AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Okay. She just needed to think about things in a calm and rational manner, and then she’d be able to come up with solutions.
She was sitting in the back seat of their limo. Her knees pressed so tightly together that it wouldn’t be long before she successfully cut off blood supply to the lower part of her body.
The scent of the cologne captivated her. Their presence consumed her. They owned her virginity.
Yep. That had been her thinking pattern since they left Martin Davenport’s dungeon office—also, what the heck, a dungeon office? Every thought she'd had came back to that one.
They owned her virginity.
They owned her virginity.
They owned her virginity.
They owned her virginity.
They owned her virginity.
She was going to go mad. Burst an artery. Hemorrhage brain cells.
She had to think. Logically. Rationally. Properly.
No, she needed to sleep. For a week.
“I would like to buy my virginity back from you, please. If we could discuss some sort of payment plan, I can do some odd jobs for you. I’m really good at cataloging books because, you know, I'm a librarian. I can clean your house and cook your food. I can—”
“Allison, shut up and take off your panties,” Reid said.
“What?” She cried as her face went blood red.
“You heard him,” Gage countered. They were seated opposite her, and she sat alone on the other side, her back to the driver.
“I…”
“Now. Or would you prefer me to take you over my knee, pull your panties down myself, and belt your ass twenty times for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?” Zac asked.
“What do you mean?” Her voice quivered. “It was a mistake. I didn’t deliberately go and get myself entangled in a virgin auction. Also, what kind of friends do you have for operating something like that?”
“The kind whose necks we would break if they touched you.” Gage’s tone darkened, and she shivered. She always thought he was the more reasonable one of the three of them.
“You have five seconds left to do as you’re told.”
She frantically looked behind her to make sure the tinted partition was up, and there was no way the driver would know what she was doing. Dear god.
She bit her lip and closed her eyes.
“No, no. Eyes on us,” Reid said roughly.
She reached under the skirt of her dress, tugged her fingers into the band, and pulled them down.
Oh crap. Her panties were wet. They would know.
She balled them up, trying to hide them, blushing so hard that she was sure she saw steam coming from her cheeks.
Zac held his hand out to her.
Nooo…
She swallowed hard and handed him her underwear. His fingers brushed against the wetness.
