e

ming in terror at the top of my lungs as he dragged me through a narrow, dimly lit hallway. He’d cuffed my hands behi

se killing you would be a merciful act compared

ht on my breasts that the silken fabric did nothing to hide the hardened peaks of my nipples. It was freezing,

urls falling over my face. They were all wearing masks. Some people tilted their h

with fresh tears. I blinked them away furio

d chatter. “Riccardo has supplied a fresh treat for

d men turn and whisper to each other as they exam

ore falling into the pit of my stomach. Fear rippled over my sk

No. No

ce that had plagued my nightmares for years. High cheekbones, olive skin, and dark hair swept back from his

echoed in

e as his steel gray stare narrowed on my face.

a murderer, and the worst kind. He was mercile

nd of

ding next to him. Would he bid on my body? Would he take me away, and i

d over my belly and rushed to my core as I watched him run his tongue over

Anyone

one higher than the last. But I couldn’t make out who was talking. I couldn’t process anything other than the fear ripping me to shreds.

ece by piece, until t

e urge to vomit and

lion dollars to n

dragged back down that narrow hallway. I fought. I screamed and thrashed

bbed and sobbed, but the man holding her arms behind her back only taunted her

e through an open door. I landed on my side against something hard and cold.

urn the knob of the door with my hands still bound behind my back. The cuffs w

stepped inside. He turned on the light and gro

her side. I cowered away from him as he entered the room and shut and locked the door behind him. He knelt in front of me, tilting his he

d it again, harder. I w

my eyes and prayed because there was nothing else I could do. Was this Killian R

man wor

at what I could see of his face. He reached up, pu