“I will if you behave.” I sneer. “If you marry me, let me fuck a few kids into you, then you’re home free. You can even have your Englishman on the side.”
The last thing I need is for this bitch to go all Juliet and run off to England to be with her boyfriend, so I have to make contingency plans. Everything and I mean everything, rests on this union. I pull out my phone and scroll through my gallery, finding a picture, then showing it to her.
She gasps. “You are vile. A monster.” But her voice breaks.
“I never claimed not to be. So, we have an understanding then?” I place my paper down, finish my coffee, and leave my wife-to-be, to eat, or rather drink her breakfast. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes brim with tears. She’ll sob her heart out when I’m out of sight.
* * *
The small roomwe’re sitting in is dimly lit by downlights overhead. There are ten of these glass boxes, all circling a much larger one illuminated in red lights. Men of all ages occupy the boxes. They come from all parts of the world, yet they all and have one thing in common, they’re vile creatures in search of playthings. They have sufficient money to literally purchase the merchandise Ravi, and I sell to them. Terms that need to be in place to ensure that nothing connects back to us.
The woman standing in the middle of the circle is pretty by anyone’s standard. Large hazel eyes that complement a delicate face. Long blonde hair that reaches below her shoulder blades. I believe she was a waitress from somewhere. Whatever, I don’t bother myself with those details. We’re here to do a job, match them with their new masters. The less we know, the better.
She’s naked, firm breasts, a slim waist, and thick thighs. Her hands are bound above her to a pole. She’s slightly disorientated, thanks to the drugs she’s been given. All of these women are here of their own will, but even I’d drug myself if I had to be sold to one of these fuckers. And I use the word ‘will’ loosely. There may have been some persuasion involved, their lives may have been tampered with to get them desperate enough to sell their souls. But that is beside the point. Each one is carefully selected, generously paid, and at the end of a night, we’ll sell at least ten of them to the highest bidders. The men take good care of them, or so I’ve been told. But we are just the middlemen, and again that means the less we know, the better. All I know for sure is that when they’re in our custody, they’re well taken care of.
“This one’s going to get us at least a million,” Ravi says beside me. “Number seven is pretty keen on her.”
As he says that, a man opens his door, heading into the room where the girl stands. This is part of the process, an inspection, nothing too invasive and nothing that will taint the girl for others. The man is at least fifty where the woman has just turned twenty. He’s greasy, in a ridiculously expensive suit. Anonymity is guaranteed, so he wears a mask with a skeleton on it. None of these men know who the other is, only Ravi and I do. He circles the woman like a hunter would his prey. His grimy hands running down the length of her body, over the curve of her breast and down her flat stomach, settling between her legs. He seems pleased and offers a nod before returning to his booth. Ravi’s tablet alerts him to a bid. He grins, showing me the numbers. I smirk.
That is the last sale of the day. Ten men have left here with their own personal slaves, and Ravi and I now have a small fortune.
“I’m dining with the in-laws tonight,” I tell him as we leave the building. “I need a wingman.”
“You know Tekin hates me.” Ravi cocks a brow. “Which is why I didn’t go to the party with you, remember?”
“All the more reason for you to be there. I’m not letting you bail. He’s going to have to get used to having you around. It’s at seven. Don’t be late.”
“Sure thing.” He winks as he slips on his shades, and climbs into his Porsche Carrera.
10
Kennedy
I wanderthe halls of this palace that Amy calls home while she’s still getting ready. I feel underdressed in the only cocktail dress I own, but I refuse to wear anything else she buys for me. It’s a knee-length dress that has intentional paint splatters on it. It’s a weird dress, but it suits me. I walk out onto one of the many balconies on this floor. I don’t think I will ever forget this view. As incredible as this view is, it makes me miss my mother even more. I’d love for her to be here, sharing in this with Amy. My heart aches a little that my friend’s mom isn’t. I miss James too. His corny jokes and kind eyes. The people here aren’t like them. I feel like I have stepped onto the set of a movie, and I’m a shitty actress trying to fit in.
I sense him before hands rest on the railing on either side of me, caging me in. I suck in a breath because it scares me how much I’ve been thinking about him and how he affects my sense of reasoning.
“You look exquisite.” he whispers as he presses close to me. My senses are heightened by the close proximity and the woodsy scent of his cologne. I can’t seem to form words as Sai runs his nose over my earlobe, and I swear he awakens things in me that have no business reacting.
“Sai, you belong to Amelia,” I whisper, terrified by how that thought disappoints me.
“But I don’t, do I? Not yet, at least. Would you like me to leave, Güzel?” His hand slips under my dress and caress my legs. I clench my legs together as he inches farther and farther up.
“Don’t. I – I can’t.” His erection presses into my ass, and I feel like I’ll collapse if he doesn’t stop torturing me. “Touch me.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice.” He groans.
I let out a breath when he slips a finger beneath the side of my panties and begins running his finger over my slit. I gasp when his finger enters me, rubbing the wetness there.
“You’re already wet for me.” he whispers as he circles my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. My nipples ache, and as if he knows it, he pulls down the bodice of my dress, exposing me as he kneads my breast with his other hand, twisting and teasing a nipple.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“You.” my voice shakes. “Inside me, here.”
“You’ll have to wait until after dinner for that part. But for now,” He kisses my neck, and the ache between my legs grows in intensity as he pinches my clit so hard I throw my head back against his chest, crying out an orgasm. “Shh.” he coaxes, but that only makes me come again, my clit pulsing against his palms.
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