“Don’t,” I warned, voice low.
He laughed under his breath, like my warning had been cute.
“You’re basically already sold,” he muttered.“No one will know what happened before the auction.No one will even care.”
He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back before I could twist away.Pain shot across my scalp.I clawed at his arm, but he was stronger, heavier, and his grin widened.
“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”he hissed.
He dragged me forward, forcing my jaw open with one rough hand, even as he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them.
No.
NO.
He reached into his briefs and released his penis.It was huge and engorged and throbbing menacingly as he shoved it toward my face.He forced it into my mouth and panic exploded through me violently as I choked on it.He pressed harder, deeper, forcing me to take his massive, disgusting flesh, but all I could do was gag on it.The only thought in my head was that I was going to die choking on this disgusting man’s penis.
So I bit down.
It wasn’t a warning bite.I bit him like an animal fighting for its life.
My jaw clamped down so hard that I felt the give of skin tearing under my teeth.He screamed - a raw, broken sound - and tried to rip himself free, but I didn’t let go.
He hit me - once, twice - hard enough to black out the edges of my vision.But pain didn’t matter anymore.Pain was background noise, and I refused to let go of him.
He thrashed, screaming, trying to rip his cock free again - but I clamped down harder, determined to tear out a piece of him.
The door shuddered inward with a violence that made the entire frame shudder.Dust rained from the hinges.The sound ricocheted through the room, punching straight through my skull.
A man stormed in.
He was taller, older, and rage rolled off him in waves so thick I could taste it.In a single, blistering second, he took in the room - me on the ground, helplessly chocking on the other man’s cock yet refusing to let go, while the other man wailed at the top of his lungs.
And his expression darkened like he’d just found the reason he woke up angry this morning.
His face twisted.
“What the fuck are you doing?”he roared.
The man I was biting tried to babble something, but his howling was louder.
“We don’t touch the merchandise, you idiot!”
The man raised a gun.
I barely had time to jerk back before the shot exploded.
The sound was deafening in the small room.
The bullet hit the man - point blank.His body jerked, then collapsed beside me in a dead weight.Blood sprayed across my face, warm and metallic, splattering my cheek, my neck, my shirt.
For a second, the world stopped.I was frozen.Covered in someone else’s blood.Heart slamming so hard I thought it would break free.
The man with the gun looked down at the corpse like he was annoyed, not horrified.
“Fucking amateurs never learn,” he muttered.
He kicked the dead man’s leg out of his way, then looked at me.