Chapter 2

Cain

This young, sweet thing has troublemaker written all over her. When I proposed that she take her sister's place in the auction, I figured her for the type to try to knee me in the balls and run away.

Trybeing the operative word there.

But then she surprised me by saying yes. Taking me up on my offer.

People don't surprise me very often. I don't ask questions I don't already know the answer to…

Usually.

My lips tilt into a frown. "You'll do it?" I repeat. "You'll take your sister's place in the auction?"

Unfortunately, I didn't know a lot about her sister's virginity auction. Cole had texted me when that twerp of a boyfriend of hers—Jake, or John, or Jack or some shit like that—had traded her to Cole to pay off his gambling debt to the club. But Cole had also made it clear that he had no desire to put that girl on the stage to be auctioned to strangers. Fuck only knows what his plans were with her… and frankly, it's none of my damn business.

What is my business is the sixty grand this JakeJohnJack kid owed us.

"That's right," she says, interrupting my thoughts. Then, she tilts her chin higher before swiveling the bar stool back around to set her drink back on the bar.

I lean down, drinking in her sweet scent. Like honey and vanilla. And I can't help but wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. My cock is fucking stiffer than it's ever been in my life and it's been this way since I first laid eyes on this girl in the doorway with my bouncer. As discreetly as I can, I adjust myself before bringing my face level with hers.

"You're going to auction off your virginity?" I sneer at the thought of some man's hands on her that aren't my own. "Spread those pretty little thighs and let some random stranger sink his tongue between them? Get on your hands and knees while some man you've never met plows into you from behind?"

Over my dead fucking body. The thought enters my mind before I have the good sense to stop it.

Her false bravado slips for the first time since I saw her walk in here and her bottom lip wobbles for all of a second before she pulls herself together. "I'll do what I have to do to keep my sister safe."

Noble.

And stupid.

She's a little lamb walking right into the slaughter and laying her neck down on the chopping block.

"Besides," she adds, with a bravado so false I can see right through it, "after dealing with our mom's husbands for years, there's no man I can't fend off if I need to."

Anger sears through my veins, replacing my blood with pure fire. "Who the fuck are these men, Little Lamb?" I snarl.

Her eyes go wide for a moment, but she holds her ground, not letting my sudden mood change startle her. "Just my mom's latest sugar daddy," she sneers. "They don't usually last for more than a year. Like I said, nothing I can't handle."

I have a sudden, inexplicable urge to handle it for her, but I chase it away.

That's not my fucking job.

My fucking job is to auction off her virginity… if she even is a virgin.

Reaching out, I run my fingers over the bracelet adorning her slim wrist, ignoring the tension that coils down my spine at the feel of her silky skin beneath my touch. Goosebumps lift on her arm beneath the pads of my fingers and her wet lips pop open.

I note the way her nipples pearl beneath her tank top and she shivers, her blue-green eyes lifting to mine.

A sudden need to make her shiver like that over and over again consumes me. Her tongue darts out between two soft-looking, pink lips, wetting them. I can't help but narrow my eyes at her and study her from head to toe.

My eyes land briefly on her large, perky tits, filling out a push-up bra perfectly. I slide my gaze down to her slim waist and the flare of her hips. The strap of a little thong climbs up over her hip, peeking out of the tight jeans she wears, giving me a peek of underwear that looks anything but virginal.

"You wouldn't be trying to pull the wool over my eyes, would you?" I ask.

Her little mouth pulls into a frown. "What do you mean?"

It would be the perfect ruse. Pretend to be a virgin for an auction to get your sister out of doing it on your behalf. This little vixen is way too fucking hot to be a virgin.

"Follow me," I growl, then spin toward the back rooms where my brothers and I each have our own bedroom. Well, it's more like a hotel suite. We each have a sitting area, a bedroom, a bathroom and even a small kitchenette.

I nod at my bouncer and press my key card to the door. It flashes green and unlocks. When I turn to look, she's still there behind me, following obediently.

"What's your name?" I ask, stalking down the hall to my door.

"Bianca," she says quietly as I hold open my door for her.

"Bianca," I repeat her name, rolling it around in my mouth like a sip of expensive scotch.

Trying it out.

Tasting it.

Savoring it.

"What?" she boldly asks while stepping into my room.

"The name suits you."

"Well good," she sneers sarcastically. "Glad you approve."

That mouth. That fucking bratty mouth. I wanted to fill it with my cock. Have Daddy teach her a lesson.

But first, a test. "Okay." I slide my jacket off my shoulders and toss it onto the leather couch. "Strip."

She pales, her body going stiff. "Excuse me?"

"Strip," I say again simply. "If I'm going to auction your virginity, I need to assess the goods for myself first."

She seems to consider this for a long moment. And just when I think she's going to turn around and make a run for it, she huffs out a sigh.

"Fine," she snaps back, her hands trembling as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Carefully, tentatively, she brings it up over her head, leaving her in a black lace push up bra that has my mouth watering.

The silver piercing in her belly button glints in the dim light of my room, drawing my eyes to her flat stomach and the soft curve of her lower abdomen.

She looks away, cheeks flushed, suddenly extremely self-conscious under my stare.

"Now the jeans," I order, delighting in the flush that crawls over her body at my command.

