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I won’t be gang-raped. I won’t get sucked into this…what? Auction roleplay where both men end up winning?

Where both of them get to fake-bid, then have me as their sex doll to use?

A shiver runs through my body. My teeth clink.

I slowly step away from the table. I won’t run right away. Won’t risk stumbling on my high heels or encourage them to chase me.

Slipping out of here is my only chance to survive this.

“Ophelia.” This is James. He hasn’t moved to get up. Neither has Topher.

The predators just stare at me.

My skin prickles, and I hug myself.

The cold outside the house somehow managed to filter through the thick windows. It freezes my bones, despite the mansion being heated.

Another step back.

“Stop it. You can’t hurt me. You have too much to lose, remember?” Reasoning with them could cut through their drug-like haze. It has to. “Mr. Hawthorne. Your law firm.Criminallaw firm. You know there’s no such thing as the perfect crime, don’t you? You’ll get caught, and it won’t be just you. It’ll be Topher too. His future as a lawyer will be ruined. Your other partner will lose everything. Think about it.”

They rise to stand without a word. Buttoning up their suit jackets.

My purse. Get it, now.

Maisie, a lovely brunette from their staff, took it earlier. I have no idea where she’s keeping it. She needs to give it back. This minute.

“Maisie!” I scream as I take a few more steps toward the doorway that connects this room to the family kitchen area. From there, there’s a doorway to the living room. I’ll have to go through those to get out of here. I will get out of here. “Maisie! Anyone! Help!”

James and Topher are in my line of sight as I walk backward. It’ll be a huge mistake to turn my back on them. It’ll seal my fate.

So I don’t.

“G-go drink some water. Sober the fuck up. Stop—Stop looking at me like that.”

“We’re sober.” Topher slides his hand into his suit pocket, retrieving a pair of thin handcuffs. They glint in the low light. A second is all I give myself to look at it before returning my attention to both men’s faces. “And serious about this. There will be an auction. You will be put up on stage. The most influential people in the city will place their bid. They’ll be bidding on you,in case we weren’t clear. By the end of the night, one of them will own you.”

My back hits the wall instead of the doorway. I don’t recover fast enough. They’re on me, both of them. Surrounding me.

James to my right. Topher to my left. I’m five feet two, and they tower over me. Heels or no heels.

Fuck, it’s terrifying. The ice swimming in my veins is about to reach my lungs and suffocate me.

No.

No.

“Why are you so against it, anyway?” Topher dangles the handcuffs in my face, slamming a hand on the wall next to my head. “You were the one who wouldn’t shut up about…experimenting.”

Oh my God. Oh my God.

He’s talking about it next to James.

I would’ve let the ground swallow me whole, but my goddamn life is on the line. “Fuck you.”

“Someone else will.” Topher edges closer as James remains a firm wall at my side. There’ll be no pushing him out of the way. “Unfortunate, since I could’ve had fun, plowing through your virgin pussy. But hey, at least I get to cuff you.”

“You’re insane!” I’m frozen when I should fight. Throw punches. Kick. Something. Stupid limbs, they won’t work, so I shout. I don’t stop shouting. “What are you talking about? Let me go, Topher! James! Please!”