Page 7 of Auctioned Surrender

Roger that! Walk in the park. There’s a fire exit to the left of your room. You know the drill, wait for the diversion.”

I glance around, knowing exactly what’s about to happen, quickly surveying the room to assess what I have to work with. She’s covered in oil, and I need to make sure she’s safe if things get out of hand, but in a way that doesn’t cause suspicion.

“I hope you like fire play,” I say to Bryanna.

She can barely keep her eyes open, but she hears exactly what I’m saying because her eyes try their best to stay open.

“We wouldn’t want to mar this beautiful skin, so we’re going to clean you from head to toe before we start, and make sure allof this oil is off.” I walk over to the sink and grab a towel from the shelf, soak it with warm soapy water, and then gently rub the oil from her body. I then drape her in a massage table sheet, covering her from her feet to the bottom of her breasts, leaving them exposed, because that’s the sick fuck these assholes expect me to be. While I want to cover her from these prying eyes, I need to get her out of here safe, so I swallow back my anger and leave her on the table as I go and soak one more towel.

I lay it beside her, and for those watching, they probably think it’s for cleaning up after we’ve had a little fun, but in less than two minutes those fuckers behind the camera aren’t going to know what hit them until it does. I count it down, stroking her cheek, pushing her hair back from her face and continue to monitor her shallow breathing. I hope it appears to those watching that I’m just another depraved fucker who would take advantage of a drugged-out female in no condition to say no to an unwanted advance.

When the blast comes and the fire alarm sounds, I reposition the draped material and throw the soaked towel over her face. I balance her in my arms and grab her purse, then I carry her to the exit and wait. Another explosion rocks the sound barrier in front of the building, and that’s exactly what I need. I use the heel of my shoe to kick the lock, and the exit springs open at the same time Jay’s Volante squeals to a halt in front of me, and he throws open the passenger door.

I jump into the front with Bryanna still covered with the massage table sheet, while Jay accelerates and her naked ass presses against the heat of my cock.

Chapter 6

Bryanna

I shift, the blinding light making it difficult to open my eyes because my head and every muscle in my body hurts too badly to even contemplate lifting my eyelids. I nestle my face in the silky luxury of the pillow and snuggle into it, trying to swallow past cotton mouth of the worst kind.

The door creaks, and I peek as the man with dark brown spiky hair and stormy deep blue eyes stands with one hand on the door frame, watching me.

“Good morning; how are you feeling?”

I don’t answer, every muscle in my body seemingly incapable of movement, and it’s all I can do to keep my eyes focused and swallow down a wave of nausea.

He bends over me, placing his arm behind my back to help me sit up. “Drink a little, slow sips,” he says, holding a glass to my lips.

The water is cool and crisp and so refreshing. I begin to guzzle his offering, but he pulls it away and narrows his eyes at me. “Slow, let’s try that again.”

This time when he places the glass next to my lips, I take a small sip. “Good, nice and easy, now another,” he says, and that soothing husky voice seems to wrap around me.

I follow his instruction, and after another trickle of water has coated the dryness of my throat, he runs a wet finger over my lips and lays my head back onto the pillow. “Sleep. I’ll check back in a little bit,” he says before he leaves the room, and I begin to drift.

I wake to loud voices penetrating the fog in my brain. I try to open my eyes, but the dim light in the room triggers a blinding pain causing me to clutch my pillow, holding it against myself as if it can save me from this agony.

“I did what you said. I let her sleep, gave her water, and let her sleep some more. You told me they gave her a date drug that would wear off in hours. It’s been over an entire fucking day. What the hell did they give her?”

“The tests came back positive for Gamma Hydroxybutyrate, a commonly used drug that temporarily impairs the central nervous system. It usually wears off fairly quickly, but the dose she was given far surmounted the norm.”

“Can’t you give her something that will help?” the intense man growls.

“It doesn’t work that way, Damian. It has to wear its way out of her system. Give it a bit more time. Her vital signs are good. I have complete confidence that she’ll pull out of it.”

“She better, or the fuckers who did this to her aren’t going to live to see another day!”

I wake slowly, taking in my surroundings, and the dark-haired man with deep blue eyes is watching me. The man looking forme at the club, the one who followed me home, and the one who took care of me. He’s watching me intently, and his gaze is absolutely riveting.

He rises from his chair beside me and extends his hand. I watch the movement and try to reciprocate, but my muscles are so weak, I can’t even lift my arms. My eyes close as his hand runs over my cheek, and he pushes the hair back from my face.

“It’s been over twenty-four hours. Time to wake up, Bryanna. Squeeze my hand if you can hear me,” Damian says, putting his fingers on the palm of my hand.

I manage a squeeze, and he nods. “Good, I’ll get you some more water.”

“Bathroom,” I croak and wince as my dry throat strains with the effort.

“I’ll take you. Hang on to my neck,” the man says, sliding the bed coverings back and placing his hands under my knees before taking me into his arms.

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