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“That’s our cue, love.” He removes his finger from my clit, bringing it to his mouth and licks his finger clean. “Excellent.” He removes his thumb from my mouth and smirks. “That was practice for later.” He winks at me and turns us toward the ballroom just as the doors open.

Chapter 32

Three Months After Auction

Throughout the entire auction, Phoenix distracts me with small touches. He wraps a piece of my hair around his finger. He trails his fingertip from my ankle up to my thigh and back down. Then he kisses my shoulder, neck, ear, and cheek. Leaning toward him until my mouth touches his ear. “If you keep this up, there’s going to be a puddle on my chair.”

His hand grips my knee as he pulls me so close I’m practically in his lap. “Good. Then everyone will know you belong to me.” I scoff. Like he hasn’t made it abundantly clear all night that I belong to him. He’s been marking his territory since the first person stepped through the door.

A knot forms in my stomach. That’s why he’s doing this. Not because he cares. Not because he has a thing for me. It’s becausehe bought me, it’s because he made me marry him, I belong to him, and he’s making it clear no one else can have me. I’m so stupid. I’m falling for his lies again. Leaning away from him, I cross my legs and pull my arm away from him. He allows me to pull away. Without his small touches and distractions, it gives me the opportunity to focus on the auction.

According to him, there are ten people up for auction tonight. Six have already been bid on. There are some people that look like they want to be here. But there are others that are terrified. One girl steps forward and my mouth drops. A mask covers her face, but I’m almost certain she was two grades before us at the academy.

“Did we go to school with her?” I ask Phoenix. He studies the girl for a minute before nodding. Is her father selling her too? Or her mother? How does this auction work, anyway? Who gets to sell and be sold and why?

I begin shaking my leg as her bid goes higher and higher. I wish I could bid on her, but I’m wearing a silver mask. I can’t even ask Phoenix to bid on her because he’s wearing a gold mask. She’s terrified. I see it in her eyes, the gasping for breath, and how she shifts from side to side. The winning bid is for two million dollars. She begins to cry and is escorted off the stage.

Shifting in my seat, I have to stop myself from running after her. Closing my eyes, I know the look of fear in her eyes will be seared into my brain forever. Another girl is called up, and she looks just as scared as the previous girl, maybe even more so. I tap my wrist three times.

Phoenix wraps his arm around my bicep, stands, and walks us out a side door that leads to the kitchen. He guides me through the kitchen, down a hallway and to a room that’s been locked every time I’ve tried to enter during my explorations. I come to a halt in the doorway. It’s a sex room. The room is painted black with a king size bed. There’s an odd shaped chairnear the bed and there’s a stand with various vibrators, and other things I’m not sure of.

“Is this where we’re—”

“No,” he interrupts. “It was the closest room I could get you to.” My mouth forms an O as I walk around the room, taking in everything. Grazing my hand over the smooth leather of the oddly shaped chair, I glance over to Phoenix.

“What is this?”

He places his hands in his pockets. “A sex chair.”

I squint at the chair before looking back at him. “What makes it a sex chair?”He walks over and runs his hand over it before grabbing me around the waist and pulling me against him, my back to his chest.

“Well, if you bend over the back of it.” He pushes on my back until I’m bent over and my chest curves with the couch. It’s more comfortable than I expected. “I could take you from behind and you would feel every inch, every ridge, every thrust.” He pushes into me with his hips, his hardness pressing against me.

He lifts me and walks me to the front. “Lay down.” I eye him before following his instructions. It’s hard to do it without showing him everything under my dress. From the grin on his face, it’s obvious he knows. Laying back, I place my legs on the raised part, trying to hold my dress from falling open.

But he grabs me by the thighs, pushing my hands away. He straddles the couch and wraps my legs over his thighs, still gripping my thighs. I gasp, knowing he can see everything. He stares without abandon as he pulls me until he can rock his clothed dick against my bare pussy. This is similar to the way he took me on our wedding night.

“On this side, I can angle you in such a way that I’ll rub against your g-spot with every single thrust.” He pressesagainst me over and over again. I’m convinced I could come from just this.

“Nix,” I gasp. He pauses for a second before sliding one hand up my inner thigh. His thumb slides through my folds, up to my clit and back. I jerk, wanting more.

“Do you know why I’ve been teasing you all night?” he asks as he continues to rub his thumb up and down my pussy lips.

“Why?” I try to lift my hips higher to encourage him to make his touches firmer. But his other hand grips my thigh and keeps me in my place.

“I knew tonight would be hard for you.” His touch becomes more firm as my chest heaves. I grip the hand on my thigh, digging my fingernails into it, but he doesn’t even flinch. “You needed a distraction, so I’m giving it to you.”

It takes me a minute to comprehend what he’s saying. It’s true, the entire time we were greeting guests I was focusing on him because he kept flirting and teasing me. It wasn’t until I pulled away from him I noticed what was actually happening. He pushes two fingers in me and begins to finger fuck me. I meet each of his thrusts

White hot pleasure courses up my spine, tingling my scalp as I clap my hand over my mouth. Squeezing my eyes shut, I cry out as my muscles contract around his fingers, giving me an intense orgasm that seems to go on forever. He draws my orgasm out by circling my clit until I collapse onto the chair and all the tension in my muscles gives way.

He brings his fingers to his mouth again, licking them, his eyes never leaving mine. “So good,” he says. My heart pounds in my chest. I wish he was like this all the time.

He steps back, the outline of his cock straining against his pants. But he doesn’t reach for it or try to push me to my knees after he helps me off the couch. He takes me to the en suite bathroom, grabs a washcloth to wet, pushes me down on theedge of the tub and cleans me. I jump at the first touch because of how sensitive I am, but I let him do it. I’m surprised I feel no embarrassment or shame.

After he’s done, he holds his hand out to me and helps me stand on shaky legs. “They’ll be done soon. We need to return. Will you be able to make it? There should only be one or two left.”

“Can you keep distracting me?”

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