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  The Virgin Auction

  Olivia T. Turner

  Contents

  Copyright

  About

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Epilogue

  More OTT

  Bonus Chapter: Daddy’s Best Friend

  The Virgin Auction

  By Olivia T. Turner

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Contains explicit love scenes and adult language.

  18+

  Copyright© 2017 by Olivia T. Turner

  These Billionaires want to pay for my cherry but he’s going to take it for free.

  I desperately needed the money.

  My virginity was the only thing I had left to sell.

  But when an Over The Top billionaire gets his hands on me, I no longer care about money…

  Max can give me more than money.

  He can give me feelings that I never knew were possible.

  He can give me his protection.

  He can give me a baby.

  Only thing is, I’m never allowed to leave…

  You down with OTT? This is an Olivia T. Turner book, which means it features a possessive and totally obsessed Over The Top male who isn’t afraid to take what he wants! If you like your book boyfriends sweet and cuddly than shut the computer off and walk away. If you like your heroes, rough, dirty and possessive to the extreme, come on in and have some fun…

  For all those who like their sex with a

  cherry on top

  1

  Max

  “What the fuck did I get myself into?”

  I shake my head as I sink into the large comfy leather chair and take a sip of the smooth scotch they provided. The lights dim inside my little room as the lights flick on behind the dark glass.

  The auction is starting.

  I’m going to kill my assistant. This was Jeff’s idea. He’s always going on and on about how I need to find a good woman in my life.

  “It will settle you down,” he always says. “You should find a girl who can help dull some of that edge you’ve got going on.”

  I like my edge. I’m as sharp as a Samurai sword and in the world of billionaires, you have to be sharp.

  Maybe Jeff has a point but fuck, a virgin auction? Who would dream up something so twisted?

  A door opens and the first girl walks out onto the stage. It’s set up like an octagon. Each side is a private booth with a virgin-loving billionaire behind it. The walls are made up of one-way glass so nobody can see who is behind it. It’s total privacy for everyone except for the timid girl who’s walking under the bright lights in the middle of it all. She’s wearing baby doll pajamas with her blonde hair done up in curls with a nice big pink bow on top.

  There’s a screen at my feet with the girl’s name and stats:

  Sarah Matthews.

  Nineteen.

  Virgin.

  5’6. 119 lbs.

  This is so twisted. The screen lights up as someone makes a bid. The bids go up in $25,000 increments. I look down at the green button on my armrest and shake my head. These creeps aren’t getting any of my hard earned cash. I don’t have to pay for girls, no matter what Jeff thinks.

  The girl is a bundle of nerves as she holds her elbow and looks around with short, jerky movements. The bidding war starts and my screen keeps lighting up as the hidden billionaires try to outbid each other.

  Sarah looks around at the black glass walls as she bites at her lips nervously. The men can see her but she can’t see the men.

  The auction comes to a halt when there’s no more bidders. Sarah’s virginity is sold for $800,000 to bidder number six.

  The door opens once again and Sarah rushes through it, looking relieved to get the hell out of there.

  I shake my head as the door slides shut. This is barbaric. I’m already playing in my head how I’m going to tell Jeff that he’s fired. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. He’s going to earn it for putting me in this horrible situation.

  I down the rest of my scotch as the door slides open again and the next girl to be auctioned is about to come out. Her stats pop up on my screen:

  Jessica Evans

  Eighteen.

  Virgin.

  5’5. 122 lbs.

  I should just leave. This is not my scene. I should just get the-

  My body jolts like I was just hit by a stun gun. She walks out and it’s like the ground has been yanked out from under my feet. If I wasn’t sitting I would have collapsed to the floor.

  She’s perfect.

  My body tightens and my chest burns as I stare at her with my heart racing. She’s the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen and I must have her.

  A heavy feeling grips my stomach as I stare at her with a dazed look. The need is more than wanting her. I must own her.

  She’s absolutely stunning, standing in the middle of the stage wearing a school girl’s outfit. Long brown hair that falls down in waves, framing the prettiest face that I’ve ever laid eyes on. She looks uncomfortable as she fidgets with the bottom of her plaid skirt that finishes way to high on her soft thighs.

  The first thought that cuts through the haze in my head is the need to cover her up. I don’t want anyone to see her. Ever.

  I explode out of my chair, pacing around the small room like a caged tiger as I stare at her with gritted teeth. Growls and snarls rip from my throat as my eyes dart around to the black walls of glass, each one hiding a pair of eyes that shouldn’t be anywhere near my girl. My Jessica.

  My hands are shaking as I clench them into fists, wanting to take the eyes of every man who’s looking at her. They’re stealing her innocence and it’s making me crazy.

