Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I watched her move toward me, my eyes taking in her curves and her looks. She wasn’t given anything to wear, not even a thong, so I could clearly see the small amount of hair between her legs, along with her nub.
I shouldn’t look when I couldn’t touch, but I didn’t have a lot of self-control. I pulled out the chair beside me and snapped my fingers.
Her eyes widened noticeably, offended that I’d addressed her like a dog instead of a person.
I had to exude power and dominance when I was around my fellow demons, so I snapped my fingers again, this time giving her a terrifying look that she would be stupid to defy. “Sit. Now.”
She hesitated before she sat down, her bare ass hitting the cushion of the chair. She immediately crossed her legs, hiding her intimate place from view, and then she adjusted her hair in front of her shoulders, making the strands conceal her nipples.
Maybe she was a little afraid.
The auction continued, and I bid on another girl. I couldn’t just show my interest in one woman and leave. That would be too obvious. So I raised my paddle into the air, pretending I was seriously interested in one woman when I had no intention of taking her home.
My slave looked at me, her arms crossed over her chest so she could hide her tits from me. She gave me a special look, a look of disgust. “You really need two women?”
I raised my paddle and looked at her at the same time, floored that she cared enough to even ask. Every slave I’d dealt with stayed utterly silent and never asked any questions. They did their best to disappear from my sight, to go unnoticed. This woman didn’t seem to care. “I thought you could use the company.”
“Because you can’t keep me company enough?” Her deep and sensual voice trailed all the way down my spine, digging into the muscles of my back. As if she’d sprinkled a spell over my mind, I forgot about my current situation and failed to raise my paddle to continue the bid. I didn’t want the girl anyway, so it didn’t matter, but I didn’t appreciate the fact that I’d allowed some woman to distract me.
“I’m not the kind of company you want, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.”
“How about slave?” I snapped. “Do you prefer that?”
Her eyes shifted back and forth as she looked into mine, clearly appalled by the term.
“Sweetheart, it is.” I raised my paddle again and started the next bid.
She finally turned away, her attitude still palpable even though I’d subdued the argument. Her fierce brown eyes surveyed the room around her, as if she were searching for all the possible escape routes.
She wouldn’t find any.
I played my part and walked out with the woman I’d paid for. I was in a full suit and tie, so I pulled off my jacket and draped it around her shoulders, hiding her nakedness so she wouldn’t have to try to cover herself with her slender arms and long hair.
The second she felt the material against her skin, she yanked it tighter around her body, wrapping herself up so all of her important features were hidden away. The bottom of my jacket hit her knees, so even her ass was covered. She held tight to the material with clenched fingers, clinging to it like a life raft in the middle of the frigid ocean.
The other girls weren’t so lucky. Their handcuffs were changed for shackles before they were shoved into the backs of limos. They weren’t given clothes. In fact, their heels were ripped off and forced to remain behind. And they were greeted with a backhand from their master.
This woman had no idea how lucky she was.
If my sister were ever in the same circumstance, there was no amount of money I wouldn’t pay for her. Barsettis were ruthlessly loyal to one another, taking the definition of family to a new level. If that weren’t true, Vanessa wouldn’t have ended things with Bones. We were loyal to each other—and no one else.
This woman was lucky her brother cared about her so deeply. Or maybe she was just lucky he was so rich, rich enough that he could drop that kind of cash without thinking twice about it.
I opened the car door for her, one of the cars I’d designed. Worth a million euros, it was the most expensive car in the world. It had the kind of engine that provided the car with enough velocity to send it to the moon.
She peered into the dark car, hesitant before taking the final step inside.
“Get. In.” I didn’t have the patience for this, not when she was out of danger.
She didn’t look at me before she got into the car. She never put on her safety belt, but I didn’t care if she did or not.