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  “Please…” I whimper, unsure of what I am asking for. I feel his fingers spread my lips, and I gasp at the sensation. Another finger glides over my engorged clit and a shudder of pleasure moves through me.

  “Have you ever played with yourself?” Every slip of his finger over my clit makes it harder to think, harder to breathe.

  “Yes…” I admit.

  “Did you ever come?” he asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. I remember the few times I made myself come with my clumsy fingers. I felt not even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.

  “Yes,” I confess again

  The movements of his finger halt, and I damn near scream in frustration.

  “Please, don’t stop…” I sound desperate and maybe I am. I want his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body on mine. I want to feel wanted and cared for. He leans his head down and nibbles on my shoulder. I let my head fall to the side to give him better access to my neck, and he takes full advantage of it, kissing, licking, and sucking on the sensitive flesh. My moans echo throughout the small shower stall and right back into my ears.

  “Touch yourself, Kitten. Tease your clit like you would if you were alone. Pinch it and rub it, and I’ll finger you.”

  I follow his command, wanting only the pleasure I know he can give me. My hand shakes nervously as I move it toward my pussy. I lick my lips, and my eyes flutter closed as I touch myself there just as he was. It doesn’t feel the same... but then I feel him moving his fingers back toward my entrance. I spread my legs wider, giving myself to him completely.

  “Mmm, I love that you’re so eager for my touch, Kitten.”

  He circles my entrance with one thick finger, teasing it, massaging it, and then he dips in, just the fingertip. The feeling isn’t completely foreign. In fact, it’s enough to make me pant. He pulls out the tip of his finger and dips back inside, a little bit more than before. I don’t think he is all the way in yet, but a delicious fullness fills my belly when he moves his finger around inside me.

  “I’m not going to go real deep, just in case. But I’m going to keep my finger inside you until you come on my hand.” His low raspy voice is right next to my ear, and I feel like his voice has a direct line to my pussy. Pleasure starts to build deep in my belly, the pressure of his finger inside me radiates pleasure outward.

  “You stop touching yourself and I’ll take my finger out,” he warns.

  I want to tell him I couldn’t if I tried but the only thing leaving my mouth right now are moans and pants.

  I rub my clit faster, pinching it between two fingers, while he moves his thick digit in and out of me. His movements are gentle and precise, and a coil of pleasure starts to unravel inside of me at the rhythm. I can feel him splayed out over my backside, his firm penis pressing against my leg. He’s panting with need as much as I am, and all the sensations coupled together build deeper and deeper, pulling the typhoon of pleasure right out of me.

  “Ivan… I’m going to…” I can’t get anything else out because the pleasure flooding my veins takes my breath away. Every muscle in my body tightens, a euphoric fog clings to me and I end up on my tiptoes as the sensations overtake my body. Waves of pleasure float over me, and I cling to the tile. I can barely hold myself up. Only then does Ivan slip his finger out of me. My eyes feel heavy, and I let him sling both of his arms around me, carrying most of my weight. He gave me something I’ve never felt before, and I’ll never forget that.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, leaning against his chest. I close my eyes, enjoying the aftermath of the endorphin rush, and though he doesn’t say anything, I know he feels the same things I’m feeling. An invisible teether, pulling us together, bringing us closer and closer together.

  8

  Ivan

  Her tiny body leans against mine, and I know if I wasn’t holding her up right now, her knees would buckle. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still trying to get her breathing under control. Then I realize… I am, too. Fuck, that was hot. Her pussy was so tight around my finger, clenching and squeezing the fucking life out of me. I want nothing more than to plunge my dick deep inside her, to feel her pussy squeeze my dick like she did with my finger moments ago.

  My balls ache, and my cock is so hard I don’t know if it will ever go down again. I groan, knowing that I can’t have her. Not this way, not any way. She isn’t mine to keep, mine to have.

  I reach for the shampoo and squeeze some into her hair. With my free hand, I start washing her, massaging her scalp while moving the suds through her long hair. I wish more than ever that we were in another world where I could have her, make her mine.

  “What’s the checking thing you were talking about?”

  I question for a moment if I should tell her or not. Would it be worse to know? If she knows and fights them, she could get hurt, but if she knows and is prepared, maybe it’ll be easier for her.

  Then again, she might be just as scared. I don’t internally argue with myself until after I’ve rinsed out her hair. By that time, she’s regained some strength and can stand on her own again. She turns to look at me, her big blue eyes pleading with me.

  Fuck, I know then I’m going to tell her, even if I don’t want to. She’s got this pull on me, something about her makes me want to do the right thing. I hand her a washcloth after squirting some soap on it. She takes it and starts washing herself, while I start on myself.

  “We have a doctor come and check out each of you to make sure you aren’t sick and don’t have any diseases that can be given to the buyer.” I pause briefly, not wanting to say the rest. “They also check to make sure each of you are still virgins. We only sell virgins because they bring in the highest paying dollar and usually these things are checked when they bring you in, but this time around, the doctor wanted to wait.”

  Violet gives me a shocked expression. “So, they will just take me somewhere and force me to lay there while they inspect me?”

