Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series Blake, Carina (e reader books .txt) 📖

what to say to the man waiting for an answer because I’m not interested, but my father answers for me. “Five hundred K.”

My stomach lurches at the idea of him being the one to steal my virginity. He reaches out, cuffing my bicep. “I’ll take—"

“Your fucking hands off of her right now if you want to take another damn breath.” I look up to see the scowling sexy bastard from earlier. He’s glaring at the spot where the guy’s hand is on my arm. He tugs me out of the guy’s grip before the man has a chance to let go.

He grabs my hand and leads me away from both men. My hand tingles in a flush of electricity so profound that I hold tight and I don’t want to let go. Another man with a hint of grey at his temples arches his brow, giving him a strange look, but all my captor does is nod and the man’s expression changes. They share a brief conversation, but I don’t hear anything except the pounding of my own heart. The wine must be going to my head or maybe it’s his touch—either way, I feel euphoric.

He doesn’t say a word as we walk quickly upstairs and then down a corridor.

“Excuse me, but where are you taking me?” I ask foolishly. Obviously, he wants to get what he’s paying for. Suddenly I hate him, and yet I want him at the same time. How is that even possible? He’s my best option, and yet I know that I’m nothing but a conquest on his belt. He must have some serious issues to pay that much money for a virgin. It’s not like I’m going to be any good.

“To bed,” he bites out through clenched teeth without slowing his movements.

“But…” I stammer, unsure of what to say. I’m not sure what I expected, but something about him gives me hope that this won’t be a bad experience. So far, he’s stiff and seems angry at me like I’m the one forcing him, while I’m being dragged along.

He stops in front of a door where another man in a suit stands. Shit—he’s not going to invite that man to have me too? “Make sure no one tries to get in here. I want privacy.” He opens it and leads me inside.

“But…”

“But what? You want that money given to your handler, right?” he asks, slamming the door closed and leaning on it as if I’m going to escape.

“I do, but…”

He locks the door and then walks over to the bar, pouring a glass of a dark liquid and then taking it over to a large chair in the corner of the room. “Speaking of butts—strip.” A low grunt escapes his throat as he rakes his eyes over my body. His stern voice demands I comply while my own need screams for me to submit. Who is this woman, and what happened to the prude I used to be?

“I’ve never done this before,” I tell him as I grab the strap of my dress.

He scoffs. “I sure as fucking hope not or there’s going to be a lot of dead bodies around.” Of course he’d be pissed since he spent a fortune on my virginity. “What’s your name?”

“Dove Falcone. And you?” I’m sure he’s not going to tell me so as not to create a familiarity between us, and yet I need to know, although I can’t explain why it’s important.

“Victor Serrano. From this moment on, you’re going to do everything I say.” A shiver runs through me in the most delightful way, even though I know it’s wrong—so wrong.

3

Victor

I take the steps up the wide staircase at a light jog when the insane urge returns and becomes unbearable. Something in me begs me to investigate the electricity that jolts toward me when I see her, but still I ignore it. There’s nothing here for me, and most certainly not something I’d pay to have. I didn’t come here to buy a young lady’s virginity, I remind myself. I think it’s fucking disgusting, but I came to make a deal with one of the Italian mobsters in America. A criminal who’s willing to sell her to the most eager old dick.

Shaking my head, the thought of someone else touching her only adds to my fury at this entire situation.

I scan the crowd, looking for her as a group of young ladies stare in my direction, inching closer. I can tell what they’re thinking; unfortunately, they’re going to be sorely disappointed. I’m the youngest man in the room and considered the most handsome by far, but I’m not interested.

Finally, my eyes land on my little beauty in a cheap black dress again; I’m floored by the desire she stirs in me. Suddenly, an idea strikes that I can use to justify my actions—she’ll be the one to give me heirs.

I watch and grow more and more furious at the scene before me. The way her fucking pimp has his hand on her chin and then forces her to drink pisses me off. I’m already halfway there when a stupid fucker dares to put his hands on her. He touches what belongs to me. I could kill him, and that makes me angrier. Where has this possessive rage come from? Why her? She’s beautiful and sexy, but she’s probably ten years younger than me. She’d be better off with Hector. I growl at that idea, immediately dismissing it as I irrationally get pissed at my brother.

Enraged, I rip her from their grasps and signaled to Fernando, who’s standing guard at the edge of the steps, to come. “Pay them what you must.” He looks at me with curiosity but quickly stifles any questions he has.

“Yes, sir.” He nods and leaves to make the deal. One of Avanti’s men approaches. “Sir, you must know there are other bidders for her. If you do not seal the deal tonight, so to speak, she may be bought out from