Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“How late is he?” Fuck, Alek, what have you done? What have you left me with?
“One month.”
“Thirty million?” I ask, shocked at the amount. He nods.
“And then there’s the matter of the last shipment. I never got payment for that.”
“I have money,” I tell him. Money hasn’t been an issue for years.
“Oh, I know you have money. You’ve done very well for yourself, Anya. I’m impressed. Even without your brother, you’re doing well. But now I’m here.”
“I don’t accept business partners,” I tell him.
“No, but do you know how late the payment is for the last shipment?”
My guess is it would be triple the amount of the last and would take everything we’re making tonight to pay it off.
All of it gone.
Fuck.
I’ll have to do another sex auction. Those always bring in good money. And it’s easier than dealing with River.
“As I said, the latest installment could be waived for a taste, but the last lot…” He shakes his head.
“What about if I fuck you?”
His brow raises. “Don’t you mean if I fuck you?” he counters.
I shake my head.
“No. No man has ever fucked me, River. I do the fucking.” My hand goes to my hip. “You’ll waive both late fees, and I’ll allow you to touch me while I ride your cock, and we’ll discover if you can make me come.”
That arrogant smile kicks up again. “Be careful what you wish for, Red. Addictions can be a dangerous thing.”
I laugh at his insinuation. “The only thing I’ve become addicted to is sex toys.”
He holds his hand out to me, gentleman-like, and I frown at it.
“Aren’t you just going to fuck me here over this desk?” I ask.
“No, Red. I’m certain that somewhere in this seven-bedroom mansion, there’s at least one bed.”
I jump off the desk, unsettled by his intentions. I just want this over and done with. “You’re not going to try to cuddle me or some shit, are you?”
He laughs as I lead him out the door. “I don’t think you’d know what to do even if you were given affection handed to you on a platter, Red. But I’ll fuck you every way, wherever and whenever I please. But first, I want to muffle your screams with a pillow. You know, being a gent and all.”
“You assume already there will be a next time,” I scoff as I walk between my men, who look confused. “Finish up the auctions. I’ll be busy until the end,” I instruct them, and besides, I’ve already made my obligatory appearance. “River, follow me.”
CHAPTER 11
River
Anya doesn’t look back as she leads me up the spiral wooden staircase, her posture immaculate and head held high. We walk down the hall, the sound of bidding in the distance as she opens the third door we come to.
It’s a lavish room in size with a wooden bed and silk green blankets and pillows. The rest I don’t care for because my attention is only on her. I’d heard a rumour that Anya has a room in every auction house because she often slips out during them to fuck her two men. The woman has an appetite, and I wonder if they were supposed to be here tonight instead of me.
Like I give a shit. If she needs two men to service her, she obviously hasn’t found someone worthy to match her libido.
“You agree to removing both fees?” she asks, leaving the door open for me to enter but in no way friendly about it. When I close it behind me, I imagine she’s rather disappointed that no one might casually stumble along it and be able to peek in.
“Remember that in this negotiation, I do the fucking,” I say as I approach her and tip that defiant chin of hers higher. A smugness unfurls within me as I realize the small permissions this woman grants me to touch her like this. That her brother’s disappearance has very much become my gain, and I’m not the least bit apologetic for abusing it. I reach for my buttons and begin to undo my collared shirt. “Now, drop the fucking dress.”
“Men don’t tell me what to do in the bedroom,” she spits, and I love the burning rage in those green eyes. I want more of Anya. To bring that crazy to the forefront to see and bathe in all of her ugliness. Because something so beautiful must surely be rotten at the core.
“Yeah, well, you fuck men who are scared of you. I’m not one of those.”
“We shall see,” she bites out as she reaches to her side to unzip the dress. “Late payment will be voided?”
“Yes,” I breathe as I trail my gaze down her body, almost mesmerized. My cock is throbbing, torturing me with how many times I’ve already imagined this.
I will make this woman mine in every way, even if I have to break her in the process.