  I gulp, “Yes. One of the guards will come and get you and take you down to the doctor’s office. There you will strip and get into the chair.”

  “What happens if I don’t want to do it?” she whispers. I think she already knows the answer, but I answer her anyway, just to prove how horribly dangerous this could be for her.

  “If you don’t do as they tell you, they’ll hurt you. It will happen one way or another, Violet. And if you keep fighting them, they’ll give you a sedative. If they do that then…”

  “Then I can’t protect myself,” she finishes for me. The idea of one of the other men touching her makes me furious, makes me want to break bones, rip flesh, kill and destroy. Every instinct inside me tells me to claim her, but I can’t, and it’s fucking killing me. When all of this is over, I’ll have to let her go. When it comes time for the auction, everything I did here won’t matter, and I hate that.

  Violet rinses all the suds off her body, and then I do the same. Once we’re both clean, we step out and I dry her off, wrapping her hair up just like I did the other day.

  She smiles up at me, but there is a sadness in those big blues. “I’m sorry about what happened the other night. About slapping you and yelling at you.”

  She has no reason to be sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed her, shook her, I shouldn’t have hurt her over the memory of my sister.

  “You have nothing to be sorry for.” I wrap a towel around my middle, shielding my still rock-hard cock.

  “I do though. I don’t know who Mira is, and I shouldn’t have assumed something.” Her name being said out loud, especially from Violet’s mouth, pisses me off. But I’m not angry at Violet. No, this anger is all mine.

  “It’s really okay. I shouldn’t have lashed out over a nightmare.”

  Violet doesn’t look like she believes me, and that’s fine. I don’t want to talk about my dead sister anymore, or how she came to be dead in the first place. Instead, I walk over to my dresser and pull out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, tossing them to her. She pulls the boxers up and then pulls my t-shirt on over her head.

  It swallows her slim body whole, and for the first time, I look at her, really look at her. She looks good in my clothes, and the comparison of my body to hers is yet another reminder of why I need to protect her. She’s so small and delicate. I drop the towel wrapped around my middle without thought and pull on a pair of clean boxers.

  “What’s going to happen to me, Ivan? I’ve been here awhile. I don’t know how long exactly, but I do know that this auction you keep talking about has to be coming up soon?”

  She asks me questions she knows I shouldn’t answer but ones I can’t deny answering.

  “I shouldn’t really tell you,” I mumble, heading toward the bed. I’m exhausted, and after forcing myself to be away from her for two days, I miss her being here in my bed beside me.

  “Please don’t keep this from me. I need to know how much time I have left.” She states matter-of-factly, talking like she is waiting for her death sentence… and maybe she is.

  My chest hurts thinking about it, thinking about handing her over to some rich fuck so that he can violate her. I’m sending her to be broken in the worst ways.

  “Ten days… you have ten days.”

  She shakes her head slowly as if she has to digest the information.

  “Can I ask you something else?” She sounds unsure, and she looks up at me, almost embarrassed.

  I nod.

  “Why can’t you keep me? Can’t you just ask your boss if you can have me, or you buy me yourself? I could work off the money.”

  I walk up to her and kneel right in front of where she is sitting on the bed. I take both of her hands in mine and look at her. “Trust me, if I thought there was even a sliver of a chance that he would let me have you, I would do it in a heartbeat. But it just doesn’t work like that. Rossi has a zero policy on weakness. If he were to find out that you mean anything to me, he would kill you with a smile on his face.”

  A small gasp escaped her lips. I know all of this probably scares her but everything I’m telling her is the truth. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I'd rather her know than have her assume I don't want her at all.

  “So, you would keep me if you could?”

  I feel us moving closer and closer into uncharted waters. I've never wanted anything like I want Violet, but confessing it makes me feel weak. And claiming her is only going to prove that further.

  “I would help you… but I wouldn't keep you even if I could.” Regret fills my body as soon as the words leave my lips, and I see the pain of rejection in her eyes. I get up and turn away from her, unable to look at her despair any longer. Telling her how I feel about her… how I would keep her forever if I could would only make things worse. It would make this already complicated situation much more complicated.

  “You can stay here at night, but you have to go back to your cell during the day.” I hate it but this is the only thing I have left to offer her.

  “Every night?” she asks, perking up a bit. I sit down next to her on the bed and we angle our bodies so we’re looking at each other.

  “If you want, yes.” She nods furiously at my offer, her eyes lighting up.

  “I can come and get you after they bring you food at night, but I have to take you back before anyone notices in the morning.”

  “Okay,” she whispers and forces a smile. I don’t know why I just now realize it, but she might be the bravest person I’ve ever known.

  I have no doubt that she is scared shitless, and she has every right to be. I wouldn't hold it against her if she was screaming, kicking, and crying every time I left her in that cell, but she tries her very best to put on a brave face.

  “Come on, let’s get some sleep.” I nudge her to scoot up and lie down but she stops me with a hand to the shoulder.

  “What about you?” She looks down at the tent between my legs.

  “Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to do anything,” I try to assure her. I don’t want to take anything else from her. She’ll endure enough in the weeks to come.

