Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

21. Elena

Kyrian grips and pulls my hair, pressing down on my clit at the same time. Stars erupt behind my eyes as I’m sent soaring into an orgasm and I come around his cock. He takes that as his cue, gripping my hips almost painfully, and thrusts deeper inside of me, until he grunts and stills.

His cock twitches inside of me, filling me up as I clamp down on his shaft. Sex is even better than I could have ever imagined and I’m not sure why I waited so long.

“God, you’re amazing,” Kyrian croons as he releases my hips and runs his hand up and down my back.

He pulls out of me, giving my butt a playful smack, as the bed shifts when he gets off. I lower my body until I’m lying on my stomach, twisting my wrists a little to take out the ache from being on my hands and knees. I roll to my side and watch him walk away, my pussy throbbing at the sight of his tight ass flexing with each step.

I can feel Kyrian’s cum leaking out of me with the movement. In just a little bit, it’ll be time to head back to Club Lust, and this weekend will be over. Kyrian keeps whispering that it’s not the last time we’re going to see each other, but I know it is.

The tiny piece of conversation I overheard last night still repeats in my head.

That girl is nothing but a hole to fill. Nothing more. When this weekend is over, she’ll just be a blip on your radar. Another thing in your book you marked off. A virgin. She’s nothing but a high-priced prostitute.

Liam’s words were so cold and harsh. I know he’s not been the sweetest when talking to me, other than when he’s telling me how good I am, but it still hurts. I know they paid to have sex with me, but to know I’m nothing more than something on a list to scratch off really stings.

No one knows I overheard it. I woke up alone and was coming to find them when I did, and immediately rushed back to the bed. Thank god I did because Kyrian appeared just seconds later.

Kyrian chooses that moment to step back into the room and when his face catches sight of mine, he frowns.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong? You should still be floating in bliss, not looking like you’re about to cry.” He steps over to the bed, and lifts my leg, before running the warm rag between my legs.

“Nothing, just sad. The weekend is over. My carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin. I’m just sad I’m not going to have this anymore.” It’s not a complete lie, but not the whole truth, either. I know this is it. It was stated last night very clearly.

“Oh, Sunshine, you’re not getting rid of me. Mark my words on that.” I can see the stern expression on his face, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll comply with his uncle’s wishes and I would never come between their family. I’ll simply fade into the background. They don’t know where I work or live, so it’s not like they can find me.

What’s that old saying ‘out of sight, out of mind’? That’s what I’ll be after they drop me off, just a memory. A ten-million-dollar memory.

Killian steps into the room before I can say anything. “Time to go, Cookie.”

“Umm, can I have my bag? It has my clothes in it.” Please don’t tell me I have to return in one of their shirts or, even worse, naked.

“Of course, Cookie, it’s hanging in the closet. Kyrian can get it for you. We don’t have time for you to shower, though.”

I nod and Kyrian kisses me before moving over to the closet. It still amazes me how freely they move around naked in front of each other. Like it’s second nature. Even earlier today when Kyrian and Killian had me together, that’s what it was like.

He pulls out the garment bag and lays it on the bed.

“Everything you had when you came to the club is in it. Except the lingerie. I’m keeping that so you can wear it for me again.” I can feel the heat rush to my face at his words. If only he was going to see me again.

“Thank you.”

Kyrian steps over to the dresser and pulls out some clothes for himself as I slowly stand and dress back in the jeans and shirt I wore to the club just two nights ago. It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened, I feel like a different woman.

Sitting down on the bed, I place my shoes on, then stand. The only thing left in the bag is my small purse that holds my phone, wallet and keys and the jacket Edward gave me. Should I return it or can I keep it as a small token to remember this weekend? Not that losing my virginity isn’t a big enough reminder.

Does anyone forget their first time?

“This is just the beginning, Sunshine.” Kyrian takes my hand in his, leading me out of the bedroom.

Killian and Liam are both waiting in the living room when we enter, each with a solemn look on their face.

“It’s time to go, Little Mouse. I hope your weekend was all you wanted.”

“It was, Sir.”

“Our time is over. No need to call me sir any longer, Elena.”

His words hit me in the gut, pushing all the air from my lungs. He used my real name and doesn’t want me to call him sir. I feel like my chest is caving in. Tears well behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall in front of him. I was nothing more than a high-priced whore. A willing fuck for the weekend that they could do whatever they wanted to with.

“Let’s go,” Liam says as he heads to the door. Kyrian continues to hold my hand, but the gentle pressure of Killian’s hand on my back has me turning my head to him in surprise.

He ushers me forward as the three of us walk toward the door, united but truly divided.

We exit out the same way we came in, and the ride back to Club Lust is much different. This time, no one speaks a word. The tension is so tight you could cut it with a knife.

It seems like it takes an eternity before we pull up in front of the club. I gaze around the back of the town car at the three men who’ve changed my life forever.

