Chapter 9
Without warning, Finn’s finger swipes to the live bidding page on his phone, and my entire world tilts sideways.
He begins typing in amounts while pressing lightly against my back, his lips hovering dangerously close to my cheekbone as he leans over my chair.
The casual contact sends unexpected heat through my body despite the shock currently short-circuiting my brain.
“What do you think, cousin?” Finn asks Liam teasingly, his voice low and playful as he enters the first bid. “How much should we bet on our beautiful assistant’s v-card?”
Jesus fucking Christ. They’re actually doing this. Right in front of me. They’re bidding on me like I’m some kind of auction item, which—okay, technically I am, but still.
My entire body tensed, locked between panic and… heat. Liquid, dizzying heat.
“Fifty thousand,” Liam replies immediately, his voice rough with barely controlled desire, eyes never leaving my stunned face.
I watched in horrified fascination as Finn entered the amount. His free hand slid casually onto my thigh, the contact burned and I wanted to flinch, to stay perfectly still and feel everything even in this insane situation.
Another bid flashed on the screen seconds later. Higher.
Finn chuckled, his breath brushing my ear, and I nearly whimpered.
“Seventy-five,” he murmurs, his body now fully pressed against my back when he typed it in with calm ease.
This is insane. This is completely fucking insane.
The bidding war escalates quickly, with Finn and Liam calling out increasingly higher amounts.
I should be horrified. I should be angry. I should be running for the door.
Instead, I’m sitting here like some kind of willing participant in my own commodification, getting wet by the way they’re treating me like the most precious thing they’ve ever wanted to get.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The numbers kept climbing. Other bidders were competing, but Finn and Liam seemed determined to outbid everyone. When Finn entered what became the final bid, $213,000, I sat in stunned silence as it won the auction.
The number was astronomical, more than enough to pay off Leo’s debt five times over. More money than I’d ever seen in my life.
These men were really prepared to pay that much to spend a night with me?
The reality hits like a physical blow, and anger flares alongside the confusing arousal. I start to stand, ready to confront them, words of indignation forming on my lips.
But Finn’s hands gently turn me in my chair to face him before I can speak.
“Easy there, bunny,” he says softly, his thumb tracing along my jaw, completely disarming my anger with that simple touch.
Before I can process what’s happening, Liam appears beside us, his large warm hands gently cupping my face, forcing me to meet his intense green eyes, when I turn into Finn’s arms and his chest pressed against my back once again.
“We won’t touch you against your will,” he says softly, voice steady and reassuring. “And you’ll get your money regardless of what happens tonight. But Jasmine…” His thumb strokes across my cheekbone. “We want you to know that this isn’t just about the auction anymore.”
Behind me, Finn’s hand slides from my face down to my stomach, the movement slow, deliberate, possessive.
“We’d love to show you how well we can take care of you,” he whispers against my ear, his words making my breath catch and my core clench with want. “But you have to admit your own desires. You have to tell us you want it too.”
I feel a pulsing need between my thighs, desperate longing for more than just their gentle caresses. My body is betraying me completely, responding to them in ways that make me feel shameful and mortified, yet extremely turned on at the same time.
How can I want this so desperately when I should be angry? How can their touches make me feel like I’m burning alive with need?
“I don’t understand,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Why me? You could have anyone.”
Liam’s finger comes up to lightly touch my bottom lip, the gesture so tender and intimate it makes my heart race even faster.
“Because you’re incredible,” Liam said simply. “You’re a smart, brave and beautiful woman. Because we’ve been watching you, wanting you, for months.”
“Because,” Finn added, his thumb stroking across my cheek, “we don’t just want your body, Jasmine. We want you. All of you.”
The sincerity in his voice takes my breath away.
His eyes search mine, waiting for my answer, and I see something there that makes my chest tight. Not just desire, but genuine affection. Care. Maybe even something deeper.
The combination of their reverent touches, their sincere promises, and my own desperate longing finally broke through all my resistance. My body was screaming for their touch, and I couldn’t deny the truth anymore, I wanted this as much as they did.
With my heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it, I gave a shy nod, barely able to meet their eyes as I surrendered to what I’d been craving for so long.
The moment I nodded, Liam’s lips were on mine, soft at first, almost reverent, like he was kissing something sacred. His mouth moved slowly against mine, savoring every brush, every shared breath, like he had all the time in the world to explore me.
“Good girl,” Finn murmurs against my neck, his voice filled with approval and desire as his lips press burning kisses along my sensitive skin, making me arch against him.
I gasped softly, my hands clutching Liam’s shirt as the kiss deepened. His tongue slipped past my lips, coaxing mine into a slow dance that made my entire body thrum with longing.
Every movement felt like a promise, a delicious tease of what was to come.
Liam kissed me like a man starved, but still so careful, so achingly gentle. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “You’re so sweet, Jasmine… you taste like honey.”
I whimpered softly, desire building like a storm inside me. Wrapped in their heat, their scent, their attention, I was completely surrounded and wholly undone.
Finn’s hands were more daring now. One slid beneath the hem of my blouse, grazing the curve of my ribcage, his fingertips warm and gentle as they traced lazy circles that made my stomach flutter.
His other hand remained possessive on my thigh, applying the slightest pressure, as if reminding me he was still there, still part of this growing inferno.
They were savoring me, worshipping me. And God help me, I loved it.
“You feel that?” Finn whispered, his voice thick with hunger as his lips traced the curve of my shoulder. “That’s what you do to us. We’ve been waiting to touch you like this for so long.”
The shame and hesitation begin to fade, replaced by pure sensation and the overwhelming feeling of being desired and cherished by these incredible men.
Finn’s body was pressed so close behind me, I could feel every rise and fall of his chest against my back. I shivered as his lips deepened into deliberate kisses that made my body arch against him. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Liam’s mouth moved against mine with growing heat. His kiss wasn’t just passionate, it was consuming, full of restraint that was beginning to break.
His hands found the hem of my blouse and, with a single glance into my eyes, he lifted it off me, leaving me in my bra, breathless and trembling.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my mouth, as if the word belonged to me and me alone.
Finn’s fingers trailed beneath the waistband of my skirt, brushing the sensitive skin at my hips. I gasped when his hands slid down to grip the backs of my thighs, lifting me just enough to drag the fabric down.
I kicked it away without a second thought, too caught in their touches, their mouths, the heat radiating between us. Their hands never stopped moving, slow, sensual, and patient.
When Liam unclasped my bra and slipped it from my arms, he didn’t gawk. He cupped me gently, brushing his thumbs over my nipples until they hardened beneath his touch.
His mouth followed seconds later, warm and wet and maddening. My moan was swallowed by Finn’s kiss, his tongue teasing mine, coaxing me to surrender deeper.
Caught between two powerful men, each lavishing me with attention like I was something sacred, I realized that I never even imagined being touched like this.
I’m wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, lost in the sensations of being kissed and caressed by both men, when the sound of footsteps makes me freeze.
Asher enters the room, and mortification crashes over me like ice water.
