Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

18. Elena

Killian’s hands slip under my legs and back, lifting me in the air. Little electrical zaps shoot through my nerve endings when he touches me. He cradles me close, and I sink into his warmth.

The swaying motion as he walks is comforting and my eyes grow heavy.

“Not yet, Cookie. It’s time for a bath. We need to clean you up first. I know you’re sore.” He leans down, pressing his lips against my forehead as I peer up at him through my eyelashes.

I want to say something. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I’m still in shock—from being in the auction to learning that three men bought me, and now losing my virginity.

Come Sunday night, I’ll have the money to not only keep a roof over my head but hopefully get my mama the help she needs. To bring her back to who she was before she began drinking, even though she still wasn’t the nicest.

I feel my body sinking moments before it meets the warmth, and I’m engulfed in water. Every ounce of tension in my muscles melt away as the warmth soothes my aching body. More specifically, my aching pussy.

“Don’t go to sleep, Cookie. I’m sliding in behind you.” I open my eyes to see Killian removing his robe, dropping it to the floor.

Oh, my fucking god!

He’s built like a stallion and hung like one, too. I thought Kyrian was huge by the way he felt, but holy hell, Killian has to be three times the size he was. Does the dick size increase the older they get?

“Lean forward,” he commands.

He steps in behind me, his body huge compared to mine, and the water sloshes about, some overflowing out of the tub, splashing on the floor.

“Guess I filled it a little too much for the both of us.” His words send both of us into a fit of laughter before he quickly corrects himself and stops. “Lean back on my chest.”

“Okay. Umm, do I call you Sir, too?” I ask, worried I’ve already fucked up because I didn’t call Kyrian that either.

“No.”

He picks up a loofah from the dish on the table beside the tub and squirts body wash on it. I catch a glimpse of a large tattoo on his forearm. It’s the blade of a knife going through the center of a crown.

It’s gorgeous.

My skin is bare of any type of modification. Honestly, I’ve been so busy just trying to survive that I’ve never taken the time to think about anything like that—piercings or tattoos.

He runs the loofah along my arm, and the pure intimacy of the moment has me tingling. My pussy’s throbbing not only from having sex, but already wanting more.

“Relax, Elena. Let me spoil you.” His hot breath dances along the nape of my neck.

“Sorry,” I mumble, my breathing growing heavy as his hand slides across my chest, rubbing the loofah over my already sensitive nipples. My head falls back against him as a moan escapes me.

“Never say you’re sorry. How long has your mother been dead?”

My eyes go wide and I turn my head to face him. Dead? My mother? Does he know something?

“She’s not dead. Why do you think she is?” My vision goes blurry as my heart races.

“Earlier you said she was gone. I—we just assumed she was dead.” He presses his mouth to my hair, kissing me with those full lips of his. “Where is she?”

I choke on the lump in my throat. “I don’t know. She left a few nights ago and hasn’t come back.”

He drops the loofah and pulls me tightly to him, wrapping his arms around my waist and squeezing. Fuck, I didn’t realize I needed a hug until now.

“Is it something she normally does? Maybe she’s with your father?”

I can’t help the choking laugh that bubbles up my throat.

“No, I seriously doubt that. If she had reconnected with him, she’d be happy as a jaybird and would take great joy in telling me. She blames me for him leaving, telling me it was because I was a bad kid and he was tired of having to teach me lessons I never learned.”

His arms tighten around me as a low growl erupts from his chest, vibrating against my back.

“Did he hit you?” His deep voice rumbles, sending chills down my spine.

I can’t answer. How can I tell him how I was so scared of my father that I would hide in the closet and pray to be invisible? Why couldn’t I be the daughter he wanted?

“Elena, do you still see your father?”

I shake my head vehemently. Taking a deep breath, I answer.

“No, not since the day he left. I feel like an awful person for being happy about that. I just wish my mama didn’t hate me.” I can’t contain the tears any longer and break down in his arms. He lifts me, angling my body so he’s cradling me in his lap. Pressing my face into his bare chest, I release all the tears I’ve been holding for so long while he holds me tightly, whispering sweet words that I can’t even make out.