The car stops, but doesn’t turn off. Instead, it idles as the three men exit. Then Kyrian extends his hand out, taking mine.

My body’s shaking and I don’t know why. I’m not cold or nervous. But I am sad. Could that be why?

As we enter the building, we head straight for the elevator. Liam slides a card through the reader and the doors open. Once again we take the elevator down, which still amazes me, but I guess when you have a club that you auction people off at, you gotta keep it a secret.

When the doors slide open, I’m shocked to see Edward standing there along with two other men in black polo shirts with security written on them. They’re huge and remind me of that wrestler who turned into an actor and appeared in the Fast and Furious movies. His name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t remember it.

“Hello, Virtue, I trust your weekend went well?” Edward asks as I nod my head.

He raises his eyebrow and his lips turn down in a frown.

“The weekend went well,” Liam adds for me, most likely noticing the expression on Edward’s face.

“Thank you for that response, Liam, but I was talking to Virtue at the moment, not you.”

My eyes go wide with how boldly Edward speaks to Liam and from the gasp Kyrian let out, I take it’s not commonplace.

“I enjoyed it, sir. They took great care of me.” My voice trembles, but I refuse to cry.

“And now, Liam, were you pleased with your purchase?”

Liam gazes over to me and our eyes lock, and for one fleeting moment, I see the tenderness he would show when praising me for being his good girl.

“Very pleased. She was worth every penny, and as you can see, she was returned in the same condition as when we took her.” Liam’s words are cold and hurtful. It’s as if I was merely just a transaction.

“Very well then, the three of you are free to go. Virtue, please come with me to complete the exchange, then Dwayne and Robert will escort you to your car where Jeeves is waiting.”

Liam extends his hand, shaking Edward’s, then turns and heads for the elevator. Killian gazes at me a moment, his eyes holding words his mouth doesn’t say, before turning to follow after his uncle.

“This isn’t the end,” Kyrian leans in and whispers in my ear before handing me my purse. I watch as all three of them walk away.

Wait, how did he have my purse?

Oh shoot, I forgot it. That must have been what he did when he ran back into the penthouse while Liam, Killian, and I went down to the car as we were leaving.

“Come with me, Virtue.” Edward steps up to me, slipping his hand around my waist to my back, and leads me down the hallway. I glance over my shoulder, seeing the two men following behind us.

“Are you okay? You can speak freely now.”

“Yes, I am, Edward. It was a great opportunity and a lovely weekend, thank you.”

“And the money you earned by doing this will help you?”

I nod. I can’t answer. How can I tell this man by allowing me to take part in this auction he’ll be changing not only my life but my mother’s also?

“And will you be quitting the diner, perhaps going to school?” Why does he have so many questions? Isn’t it my choice what I do with it?

“Umm, no. In fact, I have to work every day this week.”

“Then I guess I’ll get the pleasure of continuing to be able to see you.” We stop in front of a door and he opens it, gesturing for me to step inside.

He walks over to a desk where two black duffel bags sit on top of it.

“As promised, five hundred thousand dollars. You are free to count it.” He unzips the bags and I step over, gazing in, almost fainting at the stack of green bills inside of them.

“No, it’s okay. I’d just like to go home now,” I say quietly.

One of the men, I’m not sure Edward even said who was who, steps up to the bags, zips them back up, and takes them in his hands, while the other loops his arm in mine.

“Time to go, Virtue, your driver is waiting.” I look up at him and nod with a small smile.

“I’ll see you in the future, Virtue. Take care,” Edward tells me before stepping behind the desk and taking a seat.

They lead me out of the club, straight to where Jeeves is waiting, depositing both me and the bags in the car.

Jeeves makes small talk during the ride home, but I’m too tired to say anything while trying to hold the fragments of my broken heart together.

Reaching over I unzip one of the bags, running my hand along the money, and smile. Please, God, let me find Mama so I can send her to rehab.

“We’re here, Virtue. Shall I help you inside with your bags?”

“Oh, sorry. No, I have them. Thank you for everything.”

“It was my honor. Have a good night.”

He goes to open the door, but I don’t need the fanfare.

“There’s no need to get out. I can open the door.” He nods in understanding and I loop the handles of the bags on my arm, along with my purse, and open the door, stepping out into the chilly night air. Looking up at the sky, I see the moon shining down on me.

As I make my way up the sidewalk and onto the porch, I see the light shining through the sheer curtains. I left it on, knowing I would return late and for someone to think I was home. Glancing over my shoulder, I see Jeeves is still waiting. I put the key in the lock and open the door, stepping inside, turning only to wave before shutting the door.

It’s then I realize the light I saw through the window isn’t from the lamp I left on, but from the ones in the ceiling. Turning quickly, I see Mama sitting in the chair against the far wall, beer in hand, as she glares at me.

I’m too excited to care. Dropping the bags, I rush across the room, sinking to the floor in front of her, wrapping my arms around her.