Page 12 of Stolen Dove
“But…” I stammer, unsure of what to say. I’m not sure what I expected, but something about him gives me hope that this won’t be a bad experience. So far, he’s stiff and seems angry at me like I’m the one forcing him, while I’m being dragged along.
He stops in front of a door where another man in a suit stands. Shit—he’s not going to invite that man to have me too? “Make sure no one tries to get in here. I want privacy.” He opens it and leads me inside.
“But…”
“But what? You want that money given to your handler, right?” he asks, slamming the door closed and leaning on it as if I’m going to escape.
“I do, but…”
He locks the door and then walks over to the bar, pouring a glass of a dark liquid and then taking it over to a large chair in the corner of the room. “Speaking of butts—strip.” A low grunt escapes his throat as he rakes his eyes over my body. His stern voice demands I comply while my own need screams for me to submit. Who is this woman, and what happened to the prude I used to be?
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him as I grab the strap of my dress.
He scoffs. “I sure as fucking hope not or there’s going to be a lot of dead bodies around.” Of course he’d be pissed since he spent a fortune on my virginity. “What’s your name?”
“Dove Falcone. And you?” I’m sure he’s not going to tell me so as not to create a familiarity between us, and yet I need to know, although I can’t explain why it’s important.
“Victor Serrano. From this moment on, you’re going to do everything I say.” A shiver runs through me in the most delightful way, even though I know it’s wrong—so wrong.
3
Victor
I take the steps up the wide staircase at a light jog when the insane urge returns and becomes unbearable. Something in me begs me to investigate the electricity that jolts toward me when I see her, but still I ignore it. There’s nothing here for me, and most certainly not something I’d pay to have. I didn’t come here to buy a young lady’s virginity, I remind myself. I think it’s fucking disgusting, but I came to make a deal with one of the Italian mobsters in America. A criminal who’s willing to sell her to the most eager old dick.
Shaking my head, the thought of someone else touching her only adds to my fury at this entire situation.
I scan the crowd, looking for her as a group of young ladies stare in my direction, inching closer. I can tell what they’re thinking; unfortunately, they’re going to be sorely disappointed. I’m the youngest man in the room and considered the most handsome by far, but I’m not interested.
Finally, my eyes land on my little beauty in a cheap black dress again; I’m floored by the desire she stirs in me. Suddenly, an idea strikes that I can use to justify my actions—she’ll be the one to give me heirs.
I watch and grow more and more furious at the scene before me. The way her fucking pimp has his hand on her chin and then forces her to drink pisses me off. I’m already halfway there when a stupid fucker dares to put his hands on her. He touches what belongs to me. I could kill him, and that makes me angrier. Where has this possessive rage come from? Why her? She’s beautiful and sexy, but she’s probably ten years younger than me. She’d be better off with Hector. I growl at that idea, immediately dismissing it as I irrationally get pissed at my brother.
Enraged, I rip her from their grasps and signaled to Fernando, who’s standing guard at the edge of the steps, to come. “Pay them what you must.” He looks at me with curiosity but quickly stifles any questions he has.
“Yes, sir.” He nods and leaves to make the deal. One of Avanti’s men approaches. “Sir, you must know there are other bidders for her. If you do not seal the deal tonight, so to speak, she may be bought out from under you.”
I grab him by the collar and snarl. “She’s mine.” He nods and backs off. I’m not in my home country, or I’d just put a bullet in his head and move along.
I rush her back to my suite. I had no intentions of fucking anyone, but now that she’s got me fucking for money, and learning that if I don’t take what I paid for that someone will snatch her away, changes my intentions. I’m going to make sure I get my fill of her before I leave.
She looks so nervous, but that’s not my problem. She shouldn’t have looked at me with those “fuck me” eyes, and she sure as fuck did. I didn’t miss the way she unconsciously licked her lips when she first spotted me. The thought of someone else buying her sets my teeth on edge so intensely that it forced my hand.
She wants to talk, but I can’t stop the need to mark my motherfucking territory. The second that bastard offered for her, I was filled with blood-red fury. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure of it. “I said strip.” I’m forceful with her because she’s willing to sell her pussy for money. If we’d met anywhere else, I might have taken this slower, but those sons of bitches downstairs aren’t going to swoop in and take her from me.
She grips the zipper on her side and pulls, biting on her bottom lip as she struggles with the damn thing. Either she was a professional liar, or she has truly never done something like this. It better be the latter or I’ll destroy all those who came before me. She may be a virgin, but she could have done everything else. I have to tamp down that insanely jealous attitude. Walking up to her, I grab the front of it and tear it straight down the center. She gasps, and her perfectly perky tits bounce free. Her light pink nipples on display tighten and harden with the feel of my stare. My sweet little virgin is turned on, which is really fucking good.
She’s so damn sexy that my cock jerks in my slacks, but despite the delicious sight before me, the fact that she doesn’t have a bra on hasn’t gone unnoticed. “If you ever walk out without a bra on again, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Do you hear me?” A fierce sense of possessiveness colors my voice. Her eyes flash with desire but then calm instantly, as if she’s fighting the attraction.
“Um…I’m not yours for more than the night.”
I try hard not to laugh. I didn’t know the exact rules for this exchange ring, but I know that one night with her will never be enough. I don’t care what anyone says. “Who the fuck told you that bullshit?” I growl. Even the notion that she could leave sends a wave of emotions through me that I can’t process.
“My father,” she whispers, blushing a pretty pink that goes down to her throat.
As sexy as she is, my need gets a cold chill when she mentions who her fucking handler is. I break out in a chuckle because I’ve never been so damn disgusted than I am right now. Her sick father sold her off to the highest bidder. Me. I’m the sick fuck who bought her.
“Well, I own you. Do you think I’d pay that much for virgin pussy? Pussy’s pussy.” I know that’s not true because looking at her, I see more than just a way to get my rocks off; I have plans for her that include so much more than a one-night stand.