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It took a lot of willpower to remind myself that she is Thomas Cameron’s daughter and the only thing I should want from her is retribution. So what that she’s innocent of his crimes?
I didn’t know her reasons for ending up at Asta, offering herself up to the highest bidder in exchange for protection. I didn’t care. Let her be sold off to anyone willing to take on that mess.
Then Peter Hunt bid, and the image of her in his bed, of him between those long legs with his hands all over her soft skin, fucking her, filled my head. I couldn’t allow it. Would not allow it.
One million dollars. Not unheard of but hard to top. And even if anyone had, I would’ve gone higher. Because the moment she turned her gray gaze to me, I knew there was no way in hell I’d let anyone else have her. Not Peter Hunt or any other fucker. Ever.
Now she’s mine to do with as I wish. And I wish for so very much from her. I want it all and in every way.
I shift and she turns to me, our eyes locking. Her lips part in a silent gasp as if she can read my thoughts, see what I’ve just seen in my head.
“Are you a virgin?” I ask her, hoping she’ll say no, because it would make every obscene thought of what I’d like to do to her seem less brutal. Hoping she’ll say yes, because, depravedly, I wish to be her first experience with sex, no matter how rough.
“Why? Are you going to fuck me?”
I look at her mouth again, then farther down to her nipples outlined clearly through the thin fabric of her silvery dress. I stand and move around the desk to kneel in front of her.
I’m so close I can see every blue, green, and gold fleck that gives color to her gray irises. Count every freckle that dusts the bridge of her nose.
Unable to help myself, I lift my hand to her face and brush her long bangs to the side, concentrating on the softness of her skin on my fingertips. She visibly shivers but doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t blink.
Brave girl.
“I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone. Will you let me fuck you, Skye?”
She sucks in a controlled breath and swallows. “Isn’t that what I’m here for? So that you can do whatever you want with me?” She might be nervous, but she never looks away, her big, haunting eyes focused intensely on mine. She’s beguiling at first glance, seeming naive and innocent, but, really, she’s calculating. Like a little lamb aware of its own helplessness as a lion approaches. A lamb willing to do whatever the fuck it takes to stay alive.
“Isthat why you’re here? So that I can do whatever I want with you?” I drop my hand to her lips and trace them. “If I ask you to open for me and then slide my dick inside your beautiful mouth, would you suck it?”
“Would I have a choice?”
“We all have a choice. You chose to be here. You chose to allow anyone who bought your contract to fuck you, if that’s what he or she wanted.”
“Then I could choose to say no?” she asks yet doesn’t move away when I push my thumb past her lips, past the sharp edge of her teeth to her moist tongue. And, still, her gaze stays locked with mine.
“Suck it,” I order, just to see what she’ll do. A test.
Her lips wrap around my thumb, encasing it in that warm wetness. She draws it deeper into her mouth, her tongue moving over the tip like it’s the head of my dick.
My cock twitches as I imagine that’s exactly what she’s doing, and I go from rock-hard to steel.
With an inward groan, I tug my thumb from her mouth and stand. She follows me up with that beautiful doe eyed stare that feigns innocence, but with the way she sucked me, there’s no denying she’s done it before.
“You’re not a virgin,” I state and move away from her so that I can think clearer.
“No,” she says. “I’m not.”
I go to the built-in wet bar and grab the scotch decanter tightly, as tightly as I’d like to grasp the neck of the men who’ve touched her in the past, almost to the breaking point. “Tell me about your indenture. What exactly is it that made you do it?” I pour the amber liquid into a highball glass.
When she remains quiet for a long while, I turn to her. She’s staring straight ahead, her breathing still deep and controlled, like the question agitated her, but she’s trying not to show it.
She lifts a hand to the delicate collar at her throat and swallows. “You don’t know why I’m here?”
“I want to hear it from you.”
“I need protection. My father died. His enemies want money from me that I don’t have access to yet. They’re out there, waiting.” She turns her focus to the window.
“What about Maisel?”
