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Fuck, we’re both hopelessly lost over this little girl. She’s too goddamn sweet for words. I exhale and laugh. That’s the only thing I can think to do. I pat Damien’s back, a little too hard I realize as I’m so distracted. “You know, I don’t think there’s a better return on investment possible than with that sweet piece of ass,” I say. I stop, ready to gauge Damien’s reaction.
He’s torn. I can tell he’s conflicted from how he’s breathing raggedly and not responding.
I continue. “Seriously, the buyers on the Virgin Market, they’d pay way fucking more money than you’d ever think possible on one night, but you know she’s prime permanent, or permanent stock.”
Damien’s eyes light up.
Aha. I thought as much.
Damien is a nice fucking guy, I mean, as nice as anyone ruthless and rich as we fuckers are.
“Well,” Damien starts. “You have more goddamn money than most everyone we know. As much as those Virgin Market buyers. You said you thought you wanted something permanent.” Damien looks into the distance. He’s got a faraway look and his volume gets lower, though I’m not sure he realizes it. “That’s why I’ve given you such a heads up about her. Sarah is…special. I thought, only the best for Trevor Davries.” Damien lets out a laugh, but he’s too fucking distracted. Most people wouldn’t hear it, but I completely here the nerves and tension shaking in his voice. It’s just a millimeter of quivering in his voice, but my attention to goddamn detail is one of my finest qualities.
He can’t let himself have this girl, Sarah. He wants me to buy her. Damien’s not wrong. I’ve wanted to get someone more long term. I have wanted something as young, untouched, and flawless as this creature. Damien’s a grown goddamn man and if he wants her, he should keep her. But he isn’t. So I don’t know what to fucking make of that. If I thought I could just ask Damien, then I would pounce right on this moment and get the words out of him. But this isn’t a business deal. At least, this isn’t a business deal yet. But Damien is a grown fucking man. If he wants it to be a business deal, well so goddamn be it.
Fuck, this is one of those goddamn moments where I’m supposed to know better than to act on what I see in front of me. I’m supposed to take the fact that I read all this conflict and tension on Damien and urge him to do the right fucking thing.
Well, too goddamn bad.
“You sell her on the Virgin Market for sure. She’s worth every penny I will pay for her.” I can’t tell if now I want to drive in the knife or test the waters, but I know that I’m trying Damien and being my own shithead self right now. “But you know I am going to want more special privileges. You’ve given me the preview, but next up, I’ll want a tasting.”
Damien clenches his fist. Based on that faraway look, I’m certain that he has no idea that he’s done it. Still, he doesn’t say anything. Grown man. Dealing with his own shit. I’m not his goddamn father, certainly not his mother. I’m an opportunist and this is a prime fucking opportunity.
I’m not a total heartless monster. Okay, I am but I like sharing pussy and ass with Damien. “And you know, we always have a good time when we share,” I say.
Damien’s fist unclenches and he releases a breath, a fast exhale that startles him just a fraction. Shit only I see; shit Damien doesn’t realize he’s doing because that’s how fucking twisted up over her that he is.
I am going to buy Sarah. I already fucking know this. I am glad because I guess some small drop of me knows that while the ‘virgin’ part of the Virgin Market is a honor system more than anything else, my dark little heart wants to be the one that buys a pussy and ass that have been thoroughly owned already.
Tasted. That’s what we’re going to do. My cock is rock fucking hard. My big fucking monster doesn’t give a damn about the emotions or reading people. The honor of fucking a girl being sold as a virgin.
My cock says? She’s being sold to me. She’s mine. Sarah is going to get fucked by me—and poor fucking Damien torturing himself with keeping her—and I’m going to buy her.
That little voice I squash down whenever it deigns to return is trying to pipe up and say that shit can most certainly go wrong. I know some of why Damien has Sarah in the first place.
But, my cock and I? We don’t give a shit.
I’m a fly headfirst, cock out, with bad decisions kind of fucker. Apologize never, blaze forward, get what I fucking want. This is no fucking different. I am going to own Sarah’s naughty ass, her pretty little mouth, her sweet virgin pussy.
