Page 191 of Auctioned

The thought of his deep scowl and disapproval is a slap in the face. I give myself a mental shake, turning in what little space Topher has left between us.

My hands are flat on his chest, and I push him.

James’s training sessions have made me stronger.

Problem is, Topher’s angry. Real angry. His teeth gnash. His eyes have flames burning in them. It’s nothing like his father’s wrath.

Topher’s anger is unleashed. Uncontrolled. Juvenile in every sense of the word.

Another shove. He hardly budges.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“How about no.” He lowers his face to mine. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me why you’re here. Why you’ve been fucking my dad.” He comes closer, his nose almost touching mine. I have the strongest urge to bite it off his stupid face. “Why he’s been hiding it. Tell me everything right the fuck now, Ophelia.”

As I stare him dead in the eye, I run through my options.

Screaming would have someone running to help me in a matter of seconds. James, even. He’d break through the door. We’d make a scene. A really, really terrible first impression.

Sticking my heel in Topher’s foot or kneeing him in the balls are good alternatives.

Thing is, it won’t get me the information I need.

Like what if he knows more than he lets on.

What if Oliver told him where he had gone the night before?

Since he isn’t half as calculating as his dad, I poke the dumb bear.

Dumb bears are prone to slip-ups.

James taught me that too.

“Hmm, let’s see.” I smirk. He twists his lips in a snarl. “First, he actuallyfucksme.”

As I predicted, emphasizing that word gets him even more worked up. Topher growls, his eye twitching. “You know I couldn’t.”

“James does it really well. Like really, reallyyyy well.” I pretend he said nothing. His words are as inconsequential as he is. “Your dad takes me in every hole, Topher. I can’t believe I thought you and I could ever be together. He’s so big. Some days, it’s impossible to walk straight after his fat cock splits me in half. I can’t imagine anyone could compare.”

“Whore.” His fingers snap on my chin in a punishing grip.

That’s it. The first piece of information I suck out of him.

No grinding his hips to mine. No tearing my clothes.

He’s terrified of James.

If Oliver told him he’d come to visit us last night, Topher wouldn’t have been scared. He would’ve known he had leverage on James.

He would’ve assaulted me.

Even with James’s connections and incriminating photos, an accusation like murdering Oliver Morgan could ruin his reputation. Could send him to prison.

But no. Topher’s cock isn’t anywhere near me.

I laugh at him. “Too afraid to show me how small you are? Or…” I laugh again, the sound derisive. Topher’s fingers bite harder into my chin. “You’re afraid of Daddy? Of taking his whore? Of course you are. He’ll fuck you up if your miserable penis comes anywhere near me.”

“I could kill him. I’m entitled to. Then I’d ruin you, whore.”

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