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Teaching her how to unravel is going to be a highlight of my life.
Though she’s probably standing there thinking it’s about to be one of her worst moments. She’s hugging herself as she rocks from side to side, shifting her weight on those death-trap heels.
Damn, she’s petite. Will she be able to take the three of us, Briggs especially?
No one is foolish enough to compete with us.
“Easy enough. Bidding will end at ten million. Going once… Going twice…” A gavel bangs. “Sold, to Grant, Wesley, and Briggs.”
Without waiting for my roommates, my partners—the other parts of myself—I stride toward the woman who’s waited her whole life to surrender to us, then take the stairs to the stage two at a time. She doesn’t flinch as I approach, so I gather her freezing hand in mine and lift her knuckles to my lips. “Very nice to meet you, Clover. I’m Wesley, and I’ll be one of the men to introduce you to desire. This is Grant, and he’s Briggs.”
“Nice to meet you?” Her tone implies there’s some question, though I’m going to do my damnedest to convince her it’s true soon enough.
“The pleasure is all of ours.” Grant steps up beside me and cuts in, wooing her with his charm while Briggs towers behind us, providing a screen for a bit of privacy from the onlookers. We leave the majority of the talking to Grant, as usual.
With a whoosh, the heavy curtains are yanked aside, unveiling the set for our lewd performance. An enormous round bed is draped with crimson silk sheets. It’s surrounded by athousand white pillar candles of various heights, dripping wax down ornate wrought-iron stands.
Clover yelps and lurches away from the sudden motion, wavering on shoes she’s obviously not used to. It’s instinct to catch her, to wrap her in my arms and hold her tight as Briggs widens his stance and Grant coos to her in an attempt to set her hair-trigger nerves at ease.
She relaxes into my hold, ever so slightly.
Illumination washes over the four of us as the candles are augmented by professional-grade light boxes and the red dots on multiple cameras begin to glow, providing several angles from which to view our debauchery.
“Congratulations, gentlemen. Don’t forget to put on a good show for our members at home.” The auctioneer nods to us as he slips from the stage, leaving us and our prize alone at the center of everyone’s attention.
I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist before, but the thought of the entire planet witnessing us stake our claim to Clover is certainly not a turnoff.
I glance at the bed where we’ll show her what it’s like to be possessed.
Not only by one man, but by three.
CHAPTER 3
Clover
I’m so dumb. Why did I think, for even one second, that these men would rescue me? That they were safe compared to the rest of the deviants who appraised me as I shivered before them?
It only took a glimpse of their eyes up close to realize my mistake.
They might look refined on the outside, but behind the thin façade of their impeccable suits and handsome faces, they’re every bit as dangerous as the others. They’re older than me—by a decade, at least, though not four or five like some of the patrons.
Virile enough to get it up and have plenty of stamina for their perverted conquest.
I’m fucked. Seriously fucked, or will be shortly.
Might as well get it over with.
I reach behind me to whisk the zipper of my dress open, but the burly dude with the hint of black-and-gray tattoos peeking from beneath his collar and cuffs,Briggs, captures my wrists and pins them in the small of my back. Spine arched, my chest shoved out, I’m presented to his buddies. Wesley, in a suit as black as my dress with a crisp white shirt that echoes the neatness of his short hair and the fine tortoiseshell frames ofhis glasses, stalks forward. Grant flashes a disarming smile and radiates a best-mate vibe that offsets Wesley’s intensity, though he matches his friend step for step.
They corner me, catching me between the three of them.
Grant trails his knuckles down my cheek. I jerk backward, but that only plasters me against Briggs’s rock-solid torso. They tighten their triangle around me, hemming me in.
Wesley hums. “Oh no, prize. Let us unwrap you. There’s no rush.”
Except there is.
Who knows what’s being done to my brother? I’m sure it’s a lot worse than this.
