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And fuck her hard...

Damn! I can’t have her.

“Oh. A juicy deal to seal it up—this one is a virgin and the buyer will get a private show immediately following the sale. So bid high!” the auctioneer announces, throwing the room into a frenzy.

Excitement cuts through the air, and I watch those innocent eyes go wide at the announcement. My cock weeps as I imagine her moving sinuously over me, and I can’t help the thought that crosses my mind. Can I outbid them all to get a private show, and then let her go? No, that sounds like a…badidea.

If I win this bid, I’m not sure I trust my self to let her go afterward.

“One million dollars,” someone calls.

“Two million,” says another.

“Four million.” It seems the prospect of getting a private show from a virgin has them bidding higher.

“Ten million dollars,” a man with silver hair and a potbelly says in an overconfident tone.

“Ten million going once…”

Who am I kidding? She’s mine. No one else can have her.

I press the buzzer. “Twenty million!” I call out with an air of finality.

There’s a shocked silence and I feel eyes on me, but my gaze is fixed on my beautiful girl. My siren. She calls to a deep part of me, and it responds. I’m no longer in control. I see her fear, her resignation, and her determination in those beautiful eyes.

I want to see them heavy and clouded with desire, her lips swollen from my kisses. My cock grows harder at the thought, and I feel even more like a bastard.

“Well, twenty million it is. Going once…going twice, and…sold!” the auctioneer declares.

A guard escorts my prize off the stage.

“Someone will lead the lucky buyer to another room for the private show. Let’s get on with the next merchandise. Number six…”

As the auction goes on, a guard appears beside me. “Sir, please come with me,” he says.

I rise and fall into step behind him, and he leads me into another room. It’s dark and cozy, dimly illuminated with blue lights. The walls are lined with red linens and on one side is a wide red couch that feels as soft as it looks. I settle into the seat, making sure my posture is nonchalant and relaxed. I don’t want to take the chance of scaring her.

Anticipation dances inside me as I wait. I’m starting to get irritated and concerned at the same time.Is something wrong? Are they hurting her?My anger spikes with every question and thought. And just as I resolve to get up and find some answers, the door opens with a snick. The curtain parts, and she walks in, looking like a goddess.

Chapter Three

Grace

I’m a nervous mess.

All my bravado and fake confidence withered the moment the guard escorted me off the stage. Everything has been a blur since I found out what this place really is, and I haven’t had time to catch my breath.

And now I’ve been sold to the highest bidder and I have to please him. I stand in place and stare at the wide and relaxed frame of the man sitting on the couch before me. Even under the blue lights, I can see the sharp planes of his face, and the dark hair that teases at his finely carved brows.

He’s the Audi driver from the parking lot. The man I foolishly dreamed would save me. And now he’s bought me at an auction—purchased my virginity.

My heart skips a beat at the realization.

I stiffen my body, betraying no emotion. I don’t know what to make of this situation, but I can’t afford to appear weak. I’ve learned from my dad that people sense your fear and use it against you, to control you.

And right now I need my wits about me. I can only trust myself and do my best to survive.

I watch the handsome stranger. He seems agitated, angry.

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