The girl stopped in the entryway and laughed, shaking her head. “We got ourselves a fighter. Don’t waste your time, sweetie. Bravery will not get you far in this house.”
“Who are you?” I inched toward her, keeping my hands out in front of me. “Where am I?”
She waved her hand to dismiss me. “I can’t help you. But don’t worry. This won’t last long. You’ll be with your new master soon.”
Master?
Fuck, no.
“I’m Raven.” She moved her hands to her narrow hips. “And it’s your turn to wake Johnny.”
“What?”
I cringed at the thought.
“You’re one of Johnny’s girls until the auction ends.” She clutched my wrists and urged me to lower my arms at my sides. “Better get dressed. Johnny doesn’t like cold food.”
Waves of nausea washed over me, the bile rising from my stomach choking me.
Raven entered the closet, and when she emerged, she handed me skimpy black lingerie. “Put this on.”
After I dressed, Raven guided me into the hallway lined with armed guards. A dark-haired man wearing a black suit gave me a tray of food. Raven placed her hand on my back and guided me down the corridor.
Johnny’s bedroom had a sitting area, oversized bathroom, and a four-poster bed built for a king.
“Perfect timing.” Johnny smoothed a hand through his dark, wavy hair and sat up in bed. He patted the mattress. “Get over here.”
I stepped into the room, the tray shaking from my trembling hands. The doors closed behind me, leaving me alone in the lion’s den.
Johnny rolled onto his side, a pair of tight gray boxer briefs hugging his muscular thighs. He propped his elbow on a pillow and looked at me. “Feed me.”
I put the tray on the bed and picked up the fork and knife. With some hesitation, I cut the omelet. But Johnny gripped my wrist, his long fingers warm and surprisingly soft.
He rubbed my skin, right over the vein, with his thumb. “Start with the fruit.”
I poked a slice of pineapple with the fork, and Johnny pushed out his hand to stop me. “With your fingers.”
Disgusted, I pinched a pineapple cube between my fingers and held it in front of Johnny’s mouth. He sank his teeth into the fruit, the juice dripping down my hand. Then he took my finger and sucked it into his mouth.
My eyes went wide with shock. I attempted to remove my finger, but Johnny gripped my wrist tight and held my hand in place. He licked every bit of the juice from my skin before releasing his hold on me.
“You taste good,” he growled in a deep tone that sent a shiver down my arms. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
I swallowed the lump at the back of my throat. “Your eggs are getting cold.”
He smirked. “I’d rather eat you.”
I stabbed at the omelet with the fork.
Johnny cupped his hand over mine, forcing me to look at him. “You’re a beautiful girl, Ava.” His voice was so smooth and sensual. “I still haven’t decided what to do with you.”
“Let me go,” I begged, hating how pathetic and small my voice sounded.
“I can’t do that.”
“The Luciano brothers will pay whatever you want.”
Johnny hesitated for a second before he said, “You belong to me.”
