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They bought the right to use my body, nothing more.
My heart wasn’t part of the bargain.
“Damn.” Grant grins as he turns to his right. “Those are the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen. You’re a genius, Wesley.”
“Perfect.” Briggs doesn’t stop at looking over my shoulder. He cups my chest from behind, his huge hands covering my breasts as he grinds against my ass. He squeezes just until it’s uncomfortable before allowing his hands to fall away, leaving me breathless.
“We need to move if we’re going to do more than stare at her all night.” Wesley releases me, certain Briggs will take over.
I squeak as the behemoth scoops me into his arms. He marches toward the enormous bed, waiting for them as if I weigh no more than the pillows he lays me down on. There’s a mountain of them piled on the round mattress elevated on a black platform at the center of the stage. The flickering amber glow from the ringing wall of votives glimmers across my skin.
Instinct drives me to hug myself, drawing my legs up to shield my body from view even as my owners begin to strip without hesitation. Wesley folds his suit coat and builds a neat stack of clothes as he reveals a cut physique beneath the fancy wrapping. Briggs is far less careful, whipping his shirt off and leaving it where it falls.
Damn, he’s sexy in a primal sort of way.
The skulls and roses entwined around his massive arm are beautiful and terrifying all at once.
“And now the real fun begins.” The auctioneer sounds more like a sportscaster as he commentates the action, blow-by-blow, for the audience—both those in attendance and those watchingremotely. “How will our lovely Clover handle being breached for the first time?”
I curl tighter inward as if that’s any sort of defense against them.
Wesley cuts a pointed stare to Briggs.
When the colossus flings off his left shoe, it smashes into one of the nearby candles. A molten blob of wax splashes directly onto the lens of the livestreaming camera with the closest and most intrusive vantage point.
Its red light goes dark.
Was that intentional?
The auctioneer reassures the viewers at home not to worry as they adjust the broadcast to one of the more distant perspectives.
Grant grins as he stands at the edge of the bed, bare-chested, barefooted, and working on his leather belt. Their stunt is no accident.
I reach my hand out to Wesley, and he comes closer to take it. He bends over to kiss my forehead then my cheeks. I long to melt into his surprising affection, but I’m too scared.
“You can’t make Gunner mad,” I whisper while he’s concealing my face. “Ineedthis paycheck.”
“We can cover you,” he promises in a barely audible murmur as he leans in to nibble on my ear. “The cameras, the cash, all of it. Whatever he paid you, we’ll double it.”
I would worry he didn’t know how much we’re talking about if they hadn’t bid ten million dollars for the right to have me first. When I don’t respond, he tries harder.
“No, triple. It’s only fair.” Wesley smirks and trails his fingers from my lips down my chin, along my neck and to my collarbones. He traces every curve as if trying to memorize the shape of me. It’s getting harder to remember what we’re arguing about when he looks at me like that—possessive and admiring.
Grant unintentionally shatters the moment when he whips off his belt. I flinch at the sound of the leather snapping against itself, but he doesn’t stop until his pants are open and shoved off his trim hips. He’s built somewhere in between Wesley and Briggs—with the ridges of a distinct eight-pack yet not bulging with muscles—making me feel like dirty Goldilocks.
The instant his cock bobs into view, thick and oh-so-hard, I lick my lips.
Out of nerves. Not desire.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
Wesley chuckles and is quick to shed his own pants as Briggs does the same. He’s every bit as proportional as I feared.Holy shit.
One of these dicks will be the first I ever take. The one I’m never likely to forget.
In that moment, I’m sure of it. No matter how I arrived here, this is a night I’m going to remember forever. One I don’t know that I’ll ever repeat because no experience could be as intense as this. Maybe I’ll be a one-and-done kind of girl.
They’re going to destroy me for anyone else.
