Like we were dating.
The overhead lights dimmed, and then someone tapped a microphone. A man announced the auction would start in five minutes. People scrambled across the room. Half of the people in the dining area were naked or missing some clothing. We were the only people still dressed.
“I thought Marcello and Luca were coming.”
Bastian turned his head to the side, a sly grin on his lips. “They’re parking now. Should be here any second.”
“So what kind of auction is this?”
“Are you afraid I listed your virgin pussy for sale, Cherry?”
A shiver rolled down my arms. “No. But I’m wondering why you brought me here. This isn’t a place you take a woman on a date.”
“I already told you. We came here to eat and watch the auction.”
“Since when is your family in the business of buying women at auctions?”
“We’re not. My dad has a hard rule about anything that involves women and children. He’s completely against human trafficking. But this is different. These women come here because they need money. The Founders Club has clients who will pay millions of dollars to fuck a virgin.”
“Lucky you,” I remarked. “The four of you are getting me for free.”
“Not quite, Cherry.” He clicked his tongue. “Nothing in this world is free.”
Before I could get in another word, Marcello slid into the booth beside me. Luca sat on Bastian’s right with an evil look aimed at me. I hadn’t seen the bastard since the day I overheard their conversation with Arlo. His brothers claimed he was working, that he wasn’t avoiding me. But it sure as hell felt like it.
Marcello stole me from Bastian’s grip, moving me across the bench, so he could lift my left thigh over his. “Miss me, princess?”
I looked up at my handsome prince and smiled. “Yes.”
He dipped his head down to kiss me, claiming my mouth with violent possession. His kisses were hungry and angry, like he wanted to tear me apart. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs, my pussy so wet from his sinful touch that I almost couldn’t control myself. I wanted to climb onto his lap and mount him. Show him exactly how much I had missed him.
Marcello and Bastian were the lesser of two evils… and they were slowly becoming my obsession.
“That’s enough.” Luca cleared his throat. “Get your shit together, Marcello. You’re not a teenage boy.”
As our lips parted, I instantly missed the feel of his soft lips on mine. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire, hyperaware of the gorgeous men surrounding me… and how they all made me feel out of control.
“Fuck off,” Marcello said to Luca. “I can kiss our girl whenever the fuck I want.”
Not like Luca wanted to kiss me. The few times he did, it almost seemed painful for him. Like in the beginning ofTwilight, when Edward couldn’t kiss Bella without looking like he was going to be sick. Maybe Luca was a vampire. He sure as hell was cold and heartless, a royal bastard who enjoyed making my life miserable.
“Where have you been?” I asked Luca.
He glared at me as if I was insignificant, like nothing I said mattered to him. “Working.”
“All week?”
“Yes, Drea. All fucking week. I don’t answer to you.”
“I hate you,” I said under my breath.
“Good,” Luca shot back.
Needing his warmth, I leaned into Marcello, who snaked his arm around my middle. “If I have to choose between you and Luca, it’s you.”
“Don’t act like a spoiled brat,” Luca hissed.
“You could at least act like you give a shit about me.” I glanced over at him, teeth clenched. “It wouldn’t kill you to treat me with an ounce of respect.”