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“What’s going on?” I asked.
Bastian ignored me and continued reading, shaking his head with a sigh. Of course, Luca gave nothing away. His face was like marble, perfect and lifeless. He looked at Bastian, who passed the phone to Marcello. After they both finished reading, Luca took his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket.
“What are you guys keeping from me?”
No answer from any of them.
The tension in the booth reached an all-time high now that none of them would speak to me. What the hell were they up to? I should have known better than to trust any of the Salvatores.
Bastian squeezed my knee. “You should watch the auction, Cherry.”
Marcello sat painfully still, his eyes on the front of the room.
“Never know when you’ll find yourself on a stage like that one,” Luca said with a sick grin. “Men like us will pay a lot of money for virgin pussy.”
The next morning, I woke up to my wrists and ankles burning, red-hot pain searing throughout my body.
I figured it had to be a dream.
Except it was far from one.
As I opened my eyes, I gasped at my arms and legs, which were tied to the bedposts. I tried to sit up, but he had tied the knots too tight.
Did Damian sneak into Bash’s room? Where the fuck is Bastian?
“Bash!” I yelled, struggling against the restraints. “Bash, help me!”
I kicked and screamed, panic settling deep into my bones. Five minutes passed before the bathroom door opened. Bastian walked into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, his dark brown hair freshly wet from a shower.
“You’re awake,” he commented as if it were a normal day, and I wasn’t fucking shackled to his bed. “I thought you were going to sleep all day.”
“Untie me. Damian.” I struggled to get the words out. “He’s fucking crazy. You said you wouldn’t let him near me.”
Laughing, Bastian approached the bed, stripping off his towel. I could hardly think straight with his muscled chest on display, his big cock that was semi-hard and aimed at me.
“I did this to you, Cherry. Damian hasn’t come near you.”
My cheeks flushed with anger, tears ready to spill down my cheeks. “What is wrong with you?”
He snorted with laughter and turned his back to me, searching for boxer briefs in the chest of drawers across from the bed. “How about we start with good morning?”
“I’m going to kill you,” I screamed. “Let me go, Bash.”
“Last night, you said you wanted to learn more about me. Are you reconsidering?”
I kicked my feet again, but it only made the ropes dig into my skin more. “I meant for you to open up and tell me personal things, not chain me to your fucking bed.”
After he pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, he strutted over to the bed, looking like a gilded god. Bastian sat on the mattress beside me and tapped my thigh with his fingers. “Look at you, Cherry.” He licked his lips as he appraised my naked body. “I’ve been wanting to show you what I like since the first night you slept in my bed.”
“Let me go,” I whimpered. “My wrists and ankles are killing me. You tied the ropes too tight.”
“I was hoping you’d be into this,” he said with a frown, carefully studying his handiwork. “So far, you haven’t disappointed me.”
“Well, I’m not into this shit.” I couldn’t even move my hand to reach over and tug on the knot. “It hurts. And not the good pain like when you spank me.”
He laid on his side and ran his long fingers down my stomach. “You’re no fun, Cherry.” Then he reached over and started working on the first knot.
When he freed my left wrist, I slapped his thigh. “Asshole. Don’t you ever do this to me again.”
