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Fuck. My head snaps up, and I’m looking into Ky’s forest-green eyes, finding only mocking there. This asshole lives to see me suffer, I’m sure of it.
So, I do what any self-respecting woman in my position would do.
I go down swinging.
“Thorne can screw whoever he likes. It’s none of my concern.” My words are not elegant. I sound petty and a little too high-pitched. I’d love nothing more than to find an uncorked champagne bottle, pop it myself, and guzzle straight from the neck.
Maybe then I’ll use it to club these men over the head and bash their skulls in. Or, perhaps swing it at their nuts.
Ky’s gorgeous lips twitch. He looms large over me, even in heels, and props a suited shoulder against the pillar. As he scratches his trimmed beard on the uncovered side of his face, he glances over toward where I’ve been burning holes in the back of Thorne’s stupid dark curls.
As I watch on, that’s the moment it happens.
His head lowers and she opens for him. Blossoms and unfurls like a spring flower caressed by sunlight. Being good and obedient and all the things Thorne clearly wants in a woman. A knife stabs and twists in my belly as I’m unable to look away from the point where their lips touch. He wraps a hand beneath her jaw, and devours the bitch.
My pulse thunders so loud in my ears, I can’t see straight. Thoughts of savagely tearing them apart and screaming in his face cross my mind for half a second. But I’m owed nothing by this man. I’m his captive. His payment in kind.
Why would he have any reason to look at me as anything more than a possession?
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My only means of escape from this hellfire is to bolt headlong in the direction of the auction.
A lump of burning coal sits in my chest, and I can sense that Ky is following me, but I can’t bring myself to look at him.
Part of me wonders if he brought me up here simply to force me to witness that. But I also don’t understand why, unless this is all part of their sick fascination with punishing me. Raw humiliation tingles through my veins, leaving me with a pit where my stomach should be.
Oh, how quickly Thorne flipped things around on me after my little power play outside.
He’s a master at these contests.
Clearly, I have a lot to learn.
As I’m walking blindly toward the heavy double doors up ahead, I plow into an imposing figure. Blinking up at the familiar-looking suit jacket in front of me, I’m not sure what I’m seeing.
Thorne’s blue eyes narrow on me from behind a skull mask, and he steadies me by my shoulders. Once he notices the point of contact between us, his big hands drop hastily away from my skin as if my touch is poison.
By this point, I’m a seething mass of emotions and utterly confused. He couldn’t possibly have gotten over to this side of the room before I did…barely a second ago, he had his tongue shoved down some tart’s throat.
I’m in the midst of trying to collect myself when the very bitch I want to grab by the hair and hurl down the stairs pops up by my side. She’s all starry-eyed. Slightly flushed.
My gaze takes in a raft of details that I wish to hell didn’t make her seem like the perfect little fucktoy to sate the appetite of Mr. Calliano. Dark, curious eyes. Hair like midnight falling in soft waves down her back. Full cherry lips. A tiny, bombshell package, a little shorter than I am.
Fuck her. She's a picture of flawless beauty, with curves for days and an air about her that says she owns the place. I could take her.
“I can’t believe Thorne has taken this long to introduce us; I’ve been dying to meet you.” She gives me a smile. One that I have no intention of reciprocating as I stare back with unbridled disdain. Who the fuck does this skank think she is?
Polyamory is the norm in the world we inhabit. I’m all for it. But there is not one single cell in my body that would be ok with sharing Thorne with this woman. With any other woman.
He scowls at Ky and barks something at him about needing to hurry up, before turning on his heel, striding through into the other room. Ky gives me a wink but remains by my side.
She watches the range of emotions battling with my face and then glances at the back of Thorne’s shoulders stalking away from us.
It’s only a beat before her hand flies up to her mouth. “Oh my god, he is such an asshole.” She looks mortified.
I’m about ready to put my self-defense lessons to work and punch her in the vagina.
“God, I’m sorry, this is the worst introduction ever. I’m Poe, by the way, and I’m guessing he didn’t tell you?” She gives the man beside me a withering look. “He didn’t say anything, did he, Ky?”
