The Sea Witch (Wicked Villains 5)

Aurora goes tense behind me for the barest moment, and then she tugs my panties to the side and drags two fingers through my folds, holding them up so everyone can see the way they glisten with my need. She leans us forward and the blond woman holds her gaze as she sucks both fingers between her dark-red lips. It’s horribly intimate, a little filthy, and I can’t tell if the heat in her gaze is aimed at my taste or the fact that it’s Aurora’s fingers in her mouth.

“Two-twenty.” Comes from the back of the room. I think it might be Hades, but I can’t be sure.

The blond moves back, throwing casually over her shoulder, “Two-fifty.”

“Two-seventy-five.”

Holy crap. It’s enough. I’ve made enough to free Alaric. I look at Meg, but she’s studying the room like a predator scenting prey. “We can do better than this. The panties, Aurora. Let’s see how pretty our little virgin is when she comes.”

Aurora drags them down my legs slowly, teasingly. I’m still wearing the underbust faux corset and the garter belt and thigh-highs, but I’m exposed in every way that counts. Aurora presses another kiss to my shoulder. “Do you see the way they’re looking at you?”

I can’t see anything but vague impressions of people. Heads and shoulders, occasionally hands lifting drinks to mouths. “No.”

“I can.” Her fingers trace the garter belt where it presses against my lower stomach, framing my pussy. “They want you, Zurielle. They’re practically panting after you.” She laughs softly as the bidding continues. “They’re so damn jealous of the fact I get to touch you right now, they’re willing to drop insane amounts of money to be next. That, my girl, is power.”

My skin feels too tight for my body. I shift against her, not entirely sure if I’m trying to shift toward her hand or away from it. “It doesn’t feel like power.” I can’t quite catch my breath. “It feels like hunger.”

“Yes.” Another of those surprisingly sweet kisses to my skin. “I’m going to stroke your clit now.” She barely waits for me to nod before her fingers are between my legs. Not entering me, but sliding through slick folds, gathering my wetness to trace playful circles around my clit. I tense. I can’t help it.

Aurora’s free hand comes up to lightly cup my throat, bending me back against her body. “Close your eyes, pretty girl. It’s just you and me up here. Nothing matters but how good this feels.” She drags her thumb over my clit again. “It does feel good, doesn’t it, Zurielle?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

I’m vaguely aware of the room going deathly silent, but I push it from my mind. Aurora is right. It’s easier to close my eyes and let her touch me. I…want her to touch me. But she doesn’t go after my pussy like she’s on a mission. Aurora strokes me like she’s enjoying this as much as I suddenly am, her breath shuddering against my neck. “I might pay two hundred grand for a taste of you, too,” she murmurs.

I don’t mean to roll my hips to rub myself against her fingers. I don’t mean to do anything but submit. But pleasure coils through me, tighter and tighter, all slippery touches and the heavy feeling of so many eyes on my skin. I thought I couldn’t come like this, but now I think I might die if I don’t. “Aurora,” I moan.

“Show me.”

I grab her hand and press her palm hard against my pussy, grinding wildly against her. I bite my lip, trying to hold in another moan, but she shifts her grip on my throat to tug at my chin. “No. Don’t hold it in. Let me hear you.”

It’s as if her words unlock that last bit of resistance. I orgasm, a whimpering high sound emerging from my lips. Aurora coaxes me through wave after wave, until I’m a boneless mess of a person in her arms.

“One million dollars.”

I blink slowly. Surely I just heard wrong. Surely someone didn’t just bid a million dollars on me, and surely that voice isn’t as familiar as I think.

I look at Meg, but she’s giving nothing away. “One million dollars to Ursa. Would anyone like to bid higher?”

Silence.

I lean forward, trying to see into the shadows of the crowd. Not Ursa. Accepting her help to set this up is one thing. Giving myself to her sexually for an entire week? Unforgivable doesn’t begin to cover it. My father will hear about this. He has spies in her territory even now. He’ll…

It’s too late.

I know it’s too late the second Meg nods almost to herself and says, “Sold to the Sea Witch for one million dollars.” She spreads her arms, every inch an entertainer. “Thank you so much for playing, my friends. You may not have bought yourself a virgin tonight, but the Underworld has the best Dominants and submissives on staff. Please avail yourself of them.”