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The only reason why I didn’t fuck her was because my dick ached to be in her mouth. I saw her sitting on the floor in her lingerie, and my cock was desperate to pierce those luscious lips. My tongue was anxious to see how she tasted, to know if she was as sweet as she looked.
But tonight, I wouldn’t wait.
I would take her virginity—because I paid for it.
The doorbell rang, and I knew exactly who was paying me a visit. I walked into the main room and opened the solid black door.
Carter stepped inside. “You got time to talk?”
“You know I never have time.” I shut the door behind him and walked to the bar. “What do you want?”
“I’m your cousin. I don’t need a reason to stop by.”
I poured two glasses of scotch then handed him one. “Keep telling yourself that until you believe it.”
He took a long drink before he set the glass on the table. “So are you going to tell me the whole story, or am I going to have to drag it out of you?”
“The second one.” I sat on the black leather couch and held my glass by the rim.
“I was hoping you would say that.” He fell back onto the other couch, wearing a black leather jacket with dark jeans. “So, what the fuck happened? I sent Anastasia home, and now I have Marisa staying at my place. I wouldn’t mind, but since I can’t fuck her, I’m not sure what to do with her.”
“You can do other things with a woman besides fuck her.”
“Not things that are fun.”
I didn’t fuck Muse last night, and it was certainly fun.
“So what the fuck, Conway? What’s going on?”
“My muse had been captured and was being sold at the Underground. One of the guys from the Chainsaw Yankees was there, and he had his eyes set on her. He’s a sick asshole, so I did what I had to do—I bought her.”
“So you bought two women?”
“Yep.” I took a drink, letting the liquid fill my belly.
“How much did you pay for her?”
“Doesn’t matter.” I brushed it off, knowing he would flip out if I told him the truth. “Now she’s mine. She’s no longer my model or my employee—she’s just mine. I’ll keep her at my place and use her for designs…among other things.”
“Like a slave?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“She’s willing.”
“Really?” he asked. “Because you’re rich?”
“Because she has nowhere else to go. If she runs, Knuckles will get her. She’s in so much debt that she can’t return to America. Her only other option is living on the street and hoping Knuckles doesn’t find her. Being my slave is a much better option.”
“How much did you pay for her?”
I ignored the question altogether.
His eyes narrowed. “The more you don’t answer, the more I want to know.”
“Because you’re a child.”
“Fine.” When he set his glass on the table, it made a deep thud. “You know I can get that information elsewhere—and I will.”
Now that he wouldn’t let it go, I decided to rip the bandage off. “A hundred.”
“A hundred thousand?” he asked in surprise. “Seems like she’d sell for a couple million, at least.”
“No…hundred million.”
His earlier surprise didn’t compare to his look now. His jaw dropped, and his brown eyes deepened in color. With disbelief in his eyes, he stared at me like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. For the first time, Carter Barsetti was speechless. “Are you fucking insane?”
“Knuckles pushed me.”
“And why didn’t you just let him win?”
I knew what would happen to her if I didn’t step up. A short life of brutal rape and torture would be all she ever knew. A woman like that had so much potential to be something more. My muse didn’t deserve to die like that. She was too valuable. I couldn’t let something so beautiful just die. “I need her.”
“There’s a thousand other women that can take her place. She’s hot, but there are other fish in the sea.”
“She helps me with my designs. That fashion show was the biggest one I’d ever done. Those designs grossed over twenty million dollars…in just the first week. There are other fish in the sea, but nothing compared to her.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, still processing my announcement. “Conway, no woman is worth that much money. This is about more than just work.”
“It’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” he snapped. “Does this woman mean something to you?”
“She only means something to my work and my dick.”
He shook his head. “Now what? She just lives with you forever?”
“I keep her until I get all my use out of her. After that, I don’t know. When she begins to age, Knuckles won’t want her anymore. So she can walk away then.”
“So she’s your private slave?” he said. “Even though our entire family opposes it.”
