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I stare at him.
“You look good. Worthy of me.”
When he’s gone, Amelia reaches to pull the top from my mouth, but even as tears prick my eyes, I shake my head.
“You—” She stops, her gaze darting to the light fixture above us, then she gestures to the door. “This way.”
As I follow her, I’m aware of him fingering me, the bikini bottoms in me are… weird. I must have been exceptionally wet for them not to irritate me. The top in my mouth is similar, reminding me of his cock when it was there, but I’m drooling and I have to clamp my teeth on it to stop my tongue from pushing it out. There’s moisture at the corners of my mouth and I swipe at it just as we start down a long hall on the second floor.
Amelia talks, but I don’t hear a word. I can’t. The beat of my heart’s too loud.
Right now, I’ve hit the ground again, the euphoria I swam in with Jaxson long gone. Now it’s a barren reality and I’m coated in dirt and grime, like yesterday’s trash.
I get why he made me come. If he’d denied that orgasm and sent me out to the wolves like this, I’m not sure I could do it.
I can’t shake the panic that he’s just discarded me, even though I know he’ll come to rescue me. At least, I think he is. Someone hired him to do that job.
Although the “who” is still to be revealed. Jaxson still hasn’t confirmed it was Smith. Then again, he doesn’t have to. The man who’s my father is an enigma, and I’m his burden of a secret.
A hot lump forms in the back of my throat and I swallow it down, willing myself not to cry.
I try to convince myself that I’m not abandoned. Humiliated, yes, but sending me downstairs like this is a form of protection. No one can slip a finger in me or try and make me suck them off. This bikini is a weird kind of barrier from molestation, but I’ll take it.
I almost run when Amelia leads me into the cigar-smoke-filled room full of men and women. I’m among wolves and they’re drooling at the sight of me, ready for a tasty snack.
Amelia grabs my arm. “It’s a little hard, considering how he’s claimed you, but go and pick your next lover. If you don’t or they don’t want you, then there’s the auction. So show them what you’re made of.”
I tell myself I’m doing this to get out of here and off this island, then let one of the men who tried to have his way with me earlier grab me.
He palms my breast, rubs his cock against my ass, and pulls my dress up to expose my bikini-filled pussy.
Another man comes over. He leans in close and reaches between my thighs. I bite down hard on the bikini top to keep the scream from shattering the air.
“What have we got here, little slut? Do you think this is going to stop us?”
FIFTEEN
orion
I don’t like leaving Dakota, even with my “get your fucking hands off” message pressed into her pussy. Shoving the bikini inside of her was fucking perverted, but so damn hot. Wild. The kind of filthy that’s just plain wrong.
But if I’d left her in the room, they’d have come for her.
If I’d sent her without a barrier of warning, they’d be fucking her.
I already know they’re touching her because I watched it on the video feed. The entire place is wired for sound and vision if they choose to stream what’s happening around the mansion and grounds.
Knocking the feed out wouldn’t be hard, but making it look like it’s a mechanical issue will be a challenge.
So I take my time with the setup. I wipe the video of me coming into this room, but I leave the one of me going into the wine cellar. I can’t destroy everything or people will get suspicious.
When it’s done, I pick up a bottle of Dom Perignon, a bucket of ice, and two glasses. Then I head up to my room, leave the bottle, bucket, and glasses, and then go to find Dakota.
It’s late, they’re drunk, and she’s lost in a sea of men touching and taunting her.
The only reason she’s still dressed, unmolested, is the dipshit stock market guy who lets them touch, but not invade.
It’s not out of the goodness of his heart, either. He wants a go of her, and he’s the type, I’m guessing, who isn’t into sloppy thirds or being anywhere past two on the pecking order. Not that he told me this. Our earlier conversation gave me plenty of insight, and I know his type. So I walk over and stop myself from breaking every bone in the man with his hand on her tits.
