Page 43 of Auctioned Virginity


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“This morning,” I growled. “Aaron’s fucking MIA, too.”

My old friend and confidant cocked his head to the side, suspicion hinted on his gaze. “Let me go see what I can find out,” he offered.

The elevator outside my door dinged, and who should walk out but none other than Aaron. I nodded to Castiel, waving him away. His jaw ticked, but I ignored his irritation. Time was a luxury I didn’t have in this business.

If every bit of gun manufacturing equipment and stock ready to be shipped to suppliers was truly gone, that meant I’d be taking a sixteen-million-dollar bath. I suspected Morgan Barrera, after his last, fruitless attempt to steal goods. But his operation was small from what I could gather. And there were at least thirty of my men overseeing the movement of product.

My teeth nearly cracked under the pressure of grinding them.

Aaron bypassed my receptionist, despite her greeting that was meant to warn me of his arrival—as if I couldn’t see the fucking elevator from my desk with the door wide open.

He let himself in, flashing me an easy grin.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I barked. “And is your cellphone broken?” I knew it was a dick move to direct my anger at my brother. He didn’t lose over a quarter of a billion dollars.

His smile fell, replaced by a single raised brow. “I had business here to tend to. What’s crawled up your ass and died?”

My scowl deepened. “I called the warehouse part of my shipment was supposed to be delivered to, only for your manager to tell me he hadn’t received any today. In fact, my own three factories had no idea there was meant to be an inbound shipment today.”

His face paled. “How long have the trucks been missing? Who loaded it up?”

“I’m trying to gather that information. The manager that was supposed to be on duty was apparently sick, and none of the other bozos could tell me what I wanted to know.”

“Did Cas go check it out?” Aaron asked, brushing a thumb over his smooth, tawny skin.

I nodded, dropping my elbows onto my desk and rubbing the dull throb in my temples.

“Well I came up here to let you know Jackie from that magazine you were after is in the lobby. Sounded like she was coming to talk to you.”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “I’m shocked you didn’t fuck her in the elevator ride up.”

Aaron grinned smugly. “The thought crossed my mind, but I didn’t want her to be completely speechless and forget why she came to see you.”

I snorted. “Well, get the fuck out then.”

He saluted. “Should I swing by yours and pay Julietta a visit?” The smirk he tossed over his shoulder told me he knew his words had hit their mark.

“Touch her, and I’ll peel your skin off your body until there’s none left.”

A laugh escaped him. “Definitely not in my top five ways to go. Guess I’ll just have to hit up the Pink Palm then.” He waved a hand over his shoulder, eyeing Melissa, my receptionist, like a free piece of candy.

“Out, Rodriguez,” I called.

His laugh was barely audible as he headed for the elevator, leaving me alone to straighten my desk for Jackie’s arrival.

I’d been trying to acquire her best-selling magazine for two years, and finally, she was in my lobby to speak with me. I could only imagine it was to accept my more than generous offer.

Several minutes went by and my gaze strayed to the edge of my desk where I’d bent Julietta over and reddened her creamy, thong-clad ass with my belt. Her moans of pain and pleasure were a heady soundtrack, replaying over and over while my mind delved deeper.

The jealousy of knowing she was on her way to meet Kieran had forced me into a rage that left her dress ripped in two. Luckily, the bastard had anticipated my move and left the state before I could rip his head off instead.

I wasn’t stupid. He had been trying to send a message.

Julietta was my stepdaughter, and she was barely legal. It was a line I couldn’t cross. Once I did, there was no going back. Her life and mine were at stake. She never called me “Dad,” but I found myself getting hard thinking about her bouncing on my cock and moaning, “Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

A groan slipped through my parted lips and I dropped my head into my hands. Why was I so fucked up?

And why was that infuriating girl suddenly all I could think about?

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