“Sir, your mask,” a man in a tuxedo said, offering William an intricately designed black silk mask that sat on a silver tray.

He snatched the thing up, and before the man could inform him that he must have it on at all times during the private show, he strode through the door. A few moments later, he came into a dimly lit theater. He paced toward his allocated seat, which was in the very expensive front row, and then sat down as he put on his mask.

His eyes were glued to the exotic stage before him as other guests—powerful billionaires and influential men of society wearing black suits and black masks—began to arrive. They silently went about taking their seats and avoiding each other’s presence and eyes.

One took the seat adjacent to William, and though he tried to ignore the man, he did not miss the strong excitement and expectation that exuded from him. In fact, he could feel the same excitement and expectation from almost all of the bidders here tonight.

Sick! These were sick bastards who, in front of the world, were powerful and influential people of society, pretending they fucking cared, but behind closed doors, this was their true color.

They didn’t give a fuck. Everything that they did was for their own benefit. And when they succeeded this far and climbed this high, this was their ultimate reward: a pretty young girl to be used as they wished.

Instantly, his mind switched to Savanah.

Savanah, he thought. Fuck, Savanah, what has the world come to?

He had thought he had done the right thing by leaving her behind, by running away. After what had happened that Christmas Eve three years ago? After that fucking incident? He never wanted to see her get hurt again. He never wanted her to experience such an atrocious thing again. Being held at gunpoint like a fucking hostage. That had been why he had left, and simply dismissed her from his life, to keep her safe.

But now? Fuck! How ironic it was that fate had somehow intervened again. Fate had cunningly and coldly thrust her into his world, and with the help of none other than that bitch stepmother of hers.

“Sir,” Richard, one of the men he had put to watch over Savanah for the past three years, said through the phone late the night before. “We have a problem.”

“What?” William had asked in his usual cold manner, fucking tired from over-working.

“Miss White is in trouble. Her stepmother is putting her up for auction.”

As soon as he heard that, he had felt sick to his stomach. “Give me the details,” he demanded darkly. “Now.”

Once he had gotten the information he wanted and hung up, he told his PA to cancel every appointment he had for the next few weeks. Then he immediately flew in his private jet back to Vegas.

A few hours later, he was greeted by his proficient butler, Joseph. From the monthly report he had received from Richard and Owen, the two bulky bodyguards he’d had placed to look after and protect Savanah, it appeared that Joseph had visited Savanah quite frequently.

“I’m glad to see you back, sir,” Joseph said the moment William stepped in through the door. “I assume you’ve heard about Savanah?” He went straight to the point.

William nodded, his face hard and dark. Then he said, “Prepare a room for her, and make it nice. Luxury stuff. Everything. She’s going to be living here from tomorrow night on.”

Joseph nodded his head. “Of course, sir. That’s great news. I’ll get the preparations going right away.”

And now, some twenty hours later, without a wink of sleep, here he was, sitting in this notorious private theater, which only the privileged with money knew existed.

Savanah—his little angel—was going to be sold tonight, and her starting price was two million.

Two fucking million for a twenty-year-old virgin beauty, and William knew there was going to be a lot of competition for her tonight.

They wanted her, these sick fuckhead billionaires. They wanted her as their pet. They wanted her as their fucking sex toy. They wanted her as their most prized trophy. And now he was fucking the same.

He wanted Savanah—had always wanted her, since the first time he had laid eyes on her. Even though he had vowed to stay away in order to keep her safe, now, however, that had changed and he had no choice in the matter. His hands had been tied by fate. Now, come hell or high water, he’d have her as his and his alone.

A man dressed all in black appeared and walked across to the center of the stage. He, too, was wearing a silk mask to hide his identity, as everyone else in there was, though his was red, which signified that he was a staff member. The black was for the patrons.

The man looked around the room with interest, and then he began, “Thank you very much, gentlemen, for coming tonight. Wow, I can see the seats are sold out.” He chuckled merrily. “That’s excellent. And you know what? I’m glad you gentlemen chose to attend our auction tonight and support our company. I’m very, very glad. And on behalf of the company, I would like to thank you very much, gentlemen.”

There was applause as the host bowed low in honor. When he straightened up, he said, “You won’t be disappointed tonight, that you’re here instead of in bed beside your ugly wives.”

The audience laughed at his dry joke.

He continued, “You’re all going to be in for a big surprise tonight, gentlemen. Believe it or not, we have a beautiful virgin with us. And if you’re new to us, believe me when I say we rarely obtain ourselves a virgin. You know, these days, it’s just plain impossible, right?

The audience agreed by clapping again.

“She’s twenty, and trust me, men, she’s going to make your cock burst, just looking at her.” He laughed merrily, and the audience, once again, applauded. One even hooted.

