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Damon

I shouldn’t be here.

The moment I stepped into Kirk’s so-called “auction house,” a pit formed in my stomach. I could tell immediately that something was off about the attendees. They didn’t look like art lovers, and from the way they looked at a girl who crossed the room, it became obvious the kind of ‘art’ they’re interested in.

Disgusting.

The place reeks of cheap perfume and alcohol. As I moved through the crowd and picked up the chatter, I got the general gist of what was really going on. It churned my gut and made me want to call the police and have every single person in here locked up.

I’d heard whispers about Kirk’s ‘extracurricular’ activities, the kind of deals that skirt legal and moral lines, but I hadn’t seen it firsthand. Until now.

I wanted to end the partnership. It was tempting to walk away right when the rumors kept coming in, but I needed more than rumors. I needed proof.

As a businessman, it was obvious that walking away without something concrete wouldn’t be enough to destroy him if this all blew up. So, I promised myself I’d hold off—wait, watch, gather what I need.

But what I’ve seen so far disgusts me. Young women, paraded like cattle, sold to the highest bidder. Kirk’s grin whenhe explained the “exclusive auction” nearly made me punch him on the spot. But I kept my composure, and nodded as if I understood, even though the rage was building in my chest. I may be ruthless in my business dealings, cutthroat to the point of having more enemies than friends, but I would never condone the selling of human beings,

I should’ve left the moment I realized what kind of place this was. But I didn’t.

And I know this makes me sound as bad as Kirk, but I’m glad I didn’t.

The second she stepped onto the stage, engaging these meaningless men in meaningless conversation and enduring the suffocating smell of lust and desperation all suddenly became worth it.

She’s breathtaking…ethereal…mine.

At first, I thought I was dreaming but after blinking and waiting for her to disappear, I realized she was real. A woman beautiful beyond words and sexier than sin has been shoved onto the stage for this disgusting crowd to behold.

She stands there with dark, curly hair that cascades over her shoulders like ink against her pale skin. Her eyes—hazel, striking, and wide with panic—dart around the room as if she’s searching for an escape, some kind of salvation. When she realizes there is none, her shoulders slump.

The way she trembles, barely able to stand under the weight of what’s happening, twists something deep inside me.

I’ve seen fear before, plenty of it, in business and beyond. But there’s something different about her. Something that makes my blood simmer and my instincts flare. She looks out of place here, far more vulnerable than the other women who’ve come before her. Her beauty, her innocence, every fucking thing about her, sets her apart.

Then she locks eyes with me and time stops.

Shamelessly and for the first time tonight, my lust joins the ones in the room. My cock and heart pound heavily as I look at her, unable to look away.

Her eyes… they pull me in, lock me in place. By some miracle, she doesn’t look away. She’s terrified I can see that, but she still holds my gaze. She stands as if her legs might give out, but she refuses to fall.

My grip tightens around the edge of my chair as my cock hardens, wanting those long legs wrapped around me while I pound her into an orgasm she would never forget. I will myself to relax, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me. I’ve never been so violently turned on in my life. I notice every detail about her—the way her fingers twist nervously, the faint flush creeping up her neck, the way her lips tremble but never quite part.

Then the auctioneer's voice cuts through the silence, and she looks away.

I’m going to kill that man.

She looks more terrified as the crowd’s excitement grows, and it makes me realize something. She’s been forced to do this. My jaw clenches, the anger inside me sparking into something hotter, something primal. I force myself to stay in my seat rather than fight every man in this place.

In the haze of my anger, I hear the word “$150k!”

That’s when I realize that the bidding has started. I’d been so enamored by her that I didn’t even realize she was already being auctioned off.

I glance at the man who made the bid, a slick, middle-aged type with a predatory smile that makes me want to break his jaw.

150? 150?

My teeth grind. She looks at me again with a plea in her eyes that I’ll be damned if I refuse. She didn’t even have to ask. There was no way in hell I’d have let any of these men anywhere near her.

I stand, cutting through the irritating murmur of voices.

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