Page 6 of His Public Claim
“Ah, perfect,” the cobra says. “And now we’re ready for the second part of theshow.” He weaves through to his seat and as the others move away, I see what he means.
The dais has been disassembled, revealing a large circular bed covered in deep red satin quilting. Yellow lighting gives the scene a more intimate feel, if you can ignore that only feet away there are leering masked men in the dark shadows.
This is where I am going to be forced to take my best friend’s sister’s virginity.
Gently, I drag Nicole down my front and ease her down onto the bed, pushing her knees apart with mine and pulling her by the waist into the middle. She’s a shocked little mouse, frozen in terror from being auctioned like a prize breeding female. Her orange-blossom scent catches at me, and my cock hardens.
“Remember, everyone, look but don’t touch!” The auctioneer has got his smooth peppiness back. “The winner has the right to all the physical delights, and the wolf paid handsomely for the privilege.”
I growl softly in agreement. I think I’d rip the head off anyone who touched Nicole. My muscles ease about ten percent with that assurance, as I look down into Nicole’s face, braced with my forearms on either side of her head.
She’s looking up at me like I’m her god.
Awe is in her gaze, and my throat burns with how little I deserve her perception of me as her hero.
I’m just another monster in this story, because my cock is hardening with her beneath me.
But her brow pinches, and for a second, I think she’s realised who I am. That she’s about to say, “No, you’re Lev, you’re far too old to be sticking your dick in me, and my brother will murder you when he finds out.”
But she doesn’t.
“I’m going to protect you,” I promise. “But it might be painful all the same.” I don’t have any experience with virgins, and now I wish I hadn’t been so put off by inexperience and youth. I’ve always preferred my partners without illusions regarding what I have to give. And virgins seemed most likely to fall in love, which would get messy. I’m not a good man. I’m a ruthless mafia boss.
But I wish right now I was better.Forher.
“I know it’s going to hurt,” she whispers. “I’m prepared for that. I’m just glad…”
I reach down and with a shaking hand, release my cock.
“I’m glad it’s you.”
Ah, no. My heart is burning.
I notch the tip of my throbbing hardness in her folds, and she’s wet. Soaked. I bite back a groan.
The instinct to ram home is almost unbearable.
As soon as she’s not a virgin, I could save her. Scoop her up in my arms and take her away from here. Sure, that would be devoid of pleasure for me, but that’s nothing. All I’ve had is my own hand and the image of her in my mind for two years.
Every cell in me is chanting that she’smine. To take her. Claim her as my own with her virgin blood.
But however wet she is, it would be painful if I just thrust in. I could probably come in a few strokes of her tight little body over my length, but it would be without redemption for her. She’d hate it. It would hurt and she’d have no pleasure from that greatest gift she can give—her innocence. The first man to conquer her virgin hole.
And suddenly I know what I have to do.
I’m going to make this good for her. She’s going to come. At least once. Not screaming my name as I’d prefer—she can never know it was me who took her virginity—but she’s going to find pleasure in this filthy act.
And I’m going to fill her up, just once, and dream that she could have my baby. I have no idea if she’s on birth control, but they wanted test results before I could pay the exorbitant amount to be here, so I know they don’t require me to glove up.
I’m going to come deep inside her and dream that this situation isn’t as impossible as it is.
Even if she weren’t totally forbidden and off-limits, she’ll hate me after this.
Her gaze creeps to the side, where grotesquely glinting masks barely hide the licked lips and saliva-covered teeth.
“Ignore them,” I command. I want her attention only on me. Not just because I want her to forget where and why this is happening, but because I’ve craved her, and only had the scraps of being able to see her from the shadows.
“They’re all watching,” she whimpers. Her throat moves as she gulps, fear in her every line.
