Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

12. Liam

The last item of merchandise leaves the stage.

“That’s it for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Please close your tablet and complete your payment if you have not done so. If you purchased an item, once you’ve paid, you will have a contract to sign. Please do so ASAP to speed up the process. As soon as the confirmation of payment and signatures are processed on my end, the merchandise’s handler will come to your table and escort you to their room to collect them for the weekend. Just a reminder, your item must be returned here by midnight on Sunday, unharmed.”

As soon as Edward utters his last word, the lights go up. I squint for a moment, the sudden brightness blinding me.

“You two didn’t want anyone?” Kyrian asks with an impish smirk.

“We got someone, little brother. We’re just being kind and letting you share.” Killian gives Kyrian a playful punch in his shoulder as I lift my glass to my lips, savoring the last drink of my whiskey. It’s time to play.

Virtue was gorgeous. The way she kept her head bowed the majority of the time on stage had my cock stirring at her perfect submissiveness. Images of her kneeling on a pillow at my feet, head bowed, hands behind her back, waiting to please me. Fuck, it’s intoxicating.

I haven’t had anyone since Lynne, my previous submissive, left. She wanted more, a true relationship, something I couldn’t give. I released her so she could pursue it with someone else. She’s happy, married to a man who’s in the lifestyle but wanted the same as her, one kid and a baby on the way.

I’m thrilled for her, but now that I’m creeping on fifty, I’m wanting more. Wishing that I had kids to carry on my family name, to help run the family business.

“What were the two of you whispering about?” Kyrian pushes his empty glass to the center of the table as he angles his body toward us.

“Told you he didn’t notice.” Killian’s smug voice makes me smirk. Although the look of contempt on his brother’s face tells me Kyrian doesn’t find the same humor in it. When he delivers a playful, yet forceful, punch to his brother, it answers the question for me.

“The two of you are going to be the death of me. Did you not look at her with your eyes, Kyrian, or was your dick doing it all for you?” I clench my jaw, but I don’t give him a chance to answer. “She’s the one Edward wants us to see.” I keep my voice low so no one else can hear us. “Do you not notice the familiar features she has to someone?”

Kyrian”s eyes crinkle at the corners, and a wrinkle forms on his forehead as he bites his lip, trying to figure it out. No doubt replaying every image of Virtue against all those in his memories to find the connection.

“Don’t think too hard, bro. Wouldn’t want you to catch on fire. I can see the steam coming from your head now. Let me help you out. Who do we want to pay for what they did to Mom and Dad?”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off and his mouth opens wide in the shape of an O before anger sets in.

“You think they’re related? She’s twenty, so maybe a daughter or niece. Possibly sister? What are we going to do?”

That’s the question. She wasn’t the one behind the wheel, but we can’t find him and if she’s related, then it’s the closest thing we have. Maybe we can lure him out with her. When we started searching for him, it became evident the internet had been stripped of his carbon footprint. We had the basic stuff: his work, birth certificate, parents’ names, but anything to do with an immediate family was absent. Almost too clean, and we knew it had been tampered with.

Now, for the first time in a year, we have a glimmer of hope. We just need to play it right.

“We don’t mention him. We’re going to get her to tell us about her life, her family. Our mission is to make her feel connected to us, trust us, then we’ll use her to get revenge. Are we clear, boys?”

“Yes, sir,” they answer in unison, but Kyrian’s face doesn’t have the same resolution as Killian’s. He’s only seen her; he can”t already be taken in by her charm.

Fuck, what am I talking about? I’ve already imagined her on her knees before me, obeying my every command.

I find myself unable to question Kyrian about it. A beautiful woman approaches our table, her smile stretching wide to reveal every pearly white tooth in her mouth.

“Good evening gentlemen, my name is Andrea and I’m here to escort you to Virtue. Are there any questions before I do so?” Her voice is so bubbly it’s sickeningly sweet.

“No, Andrea, we’re very clear on the rules. This isn’t our first time enjoying the auction. We’re quite anxious to pick up our merchandise and enjoy the weekend.” I stand, buttoning my jacket.

“Very well. Right this way, gentlemen. Might I add you purchased a lovely piece of merchandise. I think you will be pleased. She is still in her lingerie. As always, if you wish her to remain in it, there is a jacket for her to cover up with so that you may exit the building and go to your next destination.”

She continues talking, rambling off information that’s not new to me, nor Killian, and Kyrian, the little fucker, couldn”t care less.

Andrea leads us down a hallway, stopping in front of a door with Virtue’s name on it. She knocks once, then opens it, poking her head inside. “Virtue, the winners are here to claim you.” She pushes the door open, gesturing for us to enter.

I step in first, and the vision of her meekly sitting on the couch has my cock stirring. She’s as nervous as a mouse and I almost want to call her that—my little mouse.

