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The buyer, who’s remained silent up until now, speaks up. “As I said, she is now Cyler property. From this point forward, she will not be touched by anyone not vetted by my team.
Mr. Cyler places his hand on the table. “Now, do you have her papers? I’d like proof that she’s been tested.”
My father nods and flicks his hand, signaling one of his goons to come forward with papers I hadn’t noticed he was holding. He hands them to the man who grabs them with his left hand leaving his right to draw calming touches on my leg.
I glance at the papers, noting the name of one of the doctors on the cartel’s payroll. Scanning the page, words jump out at me,HIV, Herpes,disease after disease is listed. In the column next to them, the word NEGATIVE in green ink.
The man takes his time reviewing the report before finally nodding his head. “Very well.”
There’s quiet murmuring and a few smirks around the table as the men adjust themselves and leer.=
My father relaxes deeper into his chair and extends his hand to pat the top of the oak table. “We’re waiting, Mr. Cyler.”
Dread settles in the pit of my stomach.Oh my God.Surely my father is not going to sit there and watch this man fuck me.
Chairs shift back and the men watch on as Mr. Cyler lifts me from his lap and places me on the table. My legs are spread, exposing him to my most intimate places, but his eyes never leave mine.
I’m not sure how long his eyes study my features, but I take the time to do the same. Tanned skin, piercing green eyes, and rough stubble give this man a look that could easily be on billboards and action movie posters. Beneath that rugged, handsome beauty, there’s a hollow darkness behind those eyes that tells me in no uncertain terms, this man is danger personified.
As I stare up at him, but his expression remains unreadable. Finally, he lifts his hand, and I can’t hide the way my body tenses.
I don’t know what I’m expecting, but it’s not for him to release my hair from the clip that had been holding it back, exposing my features for potential buyers.
The clip tugs at my scalp when he pulls it free but I don’t care. My thick, long tresses fall around my face like a curtain and everyone else in the room disappears from view. My breath rushes from my chest. Did he do that on purpose? Or is my heart making a desperate attempt to make this monster a man?
“Mr. Cyler,” my father says coolly, “This is not a honeymoon. There is no need for a gentle hand, my productshave been tested. Vigorously.” The men around the table chuckle.
Mr. Cyler's eyes burn into my father. “I will not repeat myself again.” I can’t see them, but I recognize the familiar sound of my father’s men pulling their guns from their belts.
“Stand down,” my father’s voice turns cold. “I will remind you whose home you’re in, Mr. Cyler. She may beyours, but you will show me the respect I’m due,” he hisses.
I can’t hold back the shiver that races down my spine at the cold look in Mr. Cyler’s eyes as a strong, calloused hand is splayed across my back.
He leans forward and presses his lips against my ear, and I whimper, every fiber of my body taut with fear.
“Quiet now, sweetheart.” His hand slides down the curve of my back to rest on my bare hip.
He nuzzles my ear and I realize he’s using my hair to hide his whispers. “I’m not going to hurt you, Isadora… but I have to make them believe this, do you understand?” I pull back, brows narrowed.
His face remains blank, but his eyes beg me to trust him. When he nods slightly, his grip on my hip tightens.
My head spins as I try to make sense of his words.“Make them believe…”
His grip turns bruising as his other hand begins to roam my body. Never losing eye contact, his left hand lifts to my breast, and he captures my nipple, twisting it roughly between his fingers. I cry out at the sharp sensation, but I’m confused at the wet I feel between my legs.
Oh my god. What is happening?
I should be fighting, clawing my way out of his grasp.
I should hate this.
I should…
His hand releases my hip and I immediately miss it. I want to beg him to put it back, but I bite my lip to hold my pleas. His fingers move to the front of his slacks where his long, tattooed fingers release his belt, then his button and zipper.
Never have ever I been so consumed by both desire and depravity.
He pulls his thick cock from the confines of his slacks and I try to hide my gasp.
