Page 8 of Plucking His Daisy

The man reminds me, “You will be able to take her…home from this room. There is an exit in the back. Remember, you paid for a night of fun, that doesn’t mean you get to hurt her.” He smirks at me. “Consent is key and all that.”

I snarl at him, “You better believe everything I do to her she will be begging me for.”

He must see the madness in my eyes because he takes a step back and motions for the door though I’m sure he’s supposed to open it for me. My hand itches to reach for my gun and end this charade right here and now, but I don’t.

Instead, I’m opening the door and getting a look at the princess I just bought. My Daisy.

When she starts to turn toward me, my heart stops as I can feel the waves of anxiety coming off her. She shouldn’t be nervous. She wanted to do this. She put herself in this position.

When our eyes meet, her blue orbs go wide and I growl lowly, “Principessa.”

“Wh-what?” She blinks at me a few times and then squeezes her eyes closed before opening them slowly as if seeing me would change. Does she want it to? The thought makes my heart ache, but I push it aside. Her voice is so soft, so innocent, “Lorenzo?”

I eat up the distance between us in a few strides, my chest heaving and my nose flaring as I look down at her. I grit the words out through my clenched jaw, “You sold yourself like some cheap whore, Daisy. Don’t be surprised with who bought you now.”

She rears back as if I slapped her before her blue eyes turn flinty and she glares up at me. She laughs bitterly and for a moment I see her mask break, disbelief and something like shame in her eyes, but then she locks them up tight. “Sold myself like some cheap whore? Are you serious right now?” She takes a step toward me, but I don’t back down. Not now, not ever. I’m not backing down ever again when it comes to her. “It’s my fucking body, Lorenzo. I can do what I want with it.”

My voice is cold, “So, you chose to sell it?”

She sighs and closes her eyes, her voice harsh, “What the fuck are you doing here?” When her eyes pop open, she looks at the door before looking at me again. She points to it. “You need to leave. My buyer,” she sneers the word, “will be here soon.”

I bark out a laugh and her eyes widen. When I look at her again, a sinister smile curls on my lips. “That would be me,principessa.”

She gasps, “No.”

I lean into her and whisper, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, “Oh yes. I bought you. Now, you’re going to give me what I’m owed. What you’ve been saving just for me.”

Her eyes slide closed, and she shakes her head. When I pull back so I can see her, I can’t help the way my eyes slip down her body, my cock throbbing because of how fucking sexy she is. How did I ever think I could resist her?

“Why?” Her voice breaks and when I look at her, her eyes are still closed as a tear slides down her cheek.

After reaching up and brushing it away, I murmur, “Because you’re mine and there was no fucking way I was going to let any other man have what’s mine.”

She opens her eyes and scoffs, fucking scoffs, at me. The fire is back in her eyes, and I much prefer it over the look of defeat which was there only moments ago; the one that’s been there for the last six months. Fucking hell. I messed up.

Her voice is eerily calm, “I’m yours?”

“Yes,” my voice is smooth as I answer with zero hesitation.

She snaps, “I’m not yours. I wasn’t yours for the last six months while you’ve been doing who the fuck knows what with who the fuck knows who.” Her chest is heaving as rage sweeps through her. As her skin pinks, I can’t help but look down at her tits to watch them. “You’ve had six months, Lorenzo, and you’ve done nothing. Fuck,” she grunts, “you make me so mad I can’t even talk without saying fuck every other word.”

“I wasn’t doing anything with anyone,” my voice is coaxing, lulling.

“I don’t believe you,” she grits out through clenched teeth.

I can’t take it a moment more. My hand shoots out and I grip her hair tightly, my fingers forming a fist, her little gasp only making me tighten my hold on her. She smells so fucking good, like spring when there’s an afternoon storm on the horizon.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Daisy,” my grin is devilish, dark and menacing which makes her eyes widen. “You have always been mine. I will admit that for the last six months, I could have come and claimed you as my own.” I glance over her shoulder for a second and then look at her again. “I should have, but I couldn’t.”

“Oh, but now you can,” there’s sarcasm in her voice which makes me want to bend her over my knee and spank her.

“When you fucking put yourself up on stage to auction off your body, your virginity, to the highest bidder then you’re damn right I can,” I growl the words, but she doesn’t even flinch.

Her mouth opens and closes, but I’ve had enough. I slip my suit jacket from my shoulders and wrap her up in it before I reach down and scoop her up in my arms. I stride out of the room, and I’m tempted to rip apart the people in charge because no one stops me. The other women here aren’t my concern and while I’ll never harm Daisy, it’s not like I’m a good guy.

I did my research. This auction isn’t exactly legal, but they do screen people, and no one is here against their will. If they were, this would have been a very different mission and I’d be taking down this whole farce with the weight of the Agosti family behind me.

We might be criminals, we might have made our money in unsavory ways, but one thing we will never do is sell people. There are lines, even when you exist in a world of gray and the Agosti family has made sure to eliminate people who cross those lines. It’s sometimes messy and bloody, but it’s right and it’s more than the law can do a lot of times.

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