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“Holy shit,” she said under her breath as she was alerted by a tingling in her nape. Her eyes were caught and held over a distance by a gaze so dark and intense, she forgot to breathe. Tall, with thickly muscled legs sheathed in perfectly fitted suit pants, he had the full features of someone, possibly Mediterranean, with a head capped by almost silver-gray hair. Tossing her satiny auburn tresses, she forced the trembling in her legs to still, regardless of feeling like a quarry to a wolf quietly sizing up its prey. The neat beard that adorned his face added a rough edge to his already dangerous appeal. A thrill cascaded down her spine.
He watched her unblinkingly, as if he was memorizing every line, every shadow, and could identify every emotion flashing in her eyes.
Never had it been so hard to remain immobile, to keep her eyes trained on the man. It was the one thing her father had drilled into her from when she was little.
First point of contact. Own it. Make it count. Become unforgettable.
Then you strike.
Aria Harper, aka Sanchigo, had just achieved the first three. When her number was called, she stepped onto the platform with confidence, knowing there would only be one winner... or rather, winners.
The two men who had kept watching her throughout the proceedings.
Kevin and Keith Frazer.
Chapter Four
Club Rogue... Pre-auction...
“We found her, Keith.” Kevin’s voice thickened as his eyes locked on the enticing woman who had just joined the group of participating submissives gathered to the left of the platform where they would parade during the auction. “There she is... our own little Babygirl.”
He didn’t need to point out who he was watching since, as always, Keith was in sync with him, instinctively reacting to his emotions and attraction to a potential partner. His dove gray eyes immediately latched onto the petite redhead dressed in a pink and white babydoll outfit.
“Hell yes,” Keith growled. “She’s absolutely perfect.”
“No need to drag out the bidding on her, Keith. Make sure our first bid is high enough to warn off competition.”
Kevin’s eyes darkened as she looked around, locked in on him... and kept staring. With his arms slung passively across his chest, there was no pretending. He straight out leered at her, soaking in the view with a furtive look of a practiced voyeur. His eyes narrowed and swept over her lithe form. The short baby doll dress accentuated her tiny waist and rounded hips. As she breathed in, he could see her breasts straining against the blouse, with the top of her areolas peeking out of the white lace demi-cup bra, courtesy of it being unbuttoned all the way to between her rounded breasts. White stockings adorned her lean legs that ended in ridiculously high stilettos. The thought of getting hopelessly tangled in the ropey strands of the dark red hair framing her oval-shaped face filled his mind. Her rounded jaw jutted forward stubbornly as her perfect small nose flared in reaction to his continued regard.
Kevin was an old hand at playing cat-and-mouse games. Now, intrigued by the chance of witnessing an uninhibited, private exhibition of her sexual prowess for his and Keith’s personal satisfaction amid the din and employment of the club members, he waited patiently—for a subtle gesture, some glint of recognition that would signal her interest that she was open to being a participant in the path they were on.
Situated together in a gambit of sexual brinkmanship, it was her move, and when she offered it, it was so subtle, he questioned whether he had read it correctly. His eyes narrowed on the redhead. A thrill of expectation tingled along his cock when he detected a darkening blush on her cheeks.
Good, she realizes I’m not a Daddy to be trifled with.
The slightest nod, a mere inch of lowering her chin, but it was enough. She had just acknowledged her participation in response to the question his dark gaze had quietly demanded from her across the space separating them.
