Page 44 of Hush, Hush

The crowd of cloaked men hover like dark skies. My skin crawls in response like ants scurrying over my skin.

“My yacht.”

“200 acres of oil rich land.”

“My spot on the board.”

One by one, they go around in a circle. Their statements mean little to me except for their high value. Everyone offers something up that would be very desirable to others.

“We can do better than that,” a fierce voice barks.

“Maybe if we had incentive,” a masculine voice purrs.

“Yes, dear. Do take off your dress.”

A thunderbolt of fear strikes me in the chest. “What?” I rasp out.

Without warning, a body slides up behind me. In one motion, he unzips my dress from behind. I cross my chest to keep the top up, but he grabs the shoulders and tries to force it down. I struggle, but another figure moves forward, grabs my hands out of the way, and before I know it, my dress is pooled at my feet.

I stand in the middle of the Knight elders in nothing but my bra and panties, stripped of dignity.

They move in close. “What a prize indeed.”

My vision blurs. My heart beats as if it wants to escape my chest. I turn, trying to find a way out. They’re so close now, shoulder-to-shoulder, so there’s no path of escape.

“My house in the Hamptons.”

“Your wife will kill you,” a Knight laughs.

“I’ll offer her up too.”

Groans rise up like sex-drenched webs of need.

A man clears his throat. “To take the most beautiful flower warrants an enormous sacrifice.” I know the voice. It’s the same one who met me in the billiard room. Nausea clenches my stomach.

“Ten million.”

Guffaws litter the air. “We don’t play in money,” an angry voice chastises.

A growl rips through the room, threading through my veins like needles. “My third best company then. I need that taste.” A gloved hand extends toward my mid-section, fingers flexing. “That sweet virginal pussy.”

I inhale a sharp breath. Puzzle pieces click together in abstract horror. They’re having an auction for me. Well, not me. Not specifically. They want my virgin cunt, that’s not even virginal anymore. Keegan took care of that almost every hour on the hour only a few hours ago.

“You will not touch me,” I seethe.

Snickers echo around the chamber, coming back to me with double the intensity, weighing my body down. “But we will.”

“Oneof us will,” a growly voice adds.

Before he’s even done saying that, someone offers, “The patent for my latest invention.”

“Mmm,” an appreciative voice sounds.

“I don’t need the cunt,” another says. “I’ll give up my father’s ruby ring for her red lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Have you given head before, Delilah?” a sultry voice asks.

“My Rolls Royce to watch,” another adds.

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