“We named her Angel,” the host said. “Why? Because she is an angel.” He winked. “And you’ll know what I mean when she comes out last. So please, men, don’t be too hasty, because as you all know, we always, always keep the best for last.” He took a step back and bowed as the audience applauded once again. When he straightened, he grinned widely and continued, “Now then, let’s not waste time; let’s get the party started, shall we?”

The dim light around the audience’s area was turned off, and a soft light was turned on and directed toward the center of the stage. A moment later, a woman—dressed in a tuxedo and wearing a red silk mask—appeared and headed toward the center. Hazily trailing behind her was a Russian girl of about twenty years of age, with a slender body and long blonde hair. The usher made the girl twirl around so that the audience could see all of her beautiful attributes: long legs, firm backside, and bountiful breasts.

The audience applauded, and the auction began.

William waited patiently as one girl after another was ushered onto the stage to be displayed, appraised, and auctioned like cattle. All of them stumbled and swayed as they walked, as though they were in a haze of drugs and were high.

Instantly, his stomach knotted in dread. His Savanah would be the same. She would have been drugged and invaded.

Once the fourteenth girl was finally auctioned off to a faceless billionaire sitting at the back, William was ready to tear the whole place down and search for Savanah before her turn came.

And then there she was, stumbling her way toward the center of the stage as men hiding in the dark ogled her with sexual hunger.

Her long brown hair was a tangled mess, and her slender body was barely covered in glittery, sexy lingerie. There were just little bits of material covering her nipples while leaving the rest of her now fully matured, bountiful breasts bare. This flimsy fabric ran down to the lower part of her body, where it barely managed to cover the V-section of her woman’s bits. Behind her back were the wings of an angel, and as she was made to twirl around this way and that in order for the bidders to ascertain her exquisite attributes, men hooted in excitement, and their cocks really did almost burst at the sight of her.

She was a fucking sexy angel, that was for sure, and almost every one of the men there wanted to fuck her.

“What do you think, gentlemen,” the host said in triumph, “of our little Angel?”

Huge applause erupted then, and William did not miss the overenthusiasm that exuded from the excited and eager crowd.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

William felt sick to his stomach as he watched his beloved Savanah being made to parade herself about in her drug-induced haze as these men gawked at her. It was all he could do to make himself stay in his seat and not tear this place apart, shooting every single one of these men dead on the spot and then taking Savanah away with him.

“Now then, gentlemen, shall we start bidding?” the host said. “Our Angel’s starting price point is two million. Do I have a two million and a half?”

Instantly, hands went up with eagerness, and as the auctioneer kept on increasing the price, William impatiently waited. Soon, there were only a few bidders left as Savanah’s price had reached four and a half million.

When there were only two bidders left, William decided it was time for him to join in and raised his hand.

“Oh-ho! What do we have here?” the host said, chuckling. “We have a new bidder at four and a half million for our little Angel, gentlemen.”

As soon as that information was revealed, a loud applause went up wildly.

“Calm down, everyone. Please, calm down,” the host said. “We all know how popular our little Angel is, eh?” He chuckled. “Now then, shall we continue with the bidding?”

And then it carried on. When the price went up close to five million, there was only William and one other bidder left. Once it passed the five million mark, the man shook his head, which left William as the highest bidder and now the owner of Angel.

“Congratulations, sir,” the host said. “Angel is now yours. Please do come backstage and pick up your package after you’ve made the payment.”

William didn’t beat about the bush, and as soon as the curtain was down, he left his seat and headed to the reception office to arrange payment. It didn’t take him long there, and once the company’s manager—who also wore a tuxedo and a silk red mask—congratulated him, he was led toward the backstage area to receive his package.

“A very good choice, sir,” the manager said delightfully, as if William had just brought a very important piece of real estate.

William did not reply and kept quiet the whole time, as the man continued to make small talk. Some moments later, they arrived backstage where the manager led him into a room.

There, the usher woman appeared. She said, “Wait a moment sir.” She disappeared again for a few minutes while William waited impatiently. When she returned, it was with his package—Angel.

“Your package, sir,” she said, ushering Savanah toward him.

William stood there and stared long and hard at his trophy, at his prize, at Angel, at the young woman almost every man here tonight wanted to fuck.

He stepped forward, and before anyone was the wiser, he roughly pulled her into his arms. With his finger under her small chin, he tilted her lovely face so that he could inspect her closely.

There, he gazed at her long and hard, drinking in her beauty, which had haunted him day and night for the past three years. Then, because he couldn’t help himself, he lowered his head and roughly planted his lips against hers, kissing her so hard that it made her squirm and groan, even in the haze of her drug-induced state.

Standing beside him, the manager chuckled while the usher woman clapped.

When he raised his head again, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out the door. He’d be taking her to his penthouse where she belonged, because she was now chained to him by his love.

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