  Her innocence is mine. Mine alone to take.

  Jessica’s sweet brown eyes drop to her feet as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. She looks so uncomfortable. So exposed.

  I desperately want to take her from here where I can keep her safe but I don’t know what to do. My thoughts are so fuzzy right now and I can’t think. It’s not like me. I’m usually so on the ball. So sharp. So composed.

  The sight of this girl is breaking my brain.

  She turns to me and raises her shining eyes to mine and it nearly ends me. I’m breathless as she looks straight at me with a stunned look. I can see her but she can’t see me.

  My body feels hypnotized. My skin tingles as my feet move on their own toward the glass. I don’t know who’s controlling them but it’s not me.

  She’s still staring at me as I walk up to the one-way glass, stopping a few inches from it. I see my own reflection first, looking back at me, only it’s not me. I look different. Crazed. Disheveled. Shaky. Desperate.

  This obsessed man who is practically panting for this girl can’t be me, only it is.

  I push past my reflection to look at the Goddess who is causing my body to react like this. Her gorgeous brown eyes are alive and flighty, darting around nervously as her chest rises and falls with quick s
hallow breaths.

  Her white shirt is too revealing. It falls too low, showing off her perfectly round tits and rises too high in a knot, giving me a flash of her flat stomach and heart-stopping belly button.

  My face starts to twitch as an edgy feeling consumes me. The eyes on her, it’s driving me mad. I’m overcome with a need to cover her body.

  My back is covered in sweat. I feel like I’m losing it as I stare at her, dragging my eyes past her slim hips, down to her smooth legs with the knee high socks that are hot as fuck.

  The screen at my feet lights up as the bidding begins and I feel an uncontrollable rage surge through my body at the dead men who are trying to take this beauty from me.

  Don’t they know that she’s already mine?

  I whip my body around and slam my palm down on the green button, raising the bid. I don’t care what she costs me. I don’t care if I have to eat garbage and live in a cave for the rest of my life. I just need her by my side and nothing is going to stop that from happening.

  She shakes out her hands as she takes a deep nervous breath and my pulse starts racing even more. I can’t take my eyes off her. I know in that moment that my life will never be the same. She’s in it now, whether she knows it or not and my life has a new purpose. My universe revolves around her.

  Another bid lights up the screen and my lips curl up as a snarl rips out of my throat. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. They’ll die screaming if they think they can touch her.

  I pry my eyes off of her for the split second that it takes to smash my hand onto the button, upping the bid by another twenty-five grand.

  No matter how many times I hit the button, someone else keeps trying to outbid me. Adrenaline rushes through my veins as I pace around the tiny room, cursing as these dead men keep trying to take her from me. I smash the button again and again and again.

  I don’t care what the cost of her is. I’ll pay every cent that I have until all of my billions are gone and I’m left with nothing but her.

  I just want this to be over and have her secure in my arms but these fuckers keep hitting their buttons as well.

  I slam back my scotch as the bidding crosses a million dollars. My throat is painfully dry from my rushed breathing. There’s a pounding in my ears as I hit the button again.

  When the price passes three million dollars, it’s only me and bidder number four left fighting for her.

  I glare at his window with furious eyes, dreaming of smashing through it and slitting his throat. Any competition to her must be eliminated. I don’t care if it’s murder. I don’t care if it’s barbaric. I only care about possessing her completely and anyone who threatens that must be removed from this planet.

  The second he bids, I’m smashing my fist down onto the button like a hammer. Every hit of the button makes my rage increase until it’s nearly boiling.

  When the price crosses four million I hit the green button with so much frustration that it jams.

  Pure panic seizes me as the counter counts down from ten. I claw at the button as it crosses nine, eight, seven. Each second lost is like a stab of adrenaline to my heart and I start to freak out, punching and kicking the chair, desperately trying to get the button to work.

  Six.

  Five.

  I can’t breathe. It’s not working.

  “Wait!” I scream but the sound just echoes in the soundproof room, bouncing back into my pounding ears. “I want her!”

  Four.

  Three.

  I can’t think. My hands start shaking.

  The screen turns red as the clock winds down.

  Two.

  A cold chill rips through me as every worst fear comes crashing down on me. I’m going to lose her.

  One.

  The price locks on $4,250,000. Bidder number four wins.

  My stomach drops as I fall to my knees, feeling like I’m going to puke.

  The door behind her slides open and I explode to my feet before she disappears through it and out of my life forever.

  I’ll die without her. I know because I’ll slit my own wrists if I can’t live with her by my side.

