Chapter 5

Cain

I tear through the halls of my club, ready to knock down fucking walls to find my girl. I only just found her… how could I have lost her this quickly?

One of my bodyguards, Roman, is roaming the halls, on watch duty and gives me a nod hello. His brows quickly knit in confusion as he takes in my state.

"Have you seen a girl?" I bark at him. "About 5'2, blonde. Wearing our pink bracelets?"

His frown deepens. "You mean Cole's virgin for the auction? I took her in already."

I can't explain the cold sweat that breaks out over my skin. "Was she wearing jeans?"

He nods. "Yeah, she said she was looking for Cole?—"

"Take me to her. Now."

"She's already in the auction. On the stage?—"

I don't wait for him to finish his sentence before I'm taking off toward our auction room. I swear to fucking God if she gets sold to someone else before I can reach her, I will tear them limb from limb.

I burst through the doors of the auction room, the bidding already well underway. My eyes frantically search the crowded room until they land on Bianca, standing alone and terrified on the stage. She"s dressed in a sheer white slip that leaves little to the imagination. The lecherous gazes of the men ogling her makes fury rage in my bloodstream.

A man in the front row holds up his paddle as my brother, Caden, acknowledges him with a bow of his head. "Seventy-five thousand from Mr. Mortimer. Do I have eighty-five?"

Eighty-five thousand for my Little Lamb? It's a joke. She's worth ten times as much.

Another man in the back… one of the men my guards had shown me a picture of earlier lifts his paddle high. Charles something, I think.

Bianca wraps her arms around herself, visibly shaking as the bids keep climbing. I have to put a stop to this, now.

My gaze drops to where his hand is already on his cock, stroking himself through his pants.

Oh, fuck this.

I storm through the crowd, pushing people out of my way. "Four hundred thousand," I bellow. Her eyes snap to mine, flooding with a potent mixture of shock and relief.

My brother's gaze swings to mine, seeming just as confused as the other men in the room who recognize me as a Romero brother.

Caden's mouth twitches at the corner, but that's the only indication that he finds this amusing. "Four hundred thousand from Mr. Romero. Do I hear four-twenty-fi?—"

Before anyone else can bid, I leap onto the stage and yank the gavel from his hands. "Four hundred thousand going once, twice, sold to me." I pound it once against the podium and toss it back to him, snarling as I lift Bianca into my arms.

"You came," she whimpers, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Always, Little Lamb. I'll always come for you."

A rumble of displeasure rolls through the crowd as I sweep her up, bridal style, and carry her down the steps off the stage, my fierce gaze daring anyone to challenge me.

They should know better. One word from me and they'll never come to another auction again.

Her taut little body trembles in my arms. "I-I thought m-my stepdad was going to w-win me tonight."

I freeze mid-step. "Your stepfather?"

She nods, her face still buried in my neck. "Charlie."

Charles fucking Montgomery. That mother fucker who was already touching himself while looking at my Little Lamb.

"One second," I say, lowering her gently to her feet.

My eyes find Charlie's, still leering at Bianca from the back and stroking his pencil dick through his pants.

In two long strides, I cross the room, my fist colliding with her stepfather's face. There's a satisfying crunch of bone beneath my knuckles as his nose breaks. Blood sprays as the piece of shit crashes to the ground.

Whatever objections our other patrons had on their tips of their tongues vanish and they all sit in dead silence, terrified expressions on their face.

Caden sighs from the podium and gestures to one of our guards to clean up my mess.

Yes,I think. Take out the trash.

Unfazed, I turn back to Bianca, my expression softening as I take in her shocked, paled expression. Once again, I lift her effortlessly into my arms. "Let's get you out of here, Little Lamb," I murmur.

"W-where are we going."

"My bed," I snarl, carrying her out of the auction ballroom, desperate to get her away from all these leering eyes. Everyone parts for us, gawking as we pass by.

Even though my room is only down the hall, it feels like miles as I stride purposefully through the dimly lit corridors, Bianca clinging to me tightly.

Finally, we"re at my door and with a quick swipe of my keycard, I gently lower her to my king-sized bed.

In the corner, the air conditioner kicks on, blowing cool air across our heated skin as I lay down beside her, gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, wishing I could take away her fear with every stroke of my hand.

"I was so scared," Bianca says, huddling against me, trembling uncontrollably. "I didn't think you cared. I didn't think you'd come."

"Shhhh," I hush her. "You were never supposed to be on that stage. I'm going to find out who put you there and fucking kil?—"

"It was me," she sobs. "I snuck out to find my sister and when one of the bodyguards stopped me, I told him I was here for the auction."

"Little Lamb," I growl, kissing the top of her head, ignoring my needy cock as she wiggles against my body.

With a little hiccup, she looks up at me, blinking through the moisture in her eyes. "You bought me," she whispers. "You bought my virginity."

I close my eyes, cursing myself. "Listen, you've been through a lot tonight." As badly as I want to fuck her—and bought the right to—I need to know she wants it, too. Wants me. "Nothing has to happen?—"

"No," she cuts in, shaking her head. "I—I wanted it to be you."