Her eyes flash with sexy defiance, but she doesn't fight me as she pops the button on her jeans and shimmies them down her tanned, muscular thighs, leaving her in nothing but the bra and matching skimpy black thong.

"Happy?" she asks with a huff.

"Not even close."

Stepping closer to her, I reach out to run my finger down the thin strip of fabric between her legs. She jumps at my touch and I can smell her fear, mixed with something else – desire? Whatever it is, it"s intoxicating.

She gives a little mewl and her hands land on my shoulders to brace herself as her pelvis thrusts, curving against my touch.

"You"re not a virgin," I growl out. "Your pussy"s aching for cock."

She tries to step back but bumps into the wall behind her, so I push harder against it, trapping her there while slowly pushing the panties to the side and sliding my finger into the dampness between her legs.

She moans as I gather her slickness on my fingertip, teasing her firm button of need that's pulsing beneath my touch.

My balls grow heavier and my cock fills, growing harder and pressing painfully against my zipper. With every cell of my body, I ache to know what she tastes like.

"You"re mine now," I say roughly, looking down at her through hooded eyes.

Then, I push one single blunt finger all the way inside.

Her walls clench around my finger and she gasps softly, looking shocked, yet unable to pull away from me.

I'm wrong, I realize.

This tight pussy has never had anything larger than a finger inside of it. That's clear by how tight she is.

She was honest with me before. Most definitely a virgin, her ripe cherry ready for the taking.

She feels so good it"s almost maddening; I want more. So much fucking more of this rich piece of fruit. I want her dripping down my chin.

I can still sell her virginity if I sample her, just a little for myself, right?

To test the goods for my high end buyers.

When I pull my finger free, she looks even more flushed than before. I sink to my knees, pulling her thong all the way down to reveal her sweet, pink pussy to me.

Just one taste, I think.

Bianca gasps as I press a thumb to either side of her lips and spread her wide.

Her pussy is a beautiful, pink-lipped flower still damp from where I had teased her moments ago. My eyes travel up to meet hers, and they"re full of fear and curiosity mixed with desire as I lean forward to taste her.

I flatten my tongue against her opening and slowly lick up her slit. The first taste of her sends shivers down my spine. She tastes like sugar, honey, and the sweetness that hints at her innocence but also spells out danger for any man who tries to possess her.

"Oh my God," she whimpers, her hands diving into my hair as she sways, losing her balance.

"You're praying to the wrong man," I grumble, then wrap my lips around her clit, suckling her until she's crying and squirming above me. My tongue laps at her while I dive a finger inside of her wet heat once more, exploring as deep as I can.

She trembles under my touch.

I groan against her folds, pushing my tongue firmer against her as I slip a second finger into her tight passage. Her walls begin to clench around my fingers, pulling me deeper inside. It"s intoxicating how responsive she is, how wet she already is just from this small amount of attention I've given her.

My name falls from her lips in a whisper as I continue to taste and explore every inch of her, mapping out the walls of her womb while one hand grips her waist to keep her from thrashing about.

"Cain," she moans again, arching into my touch. "W-what's happening?" Her voice has an edge of desperation that sends another shiver through me.

"Little Lamb," I chuckle against her slick folds. "Ecstasy. That's what's happening to you."

Her reply is lost in a whimpered gasp as I continue licking her clit in firm circles. This earns me a muffled cry, her nails digging into my hair as her back arches off the wall.

A spray of pink forms on her cheeks and embarrassed, she bites her lower lip, then releases it with a moan that sends a shiver down my spine.

Her walls contract around my fingers again, tightening around them as she nears the edge of her climax. I can feel it building inside of her, like a storm brewing just beneath the surface of her skin. Her breathing becomes shallow and ragged as she grinds against my tongue, seeking more friction against her sensitive bud.

"That"s it," I growl against her. "Give it all to me, Little Lamb."

Her body shudders violently around my fingers, her wetness coating my knuckles, dripping down my hand as she pulses and reaches climax. With a soft scream, her legs tremble violently around my head as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her body.

I remove my fingers and sink my tongue inside of her just in time to feel the final clench of desire and her juices spill into my mouth.

Fuck me.

I'm a goner.

With one last drag of my tongue over her clit, I stand up and adjust my clothes.

Her breathing is labored but satisfied as she looks up at me with glazed over eyes. "Th-that," she manages to pant out between gasps, "That was... normal?"

I step back, smoothing the cuffs of my shirt, trying to compose myself.

"Nothing about you is normal, Bianca," I whisper. "You are extraordinary." I take her chin between my fingers, tilting her mouth toward mine.

She's utter perfection. An angel on earth.

And I've fucked up. Big time.

I stare at this sweet creature in front of me, still clad only in her bra. I haven't even kissed her, yet I drank her orgasm like a water-starved man being offered an oasis.

I'm a fucking monster.

"So… y-you believe me? That I'm a virgin?"

"I'm shocked that no one has claimed you, yet. But yes, I believe you."

Relief relaxes her features and her eyes drift shut. "Will it, um, be that good every time? With whomever bids on me?"

A slow smile curves on my mouth. "I guaran-fucking-tee it."

Because she may not know it yet…

But that bidder is me.

This sweet Little Lamb is mine.