Multiple men around the room stop to stare at her, elbowing each other and whispering about the bids they're going to make.
I eye her.
What if I kept her?
I could take her home and show her a good time. I could make her beg for me over and over again.
I could have one more taste of that sweet pussy, and then I could ruin her.
It's appealing, but the point of putting her up for auction is for the money. It's to expose the others who might want to get back at the Lyndes by purchasing one of them. Getting money for more arms deals. Making connections with those who might be able to help me.
This isn't about my desire to bury my cock in her until she's begging for release, only to scream my name when I finally give it to her.
"We have twenty-five, do I hear fifty?" The announcer glances around the room, and someone else nods.
I shift away from Robert as the bidding war continues. His bid keeps getting higher and higher. If he wins this, he's going to break her more than I ever could. He's a sick and twisted fuck.
When I'm on the other side of the room, I glance at Hector. "Stay near the back but start bidding. Don't worry about the cost, but drive Robert up as high as you can. Keep him spending his money. Let him win."
With a smirk, Hector disappears into the crowd, getting lost as the numbers keep climbing.
Her gaze drifts around the room, filled with hate, even though she's drawn in on herself and looking down at the ground.
The tiny silky dress she wears only accentuates the curves of her body, making her legs look miles long.
"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" The announcer's gaze finds mine again as I nod.
I stare at her, Hector's bidding rising higher and higher. They start to climb above a million dollars as someone on the stage forces her to turn around, showing off the curve of her ass and the way the dress barely contains it.
My cock strains against my zipper as I watch her, more bidders falling away once the price crosses five million.
Summer does her best to hide her disgust and act like a scared woman, her gaze darting around the room, nibbling on her bottom lip, her cheeks flushed.
What the fuck is she planning with an act like that?
Whatever it is, I know better than to trust it.
They're at seven million. Robert is going to have to pull out soon. I know what he makes, and once we cross the ten-million-dollar line, it's going to start hurting his pockets. He's going to either bow out or make the dumbest decision he could make.
Though, what man hasn't spent too much money in the pursuit of pussy?
Hector, however, is going to get a bonus for doing his job right. He's pushing the number as high as he can, and I doubt Robert has a clue he's the one doing it. I don't even know where Hector is standing right now, and I've been keeping an eye out.
And if Hector keeps driving him up, I'm going to get a better idea of what kind of money he has squirreled away—get an idea if my estimates are on point or way off.
The bid climbs higher.
Right now, I can't see Robert, but I know he has to be seething. Good.
He's trying to go behind my back for whatever reason.
I told him we had to get rid of her. I made sure she would be here in time for the auction. I made sure she was kept well enough so she'd get us a good price, and then I'd have more money to secure a bigger arms deal.
Instead, I'm giving myself my own money via Hector because Robert's thinking with his cock.
"Do I hear ten million?" the announcer asks, his voice high-pitched with excitement.
I spy Hector in the far corner as he nods.
