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“That’s why it’s a different code. Aren’t we a smart cookie? See, I knew Killian’s nickname for you was perfect.” Kyrian lifts his hand, pushing the strands of hair hiding my face behind my ear.

“Let’s go. She needs to be fed before we continue,” Liam announces assertively.

He doesn’t wait. He moves forward, dragging me behind him like a rag doll.

Chapter 14

Killian

Kyrian is already smitten with her like a schoolboy for his teacher. Ahh, memories of Mrs. Hinkley in second grade race to the forefront of my memory. The sun rose and set with her, and in my seven-year-old head, she was going to be my wife one day. She just didn’t know it. The day she came in and announced her engagement shattered those dreams and crushed my heart.

Then the next day, Lilly St. James transferred into our class and Mrs. Hinkley was long forgotten.

Virtue takes a seat at the table and Liam heads to the kitchen, along with Kyrian, to get the plates. We’re all hungry. Normally we go out for a nice steak meal beforehand, knowing we’ll need the extra fuel for the weekend. But tonight was different. We didn’t go. It just wasn’t right without Dad.

She picks at a non-existent piece of thread on the placemat. I can only imagine what it’s like to be a female and a virgin, then to top it off, knowing she’ll be having sex with three men. If I ever have a daughter, I don’t want her taking part in one of these auctions. Is that hypocritical of me? Yes, but who fucking cares.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll make sure you enjoy every minute of this weekend.” That is until we make you pay for his mistakes if you’re related to him.

Uncle Liam and Kyrian choose that moment to step back into the living room, each of them with two plates in their hands. They set them down on the table and then leave the room again. Standing, I take a plate and place one on each of the mats, starting with Virtue.

A moment later, they return, each with two bottles of water, and take a seat at the table.

“Virtue, please remove your coat,” Liam instructs, and she complies obediently, only slightly hesitating.

She looks like a goddess in the white lingerie set. Her name and attire are a perfect fit for her virgin status.

I pick up my fork and take a bite of the pasta, savoring the vibrant flavors of the robust vodka sauce.

We all eat, the metal of our forks clanking on the plates. It’s not until I shift my gaze to the right do I notice that Virtue hasn’t moved. I pause and watch her. She’s staring at her plate and there’s a lone tear sliding down her face.

“Are you okay?” I reach out and place my hand on hers, squeezing it gently. My words catch the attention of my family, and they stop as well.

“Yes. It’s nothing,” her voice hitches.

“Little Mouse, you were asked a question, which means you answer it. Now why aren’t you eating?” Liam’s gravelly voice inquires as he places his fork on his plate and leans forward, placing his forearms on the table.

“It’s really nothing. It’s just that you brought me spaghetti.” Our eyebrows all rise in question to her response.

“What does spaghetti have to do with it?” Killian shifts in his seat, staring at her.

She sits there for a moment, worrying on her bottom lip before her soft voice fills the air.

“It’s nothing bad. My mom used to make this when I was younger. She hasn’t made it in years and I’m just missing her right now and this made me think of her.”

I soften at those words. She must have lost her mother and I know exactly how heartbreaking that can be.

“I’m sorry. When did she pass away?” Kyrian asks, and I can see the melancholy seeping into his eyes. No doubt he’s remembering our parents. “It’s okay if it’s too fresh to speak about.”

Before she can respond, Uncle Liam cuts in, “You still need to eat, Virtue. Sorrowful memory or not.” Giving her a poignant glare, he waits for her to obey.

“Yes, Sir.” She picks up her fork, twisting the noodles through the tines and lifts it to her mouth.

“That’s a good girl.” I can see the pride in her eyes at Liam’s praise. She has a kink and doesn’t even know it.

“Now I think it’s time we know your name. Virtue was cute and novel at the auction, but it has no place here. We also need to know what sexual experience you have, if any. Have you had oral sex previously? Given it? I know vaginal penetration by a cock is out of the question, as you are a virgin, but have you been fingered? Had anal sex? I know you answered these on the questionnaire, but I want to ensure the validity of your answers.” Liam leans back in his chair, placing his palms on top of the table.

I observe her reaction to his questions. She shifts in her seat, and I can only imagine what the cool wood feels like against her bare skin. I can see her neck muscles as they move when she swallows. She’s nervous. My cock twitches in my pants, wanting to plunge deep inside of her.

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