Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
He walked to the first girl, his shoe touching her bare ass with the softest touch. She didn’t dare move or even flinch. She stayed completely immobile, like a frozen statue. “The finest ass and pussy you will ever find. All of them well-trained. You can sample some of them before the bidding starts.”
This was where our money came from. Our largest revenue. We could make up to more than ten million dollars in one night. The exchange went so fast—in the blink of an eye.
Buy and sell. Use and then discard.
That was what happened during these trafficking nights.
The slaves would do anything at our bidding. We were the Masters. They were the pets. Plain and simple.
“Enjoy the night,” Solonik finished with a slight bow to his guests. Turning his head toward me, he nodded and walked back to his chair.
That was when I noticed the single girl, kneeling at his chair in the same position as the others. The only difference was that she wasn’t with the rest of the slaves. She was with him.
“Are you bidding tonight?” Gavrikov asked, coming to stand beside me. He was another boss, part of Bratva. Someone else I trusted with my life.
“You know damn well I don’t. I’m here to watch and make sure everything stays under control,” I hissed.
“Just asking, man. You attend these events every year, yet you leave without a single bid. Nobody questions you because you’re The Boss. But be careful. You don’t know when the snake will strike,” he replied back, tipping his glass against mine before leaving.
My gaze moved back to the girl beside Solonik. I couldn’t see her face. Her cheek was pressed against the marble floor, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders and face.
For a brief moment, I wondered what she looked like. All the other slaves had stood up and were parading around for the salivating men.
But she…she stayed kneeling and hidden, an exquisite statue. It tempted me to get a closer look.
Finishing my wine, I placed the glass on the table before standing up. A woman came in front of me, her head bowed down. She started to kneel at my feet, but I quickly stepped away, pushing her toward Isaak.
He grunted in annoyance but caught the girl nonetheless, almost gently wrapping his arms around her. Women were his weakness.
I walked over to Solonik, whose eyes were trained on me. His fingers wrapped around the girl’s neck in a possessive hold. I huffed, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his weak show of possession.
You could possess someone without even touching them…they could be yours with a single gaze. You did not have to have a hold on to them to show ownership.
As I got closer, he cocked his head to the side in question. I nodded toward the kneeling slave. “She is not up for bidding?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Solonik chuckled. “Not now. She will be last. But not for sale. She is only available for the night, under some strict rules.”
“She is yours?”
“For now. Until I can get the highest buyer. For now, I’ll just enjoy her until I decide otherwise,” he muttered drily, his fingers trailing down her spine.
She stayed unmoving, which only made me step closer. I wanted to see a reaction from her. Anything…just a small glimpse. Not a frozen sculpture.
“Are you bidding tonight?” Solonik asked, crossing his ankles. He lounged back against the couch, tugging at his tie.
“No,” I snapped back.
Yes.
Fuck! Frustrated at the sudden thought, I raked my fingers through my hair. I tried to suppress the growl that threatened to escape.
My gaze slithered back to the girl. Solonik noticed, and he smirked.
“You are boring, Lyov. Enjoy the night for once. There are plenty of samples for you to choose from,” he said, waving his hand around the room.
I followed his movement, my eyes finding all twenty-five girls, but none of them had my attention.
Not like the tempting vixen kneeling beside my feet.
When I didn’t answer, Solonik sighed, looking like he was deep in thought.
“I will let you borrow my slave. One blowjob. She gives the best ones,” he finally stated, nodding toward the girl.
My eyes widened, and I raised a questioning eyebrow. He shrugged, lacing his fingers behind his neck. “Sharing is caring, Lyov.”
My gaze burned into her skin as I contemplated Solonik’s proposal. My length hardened at the thought of her taking it deep down her throat, sucking me dry.
With her ass in the air, I thought of fucking her in this position. Perfect posture to take me deep inside her cunt. I adjusted my cock in my pants and licked my lips.
“Is there a deal?” Solonik asked, snapping me out of my sweet, filthy thoughts.
It would be so easy to say yes. Just take her, use her…my body welcomed the thought, but my stupid brain fought against it.