Page 11 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

My heart pounds in my chest like a drum as I stand there, bathed in the harsh spotlight.

“I believe you all know how this works,” he continues." This little beauty has never been touched and we're giving you the chance to be the first one to deflower her.”

This little beauty has never been touched. That’s not exactly true, is it? Not anymore. Not since Cain. My cheeks heat and I drop my gaze to my bare feet.

“Look at those tiny little nipples poking through her slip,” one man says.

“Creamy and sweet,” another one whispers.

“I bet she’s already dripping for us…”

Ashamed, I close my eyes. Because they’re not wrong. I am wet. I am turned on by this even though I definitely don’t want to be with any of these men.

What the heck is wrong with me?

The only man in this whole building who I want to take my virginity is Cain.

Which is crazy.

Utterly and totally crazy.

With my eyes still closed, I try to block out their voices. But one voice cuts through the others. A voice I recognize in the worst possible way.

“This one is mine,” he hisses, his words already slurring.

My knees start trembling and bile rises in my throat when I lift my gaze and spot him - my stepfather.

He sits in the back, dead center. Our eyes meet and his lips twist into a cruel smirk.

Chapter Five

Cain

I tear through the halls of my club, ready to knock down fucking walls to find my girl. I only just found her… how could I have lost her this quickly?

One of my bodyguards, Roman, is roaming the halls, on watch duty and gives me a nod hello. His brows quickly knit in confusion as he takes in my state.

“Have you seen a girl?” I bark at him. “About 5’2, blonde. Wearing our pink bracelets?”

His frown deepens. “You mean Cole’s virgin for the auction? I took her in already.”

I can’t explain the cold sweat that breaks out over my skin. “Was she wearing jeans?”

He nods. “Yeah, she said she was looking for Cole?—”

“Take me to her. Now.”

“She’s already in the auction. On the stage?—”

I don’t wait for him to finish his sentence before I’m taking off toward our auction room. I swear to fucking God if she gets sold to someone else before I can reach her, I will tear them limb from limb.

I burst through the doors of the auction room, the bidding already well underway. My eyes frantically search the crowded room until they land on Bianca, standing alone and terrified on the stage. She's dressed in a sheer white slip that leaves little to the imagination. The lecherous gazes of the men ogling her makes fury rage in my bloodstream.

A man in the front row holds up his paddle as my brother, Caden, acknowledges him with a bow of his head. “Seventy-five thousand from Mr. Mortimer. Do I have eighty-five?”

Eighty-five thousand for my Little Lamb? It’s a joke. She’s worth ten times as much.

Another man in the back… one of the men my guards had shown me a picture of earlier lifts his paddle high. Charles something, I think.

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