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)
“Is that a threat?” I ask.
He smiles, then leans in and whispers near my ear, “No, dear. It’s a promise.” He pulls back and looks over his shoulder at the stage.
I sneer and turn my back to him as Clay pulls out my chair.
River cocks up a smile, as if expecting my rude dismissal. I watch the stage for a minute, trying my hardest to ignore him before shooting a foul glare in his direction.
“You plan to bid?” I ask him.
“Isn’t that what we’re all here for? But my tastes are a little more fine-tuned,” he says, looking down at my breasts. It unfurls a certain amount of satisfaction through me, and I hate it immediately. “How much for you?” he asks.
I throw my head back and laugh. His gaze is on me as I wipe away genuine tears. This fucker is more deranged than I gave him credit for. I calm myself and stand so we’re only inches apart, our bodies almost touching. Those cold autumn eyes seem amused.
“You couldn’t afford me, Lake. Now, go and sit down, or I’ll have you escorted out for not bidding.” I take a seat again and cross one leg over the other as I stare at him pointedly.
Unfazed by my guards who stand close by, he rests his hand on the table and leans into me. I don’t move.
“It’s such a shame, Tanya. The only thing I can imagine right now is those flushed cheeks of yours as I bend you over this table and stuff you full with my cock.”
My jaw clenches, and my nails dig into my arms as heat floods my stomach, the visual more stimulating than it should be.
He then casually leans back with his hands in his pockets, that arrogant smile cocked as he takes a few steps back and turns for his table.
Fucking asshole.
CHAPTER 6
Anya
Vance and Clay follow me to my private room during the auction intermission.
I’m fucking furious.
River won a collective vase with erotic paintings on it that took me months to curate, and I have no doubt the fucker doesn’t even know or appreciate its worth despite purchasing it and throwing a wolfish smile my way.
I don’t know why it irritates me that he purchased it, most likely because it impedes my ability to kick him the fuck out for not bidding.
When I get into the room, I pace back and forth.
That man is so insufferable.
Why is he even here? I understand being determined to reach a new market, but isn’t being rejected multiple times enough to make him take the hint? What else could he want or need? Or is he outright stupid and stubborn?
This man needs to be taught a lesson.
He thinks he can buy me? Like I’m an object he can own and put on display?
I mean, I did take his money, but that was payment for being near me. Not many get that opportunity unless they’re bidders in the auctions, and even then they don’t speak unless spoken to.
“Miss.” I look up as Vance steps toward me and drops to his knees. Clay comes up behind me, and his hands curve around my breasts. I sigh into their touch, doing everything I can to get one certain fucker off my mind.
Sometimes you just need to have an orgasm to clear your head.
It’s the best therapy, really. And I highly recommend it.
Vance hikes my dress up, exposing bare flesh because I never wear panties, and lifts my leg over his shoulder before his mouth descends on my clit. I’ve trained them well enough to know I need a change of pace to unwind. Which their mouths usually provide. Clay’s hands disappear under the top part of my dress as he squeezes my nipples, and I lean my back against him. I can feel his hard length through his trousers, and while I sometimes fuck them, I don’t need to. I like this level of worship, control, and power.
Vance inserts a finger into my pussy, and his tongue makes perfect circles around my clit, exactly the way I like it. Just like I taught them. And while they don’t always get it done perfectly every time, they try. Each time, it gets better and better. Vance slides another finger in as I hear cheering from the other side of the door, and I know my star of the auction just walked on the stage.
She’s a newcomer, and I knew the minute I saw her, the customers would be very happy with how she looks. She has that perfect hourglass figure with large breasts, a large ass, and long blond hair that falls in waves down to her ass. Pink, supple lips and a baby doll face.
Men like to dominate, and she gives off that innocent vibe they can’t seem to say no to.