The Auction (Club Indulgence Duet, #1)(13)

I sit straighter, trying to appear confident. "Of course it's still my dream."

"Then you can do that here. I'll never stop you from pursuing your music," he claims.

Unsure why his statement surprises me, I question, "You won't?"

"No. I'm not your father." His hand slides higher, and electricity in the air intensifies all around us.

I shift in my seat, pushing my hips toward him, unable to stop myself.

He curls my hair around his fist, then tugs my head back. It's the same way he did it on my twenty-first birthday. Ever since that moment, I've wondered what could have happened had my mother not interrupted us. Riggs had never touched me or been so forward before then. But I knew his loyalties were with my father. At this moment, his actions disintegrate all the questions I want to ask him about what changed, because something has.

His face hovers over mine, challenging me in the same manner as all those years ago, yet now, no one is here to interrupt us. For some unknown reason, he's no longer worried about me being my father's daughter, or my age, or whatever it was that stopped him from pursuing me when I was younger. His deep voice rolls through the air as he demands, "What's it going to be, Blakely?"





4





Riggs





I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me when she walked on stage.

Blakely Fox.

So that's what she's been going by.

I like it better than Gallow, but I can only imagine what Hugh will say when he finds out the one thing he's been searching for all these years was right under his nose.

What were the chances of her being here?

Never in my wildest dreams did I peg her to have hidden submissive tendencies. Sure, I'd thought about how I'd turn her into one if given a chance, but for her to be so curious about it, she's willing to let herself be bid on...

Jesus, help me.

And the outfit she's wearing. I didn't think she'd have it in her to prance around in the cheap bra and thong.

Her blonde hair is now dark, with blueish-purple highlights weaved throughout her thick locks. I would have said it's a sin for her to have done it since there are few natural blondes in L.A., but she pulled it off. It gives her an edgier look, and I know damn well the Gallows would hate it.

It makes me love it even more.

The irony of it all has me almost giddy. I couldn't have planned for the timing of this to be any better. In all the things I plotted in my head about how to take down her father, this was never an option.

I had it on my list to seduce Madelyn, not because I'm interested in the drunk floozy but just to irritate Hugh. Once his friends found out, he'd be more pissed than when he discovered the other men he found her with over the years.

But his little girl...the one who embarrassed him by running away and showing all his cronies he couldn't control her...

This is too perfect. It's better than fucking Madelyn. And it'll be the final nail in the coffin to take Hugh Gallow down.

Plus, I'm going to enjoy every second of breaking his long-lost daughter and training her to be my perfect little pet.

My cock's never been harder. The girl I couldn't forget, the one I've wanted to defile for almost a decade, is sitting in my house and staring at me, debating about signing my contract.

At least, she wants me to think she's debating, but I know she's not. She stepped on that stage begging for this. Now, I'm offering her everything she could ask for on a silver platter.

And she's going to be mine for a year. Long enough to have my fun and destroy Hugh in every way possible.

Blakely doesn't answer me about my offer, so I give her an ultimatum. "I need an answer, Blakely. Are you signing or walking?" I graze my index finger over her wet slit.

She inhales sharply, her eyes widening.

"Calm chaos," I mutter, watching her blues dance in the dim light.

Her lips curve, and she softly replies, "Your oxymoron."

I point to the darkness, claiming, "When you wake up, you're going to look out that window, and you'll see it. Every morning you're here, you'll watch the ocean morph into it."

"Did you ever think of me?" she blurts out, then her cheeks turn to fire. She glances at the ceiling, takes a deep breath, then pins her focus on me again. She adds, "When you were surfing and realized it was calm chaos." A mix of hope and anxiety fills her expression.

I answer honestly, "Yes." I tap the papers. "Now, sign the contract, pet."

"Pet?" she asks, her lips parted.

I groan inside. That mouth of hers has haunted me. I reach for her and slide my hands under her body, lifting her onto my lap.

"Riggs! What—" She bites her bottom lip.

I drag my finger between her cleavage, then slip it under the cheap material, stating, "Pets learn to be obedient and get rewarded. They're also mine to touch...to stroke...to train. They get taken care of, but I guarantee you that you'll feel more pleasure than you ever thought you could, even when I mix it with pain." Her nipple hardens under my finger, and I pinch it.

She gasps, jumping slightly. Her breath turns to shallow intakes.

I keep my fingers pressed firmly around her, and she squirms on my lap, her skin turning hotter. I press my forearm over her thighs.