That stops me short. "You did?"

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip that I ache to suck on. "I was so scared it would be my stepdad who won?—"

"A dad, even a stepdad, is supposed to care for you," I snarl. "You should never be scared of him. He should provide for you, always. Love you."

"I've never had a daddy like that."

"I'm your fucking daddy now, Little Lamb," I growl, the declaration out of my mouth before I realize what I'm even saying.

Our gazes lock for a tumultuous moment as the heady moment washes over us. Bianca"s cheeks flushed a deep shade of scarlet, but she doesn"t look away.

I clench my jaw, trying to tame the desire surging through my veins.

Slowly, she rolls on top of me, straddling my waist in that indecent white slip that sneaks up her creamy thighs. She wets her lips and an exhale seeps between them. "So, what do we do first… Daddy?" Bianca asks hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper.

God, that word. It sends a shiver down my spine and makes my cock throb. "I'll show you, Little Lamb" I answer, my voice gruff with need. "First, we get rid of this," I growl, tugging at the shredded dress until it pools on the plush carpet. Her lush body spills out like a succulent treat before me, her pert breasts aching for my mouth, nipples erect and hardened by the air conditioner. Inch by inch, I tease the delicate fabric of her panties down her thighs, until she"s bare and open before me.

Her eyes widen as she leans forward and places a tentative kiss on my jaw, then another on my chin.

Gently, I cup her face in my hands, guiding her lips to mine. She trembles against me, her soft mouth seeking mine with innocent hunger. I groan, drinking her in, craving more of her sweetness.

My tongue slips past her lips, tangling with hers as I explore every nook and cranny of her warmth. Her breath catches and she moans into my mouth, ever so softly—a sound that sends fireworks shooting up my spine straight to my cock. She tastes like strawberries and champagne and everything forbidden; the mix intoxicates me further.

As our kisses grow more urgent, I can't wait anymore. I need to make her come again, all over my face.

Her scent—sweet and intoxicating—fills my nostrils, driving the wolf inside me wild with lust. "Scoot up," I command roughly, unable to resist any longer. I guide her to kneel over my face.

Gliding my hands up her thighs, I settle between her legs, lapping at her pussy as if it were nectar from the Gods themselves.

Bianca"s hips buck against my face as she moans my name over and over again, her fingers gripping the headboard. "Oh my goodness, Cain... yes. More... please."

I smack her ass, hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. "It's Daddy between these walls, Little Lamb. Got it?"

Biting down on her bottom lip, she nods. "Y-yes, Daddy."

I waste no time obliging, sliding an index finger inside her tight sheath, moaning in appreciation at her tightness.

I cannot fucking wait to feel that wet suction on my cock. Her walls clamp down around my digit as she keens above me, soaking wet and dripping down over my knuckles.

Before she can protest, I add another finger, preparing her for what"s to come. "Daddy!" she cries as her sweet cunt goes wild around my fingers, spasming with her climax.

"Good girl, Little Lamb. You come for Daddy and only Daddy. You hear me?"

"Y-yes! Oh my God, yes!"

Her orgasm washes over her like a tsunami, crashing wave after wave against my face. Her pussy milks my fingers as I continue to feast upon her soaked cunt, lapping up every last drop of her cum.

Her body trembles above me, her breathing ragged and erratic. Once her tremors subside, she collapses onto the bed next to me, drenched in sweat and spent.

I slowly straighten up, eyeing the wetness on my fingers before running them across her swollen lower lip, smearing her juices on it. "Taste yourself. Tell me how naughty my Little Lamb is."

Despite her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red, she tentatively licks the remnants of her juices from her lips, then she opens her mouth as I push one finger in. She wraps her lips around me, sucking every drop of herself off. A wicked smirk dances on her full lips as I pull my finger back, releasing from the suction of her mouth with a pop.

Her eyes fall to where my bulging erection pushes against my dress pants and she swallows. "I've … I've never seen one before," she admits, the scarlet flush back on her cheeks.

I tear my shirt overhead and tug off my belt. "Time to change that, wouldn't you agree?"

She nods, eyes wide as I unbutton and shove my pants and boxer briefs off my body, discarding them beside bed.

Her jaw slacks at the sight of my rigid cock jutting from between my thighs, thick and hard.

"Oh my," she whispers. "It's…" she trails off, unable to find the words.

I grin smugly, stroking the length of my shaft, running my thumb over the tip to collect a bead of pre-cum. Her blue-green eyes widen at the sight, her pupils dilating with lust. Slowly, I tease myself with my hand, stroking every inch of my painfully hard cock as she watches.

"Does this Little Lamb want to taste Daddy's big cock?"

With a slow blink, Bianca tentatively nods, then leans forward, her tongue darting out to swipe the droplet of precum off my tip. She moans softly and takes another long lick like one might do an ice cream cone.

Looking up at me, her gaze locks with mine as she opens her mouth wider; an invitation. And not one I can fucking refuse.

