Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,21

didn’t try selling me to the highest bidder long before now.

Because he had other uses for you.

Weston’s head snaps to me, a devious glare, his eyes roving over my breasts, to where the material hangs loosely open at my cleavage, which is pushed up seductively in an underwire bra. My hand instinctively rises in modesty to cover myself.

“Taking turns fucking her won’t get us what we need,” Weston sneers, his lips curling at the corners. Tipping his head to the side, he licks his lips and cocks an eyebrow. “Although, it’s been a long time since I’ve had virgin pussy. It might be a nice change.”

“Enough.” Faron’s stern command has Weston’s head whipping toward him, as Faron leans in across the table shaking his finger at his brother in admonishment. “For now, she’s off limits to you two, until I say when. Do you understand me?”

At first, I’m relieved to hear how protective Faron is of my virginity and virtue. The kisses we’ve shared mean something to him, as well. But then realization dawns and understanding comes into view.

Does he mean to share me with his brothers?

Chapter 11

Faron orders me some champagne, which I gulp down much too fast, as the three men discuss something about a deal they’ve brokered that they need to gain entrance into a party in a castle outside of Paris tomorrow night.

I’m paying very little attention, as most of my focus reverts to the stages. I sip my champagne that a waitress brought over, engaging only when I’m pulled into the conversation.

“This is where you are going to make yourself useful to us, Gemma,” Faron murmurs in my ear, as I get a whiff of his expensive masculine scent.

My head is filled with bubbles and a lightweight sensation, an intoxication from the champagne and music, the dark, sensual atmosphere of the club, and Faron’s own power over me. I seem to go weak at just the sound of his voice, but then mix in his scent and the delicious feel of his fingertips as they glide over my skin on my shoulders, and I’m panting with desire, willing to do whatever they need from me.

All I want is to go someplace where I can be alone with him. To let him do things to me that no other man has ever done. To touch me in the place where I’ve grown damp and wet and pulsing for him.

A very attractive woman in heels wearing a short, sparkly halter dress stops at our table next to Roman, waving to the men before leaning down and whispering in his ear. The smile that overtakes his face is downright sinful, as he stands, nods to his brothers, and begins to follow the woman down a dark hallway leading to a door where yet another bouncer stands post. I’m intrigued as I watch the movement of his hand as it slides down the woman’s bare back and then tugs the back of her skirt up to grab her bare ass.

Faron notices my obvious disbelief, and leans in close, his hand on top of my thigh. “Are you curious about where they’re heading off to? And what they’re going to do?”

I deny with a shake of my head, but he chuckles a knowing laugh.

Across the table, Weston fishes out his phone from his jacket pocket, looks down to read a message, and then abruptly stands. “I’ve got to head back down to the Edge to handle a delivery. I’ll see you later.”

He thumps a hand over Faron’s shoulder as he passes and glares at me before he disappears.

Now on my second drink of the night, my tongue and body tingle with a foreign weightlessness, the edges of my reason growing fuzzy and loose. Leaning up to Faron’s ear, I ask, “What is this place?”

“A private club.”

I scoff. “Obviously. But is it…is it a sex club?”

Faron looks around the room, sweeping his hand wide. “Do you see any sex happening right now?”

I look around at the stages, where women are naked and bare, dancing seductively, touching themselves, and inviting men to touch, as well. The room is full of tables where men watch and drink and talk. But there’s no physical sex.

“Well, technically no. But the women…that’s not normal to see. That woman over there was getting herself off. In front of everyone.” I mouth the words in a loud whisper, which he finds funny.

Faron raises an eyebrow and bellows a laugh, his hand skimming down my arm, grazing the side