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I suddenly panicked. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get in on the action. My heart thumped wildly, and I could only stare at Enzo, like maybe he would tell me what to do.
“Two million!” another alpha called out.
Enzo’s eyes were wide, but they shone with lust and need instead of fear. I might not have been kinky, but from the way precum dribbled from Enzo’s cock as Hamish squeezed a hand around his balls, he definitely was.
I wanted him. I needed him. Enzo was my omega, and I refused to let anyone else touch him, even someone I liked, like Hamish.
“Ten million!” I called out, carried away by the fervor of the moment.
“Eleven!” someone else shouted.
Hell, no. I wasn’t putting up with that. “Twenty million!” I yelled, maybe a little too over the top.
Enzo’s head jerked and he sought me out in the crowd. When he met my eyes, his expression popped wide with recognition and his hips jerked forward slightly. I could have sworn that even with the ball gag in his mouth, he was smiling.
“Fifty million!” I shouted, even though I wasn’t sure anyone else had bid against me after my last bid.
Caden laughed, then banged his gavel on the podium. “Sold to Mr. W for fifty million. Come on up and collect your prize.”
Reality thumped me hard, then. What the fuck? Even though it was pretend, I’d just bought myself an omega sex toy.
CHAPTER FOUR
Enzo
“Thanks for the ride,” I told Amy as I climbed out of her car and hoisted the thin backpack I’d brought with me for my weekend adventure onto my shoulder. “I’ll give you a call when the event is over to let you know where you can pick me up.”
Amy stared flatly at me through the car. “Part of me thinks that I should drive the rest of the way up the mountain to Kincade Slopes and hang out there waiting for you,” she said with all her big sister energy.
I laughed, the cares of my life already starting to roll off my shoulders. “Trust me, there’s no need for that,” I said. “The Dark Fantasies Club is so well-organized it’s amazing. I’ll be ten thousand times safer here than I am back at home.”
That was so true that I didn’t even want to think about it. I’d had to dodge in and out of the laundry room in the middle of the night to avoid Mr. Tindall’s leering stares a few days before just so I could finally get my laundry done. My dad had knocked onmy door the day after payday, demanding I fork over a couple hundred dollars. I’d pretended not to be home and he’d gone away eventually.
Worst of all, Rick Deluca kept showing up in places I wouldn’t have expected him to be, like in the discount supermarket where I did my shopping, asking if I’d made up my mind about the “situation” he wanted to arrange for me, as he liked to call it.
I’d told him I’d let him know on Tuesday.
“If you say you’re safe here, then I trust you,” Amy said, looking like she absolutely did not trust me.
“I’ve given you the number for the DFC, for Kincade Slopes, and my number,” I told her with a wry smile. “If you want to check up on me, go right ahead. You’d love both Caden and Hamish, the guys who own the DFC. I’m sure you’d love talking to them. Betas can be part of the DFC, too, you know.”
Amy laughed sharply. “I’ll keep my fantasies light and fluffy and in the bedroom I share with Erica, thank you very much.”
I stood straighter and patted the hood of her car. “Okay, suit yourself. I’m off to have fun now.”
“Be safe,” Amy said as I shut the door.
“Safe, sane, and consensual,” I called back to her through the car’s glass.
I stepped back and headed toward the slightly beat-up-looking trailer where I supposed this fantasy was supposed to start, waving to Amy as I did. She waited until I’d walked up the stairs and into the trailer before turning on her engine. I had a feeling she would wait a few minutes to see if I came running out of the trailer again, screaming and flailing.
That wasn’t going to happen. I knew it as soon as Denny’s fake-bored, bright-eyed face met me once I was in the trailer. “Are you here for the interview?” he asked, pretending like he’d rather be anywhere other than where he was.
“Um, yeah,” I said, immediately jumping into my part and rushing to sit across from him at the desk. “Thanks for getting me in so quickly. I really need this job.”
Denny was such a good actor. His expression betrayed nothing, but I could see the spark of fun in his eyes. “Fine. Fill this out and we’ll be with you in a second.”
He handed me a form on one of those clipboards with a poor-quality pen attached by one of those beaded chains. I dove into it eagerly, trying not to giggle at the wildly inappropriate questions the form asked.