  A guttural roar erupts from my chest as I grab the chair and yank it off the ground. With a savage grunt I smash it into the dark window as hard as I can. It crashes through the glass, smashing the window to pieces.

  Jessica screams as she jumps back, jerking her head toward me. Her eyes are wide with shock as her trembling hand flies up to cover her open mouth.

  I charge through the broken glass onto the lit up stage as she gapes up at me with the most striking brown eyes that I’ve ever seen. She’s even more flawless in real life without the darkness of the glass muting her beauty.

  We just stare at each other like two souls who are finally seeing their other half for the first time. There are no words that can be said to describe what I’m feeling.

  My chest is burning, my head spinning, but I dig down deep for her.

  “I’m taking you.”

  She swallows hard as she looks up at me with a soft expression on her face. My heart nearly explodes when she nods.

  “I’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice is better than any song I’ve ever heard. Sweeter than any candy I’ve tasted. Each soft word cuts through me and strums on my soul, making my chest swell up.

  Without a second of hesitation I grab her and toss her over my shoulder. She moans as I grip the back of her soft thigh with my hand and turn back to the broken window.

  Bidder number four is banging his fists on his window in an outrage. He better hope that the glass doesn’t break because I’ll end his life before the shattered pieces hit the ground.

  I’d love to go and take care of him now but the girl on my shoulder is my top concern.

  I need to get her out of here. I need to get her to safety.

  I need to get her to my room.

  And that’s exactly where I’m going.

  I grit my teeth and run.

  2

  Jessica

  One hour earlier…

  “Put this on.”

  “What’s wrong with my clothes?” I ask, taking a step back from the thick woman. She just lets out a grunt as she shoves the school girl outfit into my chest.

  “You look like a girl who shops at a thrift store,” she barks as she looks me up and down.

  She’s got that wrong. I don’t shop at a thrift store, I steal from a thrift store.

  “Wear that and it will add at least another six figures to your price.”

  My price. I swallow hard as she rips the curtain closed in my changing stall. I hear her stomp away and curse at one of the other terrified girls.

  My hands are shaking as I change into it. It’s so revealing and I want to yank the curtain off of the pole and cover myself with it.

  I look at myself in the mirror and nearly burst into tears as I regret every decision that’s led me to this moment.

  But what choice did I have? It was the only way.

  When my father died he left me with a stack of bills that went up to my chin. He got into a grisly motorcycle accident. After a dozen or so surgeries and three weeks in the hospital, he finally let go in the middle of the night.

  The insurance refused to cover it and he left me with a measly three hundred and seven dollars in his savings account and fifty one dollars in the jar under his bed. The bank seized our tiny little house and once the last of my friends said I couldn’t sleep on their couch anymore, my only choice was to live on the streets.

  I have no family and my selfish mother took off when I was three, never to be seen again. I was on my own. I’m still on my own.

  I thought I won the lottery when a man off the street pulled up beside me in a limo and stuck a business card in my hand. It was a simple offer: Trade in my V-Card for fifty thousand dollars.

  I didn’t want to but I agreed.

  My whole life, I’ve been saving my virginity for someone that I loved but what choice did I have a
fter my father died? If I lived under a highway overpass it would only be a matter of time before someone came by and took it from me anyway. I might as well get paid for it.

  So I said yes and it’s led me to this moment; stuck in a small changing stall with my stomach rolling with nerves. My heart is pounding as I’m wishing that I could speed up time so this could all be over.

  The curtain rips open and the large woman nods in approval as she looks me up and down. “Better.”

  She grabs my wrist so hard that I let out a whimper. She turns to me with a grin. “If you think that hurts, you’re in for a hell of a surprise when you meet these men.”

  I want to ask her what she means but my mouth is so dry and I can’t find any words. She throws me in line, sandwiched between a terrified looking girl in baby doll pajamas and a girl who’s sweating nervously in a tight nurse’s uniform.

  I wonder if they got examined too. I still get nauseous when I think back to this afternoon when the woman made me strip as she stood there with a flashlight. She had to make sure that I was still a virgin.

  She looked pleased when she found out that I was.

  “When I say go,” she says, marching up and down the line of young girls like a general addressing the troops before battle. “You walk onto the stage and stand there until the door opens. There is no crying allowed. You’ll lose ten thousand dollars from your cut for every tear that I see. Look sexy and don’t forget to smile.”

  She stops in front of me and yanks down my shirt, showing more cleavage than I’d ever want to show.

  “There are hungry billionaires behind that glass that are paying big money to be the lucky one to pop your virgin cherries,” she continues. “It’s time to earn your cut.”

  The door opens and she pushes the first girl through. I take a deep breath and hold it, staring at the door as it closes like the blade of a guillotine.