“Hello, Virtue. Thank you, Andrea. We’re good from here.” Andrea nods and excuses herself. The boys step in behind me, shutting the door.

Her eyes widen as she looks between the three of us, her lower lip quivering. “Who bought me?” Her voice trembles.

“We all did, Virtue. You’re with all of us. I see no reason to offer a false name to you on our behalf. I’m Liam, this is Killian and Kyrian.” I gesture toward my nephews, who are looking at her like predators watching their prey.

“All of you,” she stutters, and fuck, if my cock doesn’t jerk, begging to be buried deep inside of her while she begs me to fuck her harder.

Come on, Liam, get it together. She’s nothing more than a ploy. A game piece to get the man who took two of the most important people in our lives from us.

“Don’t be scared, Virtue. Any woman would kill to be in your position.” Killian drags the pad of his thumb across his lips.

“Oh, okay. I didn’t realize that there would be more than one man bidding on me,” she replies softly.

Killian laughs at her delicious innocence. “Oh, Cookie, you could’ve had a woman. There are no limitations at Club Lust. Trust me, your weekend will be full of mind-blowing orgasms that’ll leave you aching and begging for more.”

She lets out an audible gasp as she clenches her thighs. My little mouse might not realize it, but she likes the idea of three men fucking her.

“Remove the cuffs and put the jacket on, Little Mouse. I want you in your lingerie. Killian, take her things and carry them to the car. We need to go.”

Killian steps over, helping her slip into the jacket, before zipping up the garment bag and taking it off the hook.

My eyes land on Kyrian, who hasn’t said a word, totally out of character for him. He’s staring at our Virtue like she’s Juliet and he’s Romeo, enamored by her beauty for the first time. I guess if they do fall for each other after this weekend, it would be a true Capulet-Montague story, just different families.

“Come on, Little Mouse, time to go.”

“Why do you call me that?” Her timid voice barely registers.

“Because that’s what you are. A scared little mouse afraid that the big bad cat’s going to eat her.” I step closer, leaning in so my breath dances along her ear. “I firmly plan to devour your pussy, lapping up every bit of you.”

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she swallows a moan. My little mouse can think what she wants, but she wants this, to be controlled and taken by three men. Too bad she doesn’t know we’re wolves hidden in sheep”s clothing, wanting more from her than just her virginity.

I take her hand and turn around, pulling her behind me as I exit the room. Kyrian and Killian follow closely behind. Our steps echo as our shoes hit the tile floor as we make our way down the hallway. As we come near the end, we pass two men being led to their merchandise. They look similar to us, an older and younger man. I wonder if he’s his uncle or father. What brought them to the auction tonight? Were they looking for sex, something more, or out for their own form of revenge?

She hasn’t spoken a word, none of us have. I keep glancing over my shoulder at Kyrian, impressed by how mature he’s acting. I know it won’t last, so I’m soaking in every minute of it. He took his parents” death hard. He thinks I don’t know about his twice a week visits to his parents’ grave. If he wants to keep them a secret, then I will, but I need to continue to remind him that I’m here for anything he needs to talk about. If he doesn’t want to talk, then I can merely be a shoulder to lean on.

We exit Club Lust the same way we came in, only this time with an extra person. Our car is already on the curb and waiting. We chose to take our town car tonight and have Hinkley drive us, affording us more time with our merchandise.

He opens the door for us before we even make it to the car.

“I see the night was prosperous, sir.”

“Indeed, it was. We’ll be going to the penthouse at the Mordoff now.” I slide into the back seat, pulling Virtue along behind me. Kyrian and Killian sit on the seats across from us. We chose our town car to be made this way so that we could look anyone riding with us in the eyes.

My father taught me from an early age to never put yourself in a situation where someone sits behind you.

He should’ve heeded his own advice. The one time failing to do so led to a rival family getting the upper hand and burying a bullet deep in his head. They”re gone, save for their wannabe grandkids—mere boys the same age as Kyrian—who believe they can resurrect the family”s former success.

That’s never going to happen. Not as long as I’m still breathing. And it’s already a stipulation in my will for the family to uphold that they never do.

I can hear her stomach growl from where she sits beside me. She’s caving in on herself, her head down, and hands clasped in her lap. If she only knew the way she’s sitting, it calls to the dominant side of me. She’s hungry and that part of me wants to feed her and I will. But there’s no need to stop for food; we’ve already ensured the penthouse is stocked with plenty of meals, some pre-prepared and others not. Maybe my little mouse will want to cook for us, a meal that we can eat off of her body.

Just a little longer and I can get my first taste as I get her to spill all she can on the fucker who killed my family. A small slither of my heart hopes the resemblance is just that, and not an actual connection to him, knowing I’m about to tear her down.