Chapter 3

Cain

I caress my hand across her jaw, drawing my mouth near hers as she blinks those wide, innocent doe eyes at me.

Yes, I've tasted her pussy, but I desperately want her mouth.

The scent of vanilla and honey fills my nostrils as I breathe her in. The sweet and innocent aroma that only adds how badly I crave her.

I take her lips in a brutal, body shuddering kiss, swallowing her gasp of surprise. Her lips are velvet soft against mine, and I can feel the heat and desperation as she responds quickly, opening to me like an offering. As my tongue sweeps into her mouth, I taste a hint of strawberries along with the honey and vanilla.

Fuck me. She literally tastes like sugar.

A knock sounds at the door, loud and insistent, interrupting our moment.

"Go away," I snarl.

After a moment, the knock comes again, this time louder.

"Fuck!" I roar and stalk toward the door, yanking it open. One of my bouncers stands there, wincing in regret at me.

"Sorry boss," he says gruffly. "You're needed out front."

"Can't one of my brothers handle it?"

He shakes his head, his eyes traveling over my shoulder to where Bianca is trying to cover herself with her hands.

A snarl leaves my lips. "Don't fucking look at her," I snap and the bouncer's eyes quickly lift to mine.

"Sorry, Sir. Your brothers are all in meetings or… making preparations."

Preparations. Fucking great.

I sigh and reluctantly yank my jacket off the chair and shrug it back on my shoulders as I meet Bianca's gaze. "I'll be back in a bit. Make yourself comfortable."

"Make myself comfortable," she repeats snarkily. "Before my virginity is auctioned?"

I enjoy her spunk. But I also enjoy the push and pull. The fight.

I'm ready for a lifetime of sparring with this Little Lamb.

"Yes," I respond, enjoying the way her eyes narrow even more defiantly. "Exactly. So enjoy the time you have left pure as the fallen snow, Little Lamb. Because soon, you'll be deflowered and I'll be six figures richer."

I slam the door behind me and follow the bouncer out, frustration gnawing at me as he leads me upstairs to our meeting room. "What's this about?"

"Two new auction patrons tonight," he says, handing me some headshots and bios that we draw up for anyone who wants to participate in the auctions we hold, mostly for men, but we do get the occasional woman or couples.

I glance at their headshots and bios. The first guy is in his 60s. A hedge fund manager. Preston Dane the third.

With deep fucking pockets like that? He's a shoo-in. The second, Charles Montgomery is in his late forties. And while he doesn't currently have a job, there are screenshots of his bank account.

Some large settlement from his past has given him quite the nest egg.

Personally, I don't care how our patrons get their money. So long as they have it to spend when they enter our doors.

"You conducted background checks on both? No priors?"

"That's correct, Sir. Both candidates are clean as a whistle."

With a nod, I thrust the paperwork back at the bouncer. As long as the women willingly entering the auction are safe, that's all I care about.

Well, that and making a boatload of money of course. "Then, yes, they're approved."

"Great. So that brings the total women for tonight to nine with the virgin addition," the bouncer says.

My spine stiffens. "My brother's virgin, right? The one in my room is off-limits."

He pauses, eyeing me carefully before giving me a sharp nod. "Understood," he says, then he lifts his radio, speaking into it as he heads off in the opposite direction.

I turn to head back to my room when Marlon, our second in command rushes toward me. "Cain, we have a problem in the basement with the liquor delivery. Need an owner to sign off on it."

"Fucking hell," I groan. "Let's hurry the fuck up, then."

The longer this takes, the less time I have to spend with my Little Lamb.

The anticipation builds in my chest as I quickly sort out the liquor delivery. I can"t wait to see Bianca, wet and ready and waiting for my cock…

She better not have put her clothes back on, I think as I stalk down the hall heading back to my room. The idea of her naked in my bed has me so fucking hard already.

I open the door to my suite and call out her name.

Silence.

"Bianca!" I roar again and run into the bedroom, hoping to God she's there, sprawled and naked like an offering to me.

But the bedroom is empty. So is the bathroom.

She's gone.

Fucking gone.

The weight of her absence settles heavily on me, suffocating any hope that lingers in my heart. As the reality of her departure sinks in, a bitter taste fills my mouth, mingling with regret and longing.

She couldn't have gotten far.

This isn't over.

It's not fucking over.

It will never be over until she's safely back in my bed and arms once again.