Page 7 of Plucking His Daisy

“Let’s start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars,” the auctioneers voice booms through the room, but I force myself to keep looking straight ahead.

“Fifty,” is barked out immediately.

“Seventy-five,” the rough growl has my nipples hardening which, in almost any other situation would be fine, but in this one is a little embarrassing.

“One hundred thousand.”

“One hundred and twenty.”

“One hundred and thirty.”

“One seventy-five,” it’s the growled voice again and I barely hold back the shudder which wants to roll through my body.

“Two hundred and fifty thousand.”

There’s a pause in the room, but it’s cut by a deep, dark chuckle which has every hair on my body standing at attention and goosebumps covering my skin. “Let’s double it. Five hundred thousand.”

I bite my lip so my jaw doesn’t drop, as disbelief rolls through me. My heart is hammering hard in my chest. Can everyone else hear it? It drowns out almost everything in the room, but I know I don’t hear another bid for me. I’m brought out of the little episodic trance moment by the sound of the gavel.

As I walk off the stage, the man at the back directs me to a different door and I find myself slipping into another space, one where I know I’m going to meet the man who bought me. And my virginity.

My palms are sweating, but I push those feelings aside. Now is not the time to get nervous even if what I’ve done is big. Huge. I did it and now it’s time to follow through.

It’s not like I’ve ever backed down from a challenge before.

Except one—Lorenzo.

Okay, so I’ve backed down from one challenge. A girl’s got to have limits.

I hear the door start to open and I close my eyes briefly, anticipation filling me. I take a deep, measured breath and let it out slowly before I start to turn. Whoever bought me, I’m going to accept my fate and I’m going to follow through with it.

Because I need to get Lorenzo out of my system. Because I need to be free. Of all my cages.

CHAPTER 4

LORENZO

Those bastards really thought they could outbid me for Daisy? There was never a chance of them winning her and I don’t give a fuck how much money would be needed. I’ve done well in my life with the Agosti family and then I was smart about my money.

When the gavel finally hit, and I had won my woman I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do first. I wanted to go to Daisy, grab her and tell her how stupid she was to do this before telling her she’s mine. I also wanted to take out my gun and fucking murder every other man who thought they could win a night with her.

I knew why they did it. I saw her up on the stage, same as them, looking like the naughtiest fucking flower in the garden. The sweet hem of her lingerie was a taunt, one I was powerless to ignore. One I didn’twantto ignore.

She looked so fucking innocent up on that stage while wrapped in sin. My cock was leaking in my dress pants, and I didn’t feel a bit of shame about the way I was looking at the little sister of my boss, of men I consider my brothers.

Seeing her like that, on display with her shoulders pulled back and defiance in her eyes, made me realize just how much she was made for me.

There was no way anyone else was going to outbid me. Getting to her is the only thing saving the other men in the room. They get to keep their lives tonight because getting to my woman is more important. Even though they saw her displaying too much of what is mine.

They thought about taking her virginity. As the thought blooms in my mind, I almost turn away from the man who I just completed the transaction with to go back to the main floor and take everyone out.

Her fucking virginity. Did she save it for me? Somehow, I know she did.

Then why the fuck is she here selling it as if that doesn’t matter?

Maybe because you’ve been ignoring her for six fucking months, asshole.

Yeah. Maybe.

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