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In a matter of minutes, the backstage is an empty, trashed mess that I just know I’ll be tasked with cleaning up. The last person is on stage now, and I can hear the chatter rearing up.
People who have already had their dates bought are mingling about with their buyers, and the whole room has to be a few shades past tipsy.
I’m just about to get a head start on cleaning when arms come around my waist and pull me backwards into a warm, broad chest. A hand grips my throat just under my chin and tilts it back.
“Look at you,” Corvin whispers, dragging his lips across my temple. “My sexy firecracker.”
There’s the slightest hint of alcohol on his breath, but as his hands start to explore my body, I can’t say that I care.
The hand on my throat stays put while the other tangles in my hair and tugs until my scalp burns. Then it slips under my jacket and tweaks my nipples over the shirt. He reaches his final destination when he trails my thighs and squeezes my bulge.
“You got one of these to fuck my mouth with, sweetheart?”
God, yes.
The kiss he presses to my lips is hungry and demanding. He rocks his erection into my ass while taking my mouth damn near like a wild animal.
More. More.
If he doesn’t stop soon, one of us it getting fucked in this auditorium.
Right as I’m treading on the edge of no return, he tears his mouth away and moves both hands to my waist.
The world is spinning, and then there’s a hot, commanding breath in my ear.
“Someone’s going to fuck you tonight. Let’s find out if it’ll be me.”
It doesn’t even register that he’s pushed me out the other side of the curtain until an entire room of people are staring at me in an eerily silent room.
Rascal is standing on the stage with a cue card and the same grin that makes me want to clock him.
“Our final date auction of the night is Shiloh Novak, and if you’re looking for some fun of the feisty variety, this will be the one.”
My cheeks burn. I turn around, but Corvin isn’t there.
What the hell?
Rascal walks over and puts a hand on my back. He tilts his head and speaks quietly so as not to be picked up by the microphone.
“Cory tells me you have a fantasy for him to fulfill. Lucky for you he likes to play with his toys before he gives in.”
Oh. Oh.
He’s putting me up for auction.
And there are a lot of hungry eyes in this crowd.
My mind flashes to strangers with their hands on me, and I almost bolt. Then I spot Corvin standing off to the side, hands in his pockets and a knowing smirk on his face.
His hands on my body don’t scare me.
If he wants my trust, this might be the ultimate test of it.
Chapter 21
Corvin
Shiloh looks like a deer in headlights if the deer were murderous. It’s well deserved, but I warned him this morning that I had plans for him. He’s just been too busy thinking about what I could possibly be preparing in the bedroom to remember that I have his handy little kink checklist in my pocket.