  “But… I want to. I can do it like I did it the other day.”

  I nearly lose it right then and there. I want her so fucking bad, it hurts. It literally makes my body ache.

  “Did you not like it… last time in the shower?” There’s a frown on her lips, and I want to kiss it away. I want to scream from the rooftops how much I fucking loved her tiny hand on my cock, stroking the life out of me.

  “Of course, I did.” I shake my head, and her brow furrows in confusion. I know I need to better explain myself simply from the look on her face, “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do something for me, like you’re repaying me or something. You don’t owe me anything. I would do this stuff for you even if you didn’t give me a hand job or let me touch you.”

  “I really want to do it.” Her voice is low but determined and then, as if she think she’s strong, she takes her tiny hand and places it on my shoulder, pushing against me in a feeble attempt to get me to lie down. Her small attempt at making me do what she wants me to do has me chuckling.

  “Please? I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” She peers up at me, her eyes wide, looking for acceptance. I lick my lips, knowing I’m going to tell her yes. It’s a losing fucking battle when it comes to telling her no.

  “Fine.” I grit my teeth, scooting back up the mattress before lying down, with my hands behind my head. I feel her eyes move over me as she kneels beside me on the bed. She dips her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down over my thighs. Once the fabric passes my cock, it springs free. Violet seems much surer of herself this time, and I want to tell her how sexy it is, how fucking happy I am that her perfect hands want to touch such a bad, fucked-up person like me.

  Without any hesitation, she wraps her fingers around my swollen dick. A hiss escapes my lips, from the contact of her hand on my skin. She starts stroking me right away, up and down, up and down. I groan out in pleasure and she smiles at me, adding a little pressure. She’s working me over so well that I have to force my hands to stay behind my head. I want to fucking touch her everywhere.

  Using her other hand, she stacks it on top of the other to cover more of my length.

  I look at her through hooded eyes and watch her stroke me. Her cheeks and neck are flushed, and her eyes are filled with lust. She wasn’t lying. There’s no fucking doubt about it. She wants this, she wants me, and that excites me. It makes me want things I have no business wanting.

  It makes me want her even more.

  “Faster, Kitten,” I order, and she does. Her hands start moving faster, while she squeezes me more roughly than she had been before, and I’ll bet if I slipped a hand down between her thighs, I’d find her soaked with need, ready for every inch of my cock.

  Thinking about her tightness and how fucking good it would feel to be inside of her is what drives me over the edge. I knew I wouldn't last long but fuck, I feel like a teenager again. She only stroked me for a few minutes and the tingling in my spine turns into an explosion of pleasure raging throughout my body. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back against the headboard. She keeps stroking me through my orgasm, and I feel my warm thick cum shoot out and onto my stomach.

  “Fuck…” I huff, my chest rising and falling like I just sprinted the fucking mile.

  When I open my eyes again, she is still kneeling beside me with her hands in her lap and an actual smile on her face. Not a forced or fake one. No, this is a genuine smile, and I don’t fucking get it. How can she be so happy about doing something as mundane as beating me off?

  I get up from the bed and clean myself off, pulling my boxers up in the process. When I come back to the bed, I rest my back against the headboard. She moves up toward me and leans in as if she wants to kiss me but is not sure if it’s okay to do. She should know by now how much I want her lips on mine. Grabbing her, I pull her close. Our lip crash together, and she snakes her arms around my neck, pulling me in even closer until there is no space between us at all.

  She’s so perfect, and everything I can never have. I kiss her gently, like she’s going to break if I don’t and then I hold her in my arms. She starts to doze off, and I relish in the comfort of actually being able to hold her in my arms. I’ve held her in my arms before but never after something so domestic.

  My eyes start to flutter closed, and I’m about to go to sleep when a loud knocking on my door has both of us on high alert. Immediately, Violet starts shaking. Her eyes are wild with fear and all I want to do is tell her that everything is going to be fine but even I know that’d be giving her a false sense of hope.

  “Just a second,” I yell to whoever is on the other side of the door. Violet looks at me as if I can save her but I’m sure she knows better by now.

  “Hide in there,” I whisper, pointing toward the small closet to the right of the room. She gets up, scurrying across the floor, her legs shaking. I get up as well and pull on a pair of flannel pjs. I wait until she’s hidden inside the closet before I walk to the front door. I undo the locks, grip the knob, and suck in a deep breath. I make sure all emotions are void from my face before I twist the knob and pull the door open.

  “Ivan,” Yulie greets me, a sinister smile on his lips. Of course, he walks into my apartment without seeking permission, and I have no choice but to step aside and let him come in, that’s just how this world works. I shouldn’t have anything to hide, and I don’t, minus the tiny woman hiding in my bedroom closet. I grind my teeth together, clenching my jaw to stop myself from saying something that will definitely get me in fucking trouble.

  I wouldn't be surprised if I end up breaking a tooth tonight.

  “Yulie, I didn't know you made late-night house calls.” I joke, closing us inside.

  “Well, there is a pressing matter that cannot wait until morning.”

  “Is that so?” I lift a brow curiously. Certainly, if there was a real pressing issue, Rossi would have called me, right?