Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Virgin Market | |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Dark Angel | Alexis Angel |
| Language: | English | |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B06ZZQ69B3 | |
| Book Information: | ||
Dream of me, baby girl. Prepare yourself for what I'm about to do to you... Her Father sold her to me to clear his debt. It sickens me but I accept her as payment because I see the lust for me in her eyes. How she wants her hands caressing my rugged face and ripped body. She tries to hide it but she can't. And I can't stop thinking about what I'll be doing to her. Making that virgin body quiver with the numbness of pleasure. She has no idea the depths of my depravity. But it won't be just me. Oh, no. That would be too easy. I have a partner who was also wronged by her father. Together, we need to decide whether we keep her. Or sell her. It's a twisted question - give in to love and keep her, or, punish her parents and sell her on The Market? We both know that the innocent and fragile Sarah Carlton is the sweetest thing that has crossed our paths in a long, long time. We also know that we're going to savor that sweetness as we break her, no matter what we decide... **Come enter a world of dark desires in this full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhangers but it's going to contain very mature themes with potentially dark undertones as well as scenes of MF and MFM. HEA? Always.** | ||
| Books by Author: | Dark Angel | Alexis Angel |
Prologue - Damien
I watch the rise and fall of Sarah’s chest, her breath finally slowing, and that’s all that keeps me hanging on. Every dark strand of her chocolate hair that often frames her face is tucked back into an elegant chignon. Nothing is out of place. Everything is perfect for display. A cosmetic counter’s best products are on display on her elegant, angelic features. Her face is masked in beauty, yet dripping with pain.
How did I get here?
I know how she got here. I'm the reason Sarah is here, on an auction block, trembling, for display.
I accept that Sarah is part of this. Part of making sure that the equation is solved, balanced.
But my heart and soul are ragged as I watch Sarah’s failed attempts to regain control of just her breathing.
“…Finest the Virgin Market has to offer…” one of the hosts barks as rich buyers walk past us and I catch some of his sickening words.
Through her frightened state, Sarah manages to catch some of them too. She yelps silently, fear stealing the sound from her lips, at whatever words she catches. Her mouth closes, the glossy lipstick smoothing over each lip when they press together again.
I thought Trevor, Sarah, and I had this situation figured out.
Except how could we?
Sure, my solution was entirely a half measure. Of course it didn’t work out one hundred percent. I just didn’t think it would fall apart like this.
I didn’t think I would fucking fall apart like this either.
The Virgin Market previously garnered a dispassionate response from me. These girls, and their virginity, were just another commodity to be sold and traded. So what? I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t see it as any different than any other business. I just didn’t happen to be one of their customers, or sellers.
Trevor had bought single nights on the Virgin Market before. He and I had also done some sharing in the past of decidedly non-virgins. There was a particular weekend where we shared a hot cougar who’s very elderly husband had passed and she wanted to celebrate her near infinite riches. She elected to do so impaled on both of our cocks. Afterwards, Trevor took the time to tell me that he liked younger, less experienced gals, and, would I like to try the Virgin Market?
He told me about it and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t come across outraged. I didn’t even judge him.
I was just…whatever about it.
I’ve never needed to buy women. You know that about me for sure if you know who I am.
My body makes any woman wet.
Including you.
My 8-pack abs cut with diamonds and sculpted with granite.
My bedroom eyes.
My rugged face.
My 12-inch cock.
My billions of dollars.
I am the epitome of fuckability.
Taking Sarah had been an offer I’d taken up on instantly, determining that my next move would be decided later.
When it got complicated, I asked Trevor to make sense of it. It was an intuitive move because I knew he could handle making the decision.
But I thought my solution to getting Sarah out of my mind was selling her to Trevor. Trevor even pushed me to sell her on the Virgin Market.
Yet, I couldn’t handle the thought of her belonging to anyone else but Trevor. I shared her with Trevor once, and that was fucking hot. We were selling her at the Virgin Market despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Which was fine…because Trevor was buying her and that was fine on his part. And no one would fucking know she wasn’t a virgin. Ironically, this was a business of some kind of twisted honor. At least an honor system that the girls for sale were virgins.
And then Trevor disappears before he can buy Sarah. What the fuck? I just can’t fucking bring myself to sell her to anyone else, and I didn’t think this was going to happen.
After everything, Sarah’s parents are here, suffering from seeing what's going to happen to her. Now I’m here and I can’t buy Sarah because I'm selling her…and I just want to leave.
I've already placed her up for order. I thought Trevor was running late, and would show. Now three minutes remain and in these three minutes, I'm dying a thousand deaths.
I can't satisfy the Market’s demands for a virgin without offering a replacement girl that buyers can purchase, and even if I had one, it's too goddamn late.
I face the very real risk that I'm here now, selling Sarah as a virgin to someone else, and that she will be truly lost to me, and Trevor, forever.
This is all my goddamn fault. Because what fucking mattered to me? The wrong goddamn things. I never, ever should've done any of this shit.
Trevor couldn’t possibly have forgotten or decided against buying Sarah, yet he isn’t fucking here. Isn’t answering his texts. Isn’t picking up his phone. Fuck.