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“So will I,” Rafael said without looking at me, cigarette still pinched between his lips. It felt like this was an auction, and the men with too much money didn’t care what frivolity they wasted it on. “What say you, Darren?” he turned his attention to the silver fox.
“I usually pay that to have my cock sucked, not a dildo. But fuck, I’ll do it,” he answered, barking a laugh.
Eli nodded. “How ’bout it, doll? Five hundred thousand dollars for a demonstration?”
I blinked, stunned. “This is a joke, right? Where does someone even get a hundred thousand dollars?”
A round of laughs came from the men, but still Romero looked like a statue. “You don’t want to know,” Darren replied.
My brows furrowed. “What, are you guys like Wall Street brokers or something?” I didn’t really know what Romero did. I knew he was a businessman. That he held a number of real estate holdings, owned a bunch of companies. But his so-called friends looked too rugged to simply manage stocks. Come to think of it, in this light, with his tattoos and the hard edge to his features, Romero looked on the rough side.
Eli snorted a laugh. “The offer won’t last long. I suggest you run up to grab that dildo and show us what you can do.”
I didn’t move at first, sweeping my gaze to Romero. With half a million dollars, I’d be set. I wouldn’t have to live with him. I could buy a car and put a sizable down payment on a house. My bills would be paid. But surely this was all too good to be true.
When Romero finally looked at me, the expression he wore stole my breath. There was a challenge in his eyes. A slow smile curved his lips and he lowered himself into his chair.
Aaron whooped, and the others laughed or jeered their approval.
I shook my head, licking my lips to wet them. But my mouth was impossibly dry.
“You have four minutes, or the offer is off the table,” Eli said.
I heaved a deep breath, turned on my heel, and fled up the stairs. My answer seemed clear to them, but I hadn’t even decided what I was about to do until I was in my room, opening my bedside table.
I stared down at the dildo. It wasn’t massive—maybe six or so inches—but it had done the job. I picked it up without thinking and tentatively brought it to my lips. My tongue darted out, tasting the rubbery silicone material.
My nose wrinkled. It wasn’t a great taste, but it wasn’t repulsive either.
“Am I really doing this?” I asked aloud, knowing no one would answer. I thought about calling Arie but knew what she’d say. They weren’t asking me to have sex; I didn’t have to put any of their dicks in my mouth.
All I’d have to do is thrust it in my mouth for a few minutes and I’d be half a million dollars richer…right?
I took a final deep, steadying breath, then turned for my door. Seeing my underwear drawer gave me a wicked idea.
No less than two minutes later, I had changed into something more suitable. The pieces were from Arie when she’d dragged me to her prom, insisting I had to wear them beneath the dress. After not getting laid that night, I’d nearly thrown them away, but on a whim decided against it. I hurried back to the basement, where Romero and his friends waited.
I noticed Romero’s glass was refilled. Rafael had lit a brand-new cigarette, and Eli had turned his chair completely so he could watch. They were that certain I’d return.
Everyone took in my black lacy corset that pushed my tits up and its matching thong.
When their faces morphed from shock to lustful glee, the room erupted into cheers. Only Romero sat like he was carved from marble, his gaze raking down my body before landing on the realistic-looking dong in my hand. I resisted the urge to hide it behind my back.
“Ummm, so.” I lifted it up, preparing to take it into my mouth, when Eli laughed loudly.
He rose from his wooden chair and carried it toward me. Just like Romero, he was incredibly tall. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were easily bigger than my thighs. Itook a step back, but he simply plopped down the chair before me and held out a hand.
I handed the dildo over with a great deal of reluctance, and he fastened the suction cup to the seat of the chair where his ass had been moments before. My heart thundered in my ribcage.
“Have you ever ridden it like this?” he whispered so only I could hear him.
I shook my head. Most of my masturbation sessions were quick and took place under a blanket. My moans were stifled into a pillow.
His grin turned devilish. “Get on your knees and show us what you’ve got.”
I didn’t obey his command right away; instead, I found myself glancing to where Romero sat. His face was suddenly impassive. Utterly void of emotion. Except for the fact that his eyes seemed to have the power to open me up and pour out all of my secrets. With the way the chair was positioned, I wouldn’t be able to see him clearly. But he could see me.
My gaze was torn from his when Eli went to stand against the wall behind Rafael. My stomach fluttered and swooped like I was on a rollercoaster.
