Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
He turns and finds me unerringly. “Don’t be shy, love. Come show the people what they came to purchase.” He’s already turning again without waiting to see whether I’ll obey. “Our next auction item is something quite special. Not a virgin, so don’t get your hopes up there. I have it on . . . good . . . very good . . . authority that she gets down and dirty and loves being bad.”
I step onto the stage, and my lungs shrivel in my chest. I’m not a coward, but I’m achingly aware of the way my pussy and breasts are on display, the way everyone present can see me and imagine and . . . I shiver, and I’m not entirely certain if it’s with fear or desire.
“That’s right, we have Carver City’s very own Ruby Belmonte, the heir to the Belmonte territory.” The man smiles, flashing perfect teeth, and motions me closer. “She’s been a good little mafia princess for a very long time, so much so that I myself wondered why she’d darken our doors.” He casts a wicked smile to the audience, which is bathed in shadows. “And yet here she is, prime for the plucking.”
I don’t quite make the decision to set my hand in his. It simply happens by virtue of his magnetism. If I weren’t dead set on a certain man in a mask, I might be dropping my nonexistent panties just from standing next to this guy.
He gives me a twirl that ends with my back to his chest . . . though I notice that he very carefully keeps his hips away from my ass, not taking the opportunity to grind on me.
He releases my hand to catch my chin and bare my throat while bending me back against him and putting my body on display. “Now, look at this delicious little thing, wandered into our midst. She may think she’s been bad, but we know the truth. She’s barely dipped her toes in sin, and it’s someone’s lucky day because they get to show her exactly how depraved we can be.”
The lights haven’t gotten brighter, but I’m half-convinced they’re spotlighting my nipples, due to the heat gathering there and at my clit.
Who knew that being on display was one of my kinks? Not me.
“How lovely she blushes.” He laughs, low and a little mean. “I bet her ass will redden prettily under the right hand. Let’s start the bidding at a quarter of a million dollars.”
Someone with a light musical voice calls out, “Make it three hundred.”
“Darling, look how eager you have them. No minimum bid for this sweet little pussy.” He lifts his voice a little. “But we can do better than that. Let’s hear three fifty.” It’s practically a command.
I had no idea bidding would start so high. Sure, my family may have a fortune stashed in the vault, but it’s not like normal people have access to hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Does Wolf? Who could he possibly be to have access to the kind of money these people are throwing around?
While I’m ruminating, the bids climb quickly. Four hundred. Five hundred. Holy shit.
The auctioneer gives me a slow smile. “You’ve got them by the throat, love.” He’s not exactly trying to be quiet, but he’s not pronouncing these words to everyone. “I bet we can get them to a million if you turn around and bend over, just a bit. Give them a good look at what they’re getting.” He lowers his face a little, until it’s almost kissably close. “We both know you’re getting off on this. Let them see how much.”
He’s right.
My pussy is practically dripping. The voices have been calling out too fast, speaking too quickly, for me to be sure one of them is Wolf. I turn around, slowly and with a little extra swivel in my hips. As if on cue, slow, sensual music starts from somewhere.
The auctioneer whistles. “Looks like we’re in luck. We get a little preview. Can I hear five fifty?”
I bend in time with the music, and I swear I actually hear the collective inhale as the icy, air-conditioned air strokes my pussy.
“One million.” The voice is low with a hint of rasp, a hint of accent, and it strikes me right in my core. I know that voice. I’ve spent days taunting its owner, have spent hours fantasizing about just what filthy things he’ll say to me when it’s finally just us without all the games.
Wolf. My spine snaps straight, and I turn around. “Sold,” I blurt.
The auctioneer laughs. “Someone’s eager, but the bidding isn’t over until it’s over. Can I get a million five?”
“Another person makes a bid and I’m putting a bullet in their brain, Reaper.”
The auctioneer—Reaper—drops his seduction act and goes cold. “Don’t threaten my guests, Wolf. You want her? Bid the highest. Otherwise it’s not my other guests who will be getting a bullet to the brain. This is neutral territory, and everyone here is enjoying my hospitality . . . as long as they obey the rules. So obey them.”