I sink into her hot wet mouth as far as I can and groan when I hit the back of her throat.

When she starts to gag, I pull back, but her hands fly to my hips, holding me there until she relaxes swallowing against my head.

"Good girl," I coo, "Good Little Lamb."

Once she's adapted, I push further inside until I bottom out inside her warmth, my fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust in and out of her mouth rhythmically. Her eyes water but she doesn't stop, taking it all while moaning around my girth.

"Fuck, you're so good. How are you so good at this?" I praise, thrusting harder and faster until I tense up. "That's right. You ready to swallow it all for Daddy?" I growl loudly.

I tear my cock from her lips, knowing if I didn't stop right this second, I would blow my load all over her face and not inside her tight channel.

Bianca licks her lips, a string of spit connecting the head of my cock to her bottom lip. I lean down, sucking every last drop off of her, dominating her mouth once more, devouring her face with hungry kisses.

The two of us gasp for breath, our hearts pounding in our chests as we stare at each other. "I want you, Little Lamb," I growl. "Are you ready to have that little cherry popped?"

She nods and spreads her legs invitingly. "Yes, Daddy. I'm ready."

I coax her legs open and up onto my shoulders. The scent of her arousal slams into me, the heady mix of arousal and womanhood intoxicating me further. Teasingly I trail a finger along her soaking wet folds, eliciting a soft mewl from my Little Lamb.

"So wet for Daddy's cock," I purr, grazing the head of my cock along her slick opening. I'm not sure who I'm torturing more… her or me.

Finally, I can't wait any more. I sink inside of her.

"Fuck, you're so tight." I groan as I inch into her, reveling in the feeling of her gripping me like a vice, encompassing me in a way no one else ever has.

"That's it, baby girl," I grunt out, "You're doing so good, taking Daddy's cock like the good Little Lamb you are." She's so fucking tight, I almost lose control. But I force myself to roll my hips, taking her slowly as she whimpers beneath me.

Her nails dig into my comforter as she tries to anchor herself, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at me," I demand.

Bianca's eyes fly open, her teal orbs swirling with need and lust and uncertainty. I stop mid-thrust, our connection unbroken as I wait for her to tell me if she needs me to stop.

Her answer is a breathy, "Please," followed by a nod.

With a rough growl, I fully sheath myself inside of her, feeling her hymen tear around my girth. "Yes," I groan.

Slowly, I start to withdraw and then slam back inside of Bianca, eliciting a moan from her full lips. And then another… and another… and another until there's no more space between us as we both rock together in a symphonious rhythm. She holds onto my biceps for support and throws her head back as she bites her bottom lip, a high keening sound escaping from her every time I bottom out inside of her.

I hitch one of her legs higher, my own orgasm building. The tension coils in my balls like a spring being pulled tight as I continued to fuck her faster, deeper, not stopping at her whimpers and moans.

She's so damn tight, I just had to have more. "That's it, Little Lamb. Let yourself go."

Bianca's only response is a ragged moan as her nails dig into my skin.

Fuck, I've never been so hard in my life.

"Scream for me, Little Lamb. Scream for Daddy to make you come." I growl as my thrusts become more frantic, more desperate to claim and mark her as mine.

"P-please, Daddy," she moans, her walls squeezing my cock tighter as I pound into her tight pussy relentlessly. "Please let me come!"

"Daddy gives his little girl what she wants when she asks nicely." I slide my free hand down her body and find the wet bundle of nerves between her legs, rubbing roughly.

Her walls clench around me as I continue moving back and forth, my hips a blur of motion, pistoning in and out of her wet center as she explodes around me.

"Cain!" she gasps. I can't bring myself to punish her for not calling me Daddy in that moment. Not when the sweet sound of my name is the only word she can find during her release. That alone sets me off. I thrust one more time before my balls tighten and electricity zips up my spine.

"Daddy's coming," I roar into the otherwise quiet room as I started to pound into her with even more force.

"Yes, Daddy! Fill me up!" she screams, her nails digging into my back.

That's all I need to hear for my balls to empty, pumping seed after seed into her womb, feeling her walls milking me dry as the walls of her pussy clench around me.

"Fuck." Panting, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her tiny frame as I try to catch my breath. "You know you're mine now, right?" I growl, looking into her eyes.

"Y-Yours…" she gasps out, her voice hoarse from screaming my name mere seconds ago.

I slowly pull out of her and lay down on the bed beside her, pulling her close and tucking her head under my chin, her chest heaving with every panting breath she takes.

As we lay there, our heavy breaths fuse together in the cool air. I marvel at what just transpired as I stroke my fingers up and down her back, soothing her to sleep while she nuzzles closer to me like she's belonged here all along.

This feels... right. More right than anything else has ever before. Bianca is mine now and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

I'll spend the rest of my days protecting her. Making sure she never sheds another tear if I have anything to do with it.

"I love you," I whisper into her ear, even though I'm pretty sure she's already fast asleep.