid, up to one hundred thousand dollars. And with that, we’ll be opening the bids at one thousand dollars. Do I hear one thousand?”

Pride swelled in Ice’s chest as every single paddle in the room shot into the air, over and over again, driving Silver’s ‘price’ higher and higher. But he stayed quiet, letting them have their fun.

And as the bids reached the fifty-thousand mark, he sensed the shift in the room. The bidders, who had started out laughing at him, were now shooting nervous glances in his direction, obviously waiting for him to step up and bid. More than once, Braden hit the “Going twice” part of the bidding process before someone hastily raised their paddle to up the bid again.

By seventy-five, even Silver was starting to look nervous. She’d nearly chewed the lipstick off her bottom lip and every so often she would glance over at him expectantly.

“We have seventy-eight thousand on the table. Do I hear seventy-nine? No? Seventy-eight going once… going twice… Seriously? We’re stopping at seventy-eight?” Braden paused to give them a chance to bid again, then shrugged. “All right. Seventy-eight I guess it is, then. So?—”

“One million.” Stepping forward, Ice raised his paddle as everyone around him froze. “One million dollars, for my naughty little goddess.”

“Sold, and I’m very sure Rowan appreciates you saving him from writing that check.”

Off to the side, a dark-haired man wearing the leather cut of a motorcycle club laughed and made a show of wiping his brow, eliciting laughter from the rest of the members.

But Ice barely paid attention to him, or the crowd. He only had eyes for his girl, who was watching him with a wide-eyed mix of awe and apprehension that had his already hard cock pressing even more painfully against his leathers.

“That was the last bid of the night, folks. Thank you all for coming and for those of you who won… enjoy your night.”

As the crowd dispersed, Ice gripped Silver’s waist, lifting her from the stage before lowering her onto her feet in front of him. “You are in so much trouble, little girl,” he murmured.

He saw his own need reflected in her eyes as she grinned up at him. “Worth it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

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