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“If that’s what you want…” His brown grizzly eyes snapped back to hers. “I have the money. I can arrange it.”
“And you’d do all this for me. That’s amazing.” Her heart sang. He really was the sweetest man. Sexy and sweet. Why hadn’t some woman snatched him up a long time ago? He was too generous to wander around Vegas unattached. Women probably figured he was a user like everyone else in the town. “I can’t believe you’d do that for me, and you don’t want anything in return.”
The long curl of his fingers tightened on her thighs, and his bark of laughter stopped the singing. “Of course I do.”
“Wh… what do you want?”
“I want what you are selling. I will take you. Use you. Be your first. Be the man that breaks you open. So open, no other man will ever take my place.”
She scrambled backward to jump off his lap. But the soft caress had hardened into steel bands around her back. Halting her flight. “No, I was going to the auction. For sale to the highest bidder.”
“And now there will be no bidding. I will pay the price.” His brow arched into a blade before his words sliced her, “And so will you.”
“That’s not what I want. Not what we discussed.”
“Why not? It solves all of your problems. You will sell yourself to a man willing to meet your price. Willing to provide you with the things you want. And all you have to do in exchange is sleep with him.”
“Don’t say it like that. I’m not a prostitute.”
His brow sliced up again, cutting right through the flesh of her heart. “It wasn’t going to be like that. I was going to meet the men first. That’s what you promised. I was going to interview each one and then pick…”
“The man you desired most. But since we both know that’s me. How lucky you are that I’m willing to pay your price.”
“I… um. I… I would have to think about it. This is not what I planned.”
His brows lowered, and even the twinkling bright lights of Vegas couldn’t hide the dark cloud that settled on his face. “Life never is.”
Chapter 5
Think about it. She had to think about it. What the fuck did she need to think about? She was his. He wasn’t selling her to anybody. Hell no. If she didn’t know it, she should. Or she would before the night was over. He’d slept on his back because it wasn’t comfortable laying on top of the log that pressed between his belly and the sheet. Taking two cold showers and jacking off in the booth hadn’t helped, either. The soft, warm feeling of her crotch snuggled up against his lap was a memory he couldn’t escape. Didn’t want to. He’d like to thank the creator of yoga pants. His new favorite fashion apparel. He should have an entire trunk of them delivered. She paired the pants with long loose t-shirts. He hated how the soft cotton shirts shielded her ass from his eyes. But loved them for the ease at which he could slide his hands under her shirt and caress her velvety bare skin.
Ven slid his hand over the bulge of his dick as he walked to his office desk. Using the remote, he switched on the live feeds covering one wall of his office. This was the office he preferred. High in his tower, one floor below his penthouse suite. From this office, he could watch every corner of his casino, nightclub, pool, and penthouse. Sanyet called it his crow’s nest. Sanyet and his fucking birds. Ven preferred watching any and everything from a distance.
The family noose had been jerking him around since he was twenty. Forcing him out of college, dumping the casino on him. Offering him no choices. But here, with the endless streams of information he controlled, he was in charge. How did I miss you, little witch? How did you slip under the radar without even a blip?
He zoomed in on the valet stand. Everything appeared to be running smoothly. Cars pulled up, and the valets helped the customer exit. Taking the car keys to the holding area. And then the runner came, dressed in their red cap and jacket. Was that how he’d missed her? With the hat pulled low, it was hard to determine what the faces looked like. But he should have spotted her ass when it climbed into the car… Or caught the glint from her glossy, plump lips. What happened there? More missing information. Something made her leave his employ, dissatisfied and angry. Who did it? He would find out and serve her their head.
The peal of the phone stole his attention away from the screens. Rurik. “What do you have for me?” Rurik demanded, never a question or a request. He asked, and you better have his answer. “Did he take the bait?”
“Yes, Baranov is coming. He doesn’t trust Yuri or anyone else.”
“And he’s not afraid that this is a trap?”
“He thinks we got into the sex for sale game after following his lead.”
“He imagines we would follow him anywhere?”
“He’s still pretty pissed you stole his daughter.”
“I didn’t steal his daughter. Hannah was always mine. He was going to sell something that belonged to me. Because of his anger.”
“She’s his daughter.”
“He was going to sell her like a whore,” Rurik thundered.
“Something that didn’t bother you because you were going to buy her like one.”
What the fuck was wrong with him? He never challenged Rurik. Never challenged any of them. He did his job. Fulfilled his responsibility. He ground his teeth together, waiting to have his ass handed to him. “You forget you’re talking about my wife.”
