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A body that I’d been wanting for months now.
A body that had left me.
Taken off into the night without one fucking word.
Despite myself, my dick jumped inside my pants.
How could it not?
The white bustier she wore made her huge tits look even bigger. Practically offering themselves to me.
And the real goddamn problem was—that I really wanted them.
And her white stocking-covered legs.
Christ.
Those long legs that I’d envisioned more than once wrapping around my waist.
All those weeks she’d taken care of me. Nursing me back to health.
And all I wanted to do was fuck her into next week.
Why that woman had stuck around, I’d never know. It wasn’t like I paid her anything.
Even so.
Francesca had stayed with me.
Looking after me.
Giving me whatever I needed to heal.
And the biggest thing she gave me was her heart.
And I gave her mine.
And in thanks, she’d trampled all over the goddamn thing.
“We are starting the bidding at fifty grand. Now, which one of you fine gentlemen will be the first to bid?”
Not one second after the last word had exited the guy’s mouth, Raul put his hand up.
“All right! Raul is lookin’ for a new girl to break in!” The guys in the room all hooted and whistled.
And my guts tightened.
Francesca’s eyes—her gorgeous, frightened eyes—shot from Raul to me.
Fuck.
She was terrified.
I could feel it in my bones.
Just the thought of Raul’s disgusting hands on her made me want to rip his head off.
“One hundred thousand,” I said as I raised my hand.