“You’re gorgeous, baby girl,” he rasps after lifting his mouth from my nipple. It gleams rosy and shiny from his saliva, my ivory curves open for his enjoyment. “Some man is going to be very lucky.”
After all, Hunter’s in full control. The color on his high cheekbones is high, but he doesn’t fuck me. Not yet. Instead, he dips his head to my thighs again, gently licking at my hard nubbefore burying his tongue in my vaginal channel and fucking me with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh shit.”
I’m so aroused that my back arches, my eyes closed with pleasure.
“Yes, Hunter, yes!” I cry out. “Mmmm!”
“You’re definitely a virgin,” he moans. “I just licked your hymen.”
What in the world? How is that even possible? But all thought flies from my mind because this man is controlling my curves. He makes me feel so good that I explode on his face, my pussy convulsing as he sucks at my clit, moaning words of praise.
“Yes, just like that,” he rasps. “You have a slutty cunt, Daisy. The kind that can only be satisfied by a hard fuck from your Daddy’s cock. Youneedto be auctioned to a man who can take care of your needs.”
What in the world? What is he saying? But I’m too lost to compute and merely shake and tremble, cupping my breasts as my pussy convulses with incredible pleasure again.
When we finally collapse, sweaty and tangled, I’m broken. I’m lost, wild, and utterly sated.
Hunter holds me, one big hand splayed over my stomach, thumb tracing lazy circles on my skin.
“Still scared?” he whispers.
I shake my head, burying my face in his chest. “Not as much.”
He kisses my forehead, so gentle it makes me ache.
“You’re going to be a star, Daisy. I promise.”
We lie there in silence, his arms around me. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I don’t even know what I’ll decide.
But right now, in his arms, I finally feel like I belong to something.
Or maybe, to someone.
I drift off, his heartbeat in my ear, and dream of a world where I get to choose my own ending.
6
CHAPTER 6 – GYM SHENANIGANS
Hunter
I’m strolling through the lobby of Sanctum, watching snow swirl through the windows like a malfunctioning confetti cannon, when the guilt sneaks up on me and sticks in my throat.
It’s always worst in moments like this, when there’s nothing to do but watch the world go about its business and remember that you’re a monster. A man who found his amnesiac stepsister wandering the street and brought her, not home, not to the authorities, but to a private club built for the pleasure of men with more money than they know what to do with. It’s not even the sex I’m ashamed of. That’s a given. What shreds my dignity is that I’m lying to myself. I’m telling myself what I’m doing is for Daisy’s own good.
Right now, I’m telling myself that my stepsister needs the club. That if she’s going to survive in a world that doesn’t care about pretty, lost things, she should at least be trained by an expert. That I am, in some twisted way, helping her by keeping her here,making her strong, building her up before she rejoins the wider world.
And if I can’t believe that? Then I’m just a sick bastard waiting for his sister to offer herself up to the highest bidder, and that’s a truth I can’t sit with for more than five seconds at a time.
I watch the glass doors. The staff have the place running like clockwork—every bellhop, every hostess, every girl in a silk uniform moves with the same smooth intent. The lobby is gold and onyx, a temple of old money that’s never seen a single day of hardship. But I need to get upstairs stat, for my exercise date with Daisy.
The gym manager, a guy with a neck like a tree trunk and the personality of a Roomba, appears at my side. “Mr. McCarren. I’ve set up the equipment in the gym for you and your guest as requested. Please let me know when you’re ready.”
“Thanks,” I say, tossing my duffel over my shoulder. “Give us ten minutes. We’ll be up shortly.”
He nods, already texting his minions.
