Page 9 of Auctioned to her Stepbrothers

"My turn."

Little Sparrow shivers so hard I can see it, a ripple racing from her flushed throat all the way down. I'm sure I'm not the only one who noticed her brief smile after Nate fucked her, but if she thinks I'm going to go as easy on her as he did, she's got a surprise coming. I can only toy with my prey for so long.

"Do you want us to hold?"

"No." I cut Lyle off before he could finish. "I want her alone. Just her and me."

She's not smiling now.

The way she wets her lips nervously has me hard as a steel bar. She hears the threat in my voice and doesn't want to be left alone with me. I understand that. That's what I want her to feel. Captive. Insecure.

Mine to do with as I want.

Has she figured out yet which virginity she has left to give me? No one has said it explicitly, but she has to realize what's coming. And if she doesn't, she'll learn soon enough.

Nate looks at her with concern, and his voice is uncertain. "I think maybe we should stick around. Help, you know."

"Out. You've staked your claim. Now it's my turn."

Little Sparrow looks to them, then to me, then back again. She swallows, and I watch her throat work. It gives me all sorts of ideas, none of them close to decent. Some of them are barely legal. Maybe she realizes what she's in for, but I doubt it. She was a virgin, for fuck's sake.

Lyle takes Nate by the arm and pulls him along. "Come on. We all paid for this. It's Ky's turn."

After a quick glance at our prize, then a slightly suspicious one in my direction, he nods. "Okay." A moment later, the door shuts behind them, leaving only Little Sparrow and me.

She's not meeting my gaze. Her breathing speeds up as soon as the door is shut, and I love how I make her nervous. I'm going to fucking enjoy this.

"Look at me." Putting my curled index finger under her chin, I force her gaze up until I'm staring right into those big, beautiful blues. Her features tickle a distant memory. Something about her feels familiar, but I can't place it. Someone I met once, probably. Or maybe she looks like a celebrity. I don't pay much attention to them, but pictures come my way sometimes. It doesn’t matter. "You're fucking beautiful, even behind that mask."

Her pale features are flush red. She has her lower lip trapped under her teeth, but nervously, not in an overtly seductive way. It seduces me anyway. Her trepidation is like a fucking drug.

"Thank you," she whispers, probably to fill the silence as much as to respond.

Letting her chin go, I step back to undress. I had already shed my jacket and shoes when we began, but now I deliberately open one button after another on my dress shirt.

She follows my motions while pulling the sheets up to cover herself, like a cornered animal looking for a way out, hoping the predator will make a mistake.

I don't make mistakes.

"Don't hide from me. I paid good money for this. Lose the sheet."

She drops it like it's burned her.

My shirt lands in a heap on the chair, and I unbuckle my belt. The click of the buckle seems impossibly loud in the quiet. I let my pants drop and step out of them. The bulge in my boxer briefs is unmissable, and her eyes widen when she sees. If she has realized where it's going, I'm not surprised if she has second thoughts. Not like they matter. Not tonight.

I point at the floor between my feet. "Come here. Take it out."

She scrambles off the bed and kneels in front of me before hooking her fingers on the elastic. After a deep swallow, she pulls.

Her surprised gasp when my cock pops out delights me. She pulls my briefs all the way down, but she never takes her eyes off it.

"Take it in your hand. Kiss it." My orders are curt and quiet, but they brook no argument. She's paid for and ours.

Mine.

She obeys, her slender fingers hot like fire around me. As she puts gentle kisses on the tip, she strokes me like she has no idea what she's doing. I know she was a virgin, but she has to have at least given a fucking hand job before, right? You wouldn't think so by the way she's acting.

My jacket is just within reach, so I pull it over and rummage through the pockets until I find the little tube. I can be cruel, but I'm not going in dry. For my own comfort, if nothing else. I hand it to her.

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