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get the older man’s attention, but he lowered his gaze. “What is happening? Please, someone explain.”
    â€œI’ll explain, princess.” Mr. Worthington touched her cheek, his face so close to hers she could see the mocking amusement in his eyes. “I get to do whatever the hell I want with you for the next two hours.”
    The room spun and she was unable to breathe. No…. He had permission to bed her? Heat spread through her body as she thought of that moment they’d shared in the hall. How firm and confident his mouth had been on hers, how knowing his fingers. How he’d coaxed a fire within her that she had never experienced.
    That one encounter had lasted less than ten minutes, yet had subtly changed her ability to respond to the Council’s touches. Two hours with him would ruin her for good, which could only lead to the most hellish of punishments.
    â€œNo.” She shook her head and fled across the room, falling at Victor’s feet. “Please, no.”
    â€œStand up.” He jerked her to her feet, looking annoyed. “You’re disgracing yourself.”
    â€œPlease. You cannot mean to do this….” She was babbling, tears in her eyes now.
    Never had they given her away for another man’s personal use. The thought of it sickened her, validated the term of whore Alan Worthington had called her earlier.
    She shook her head. “I can’t do this. I won’t.”
    A hand gripped her elbow, spinning her around. She noted Franklin’s furious glare before his palm slapped across her cheek. Her head snapped to the side, the sudden stinging pain shocking her into silence.
    Her gaze connected with Alan’s and she didn’t miss the anger that flashed in his narrowed gaze or the tightness around his mouth.
    â€œFranklin,” Victor protested.
    â€œNo, she must learn.” Franklin gripped her shoulders and glared down at her. “You have no freedom, my dear. You are our possession. And if we decide to lend you out for a business deal or even to the Council’s entire army, you will spread your legs without protest.”
    Everything inside her went numb. Her emotions went strangely flat. She was a whore. She was. Stick the term Rosabelle on her all you want, she was a whore.
    â€œI will take Natalia to her bedding unit now,” Alan said and crossed the room, sliding an arm around her waist.
    She didn’t protest; was almost grateful for his strength that held her upright.
    â€œNow?” Victor’s voice rose. “What guarantees do we have that you will not take use of Natalia and then go back on your word to back us?”
    Almost to the door, he stopped them and turned around. “I have instructed my accountant to transfer five million tremas to your account in one hour as a gesture of goodwill.”
    Victor gaped, practically salivating. “I see. Well—”
    â€œIf you haven’t got the money after one hour, then come get me.” His grip around her waist tightened. “But only if it hasn’t arrived. I plan to have the fuck of a lifetime with this little filly, boys.”
    Little Filly? Some of the numbness dissipated and Talia blinked. Fuck of a lifetime? Anger filtered through her blood and she clenched her teeth. She would not make this easy for him. To hell with the punishment she’d receive later.
    â€œSo unless you boys have any more protests, I’m going to make use of my gift here.” Alan smacked her ass and then squeezed the flesh, his palm nearly covering an entire cheek.
    Her blood burned hotter. What weapons were in her room? To be more exact, what would be best to gouge his eyes out?
    â€œNo, no more protests, Mr. Worthington.” Ramirez went back behind his desk and began toying with his computer. “Enjoy your time with Natalia. You’ll find her quite agreeable.”
    â€œThank you much, boys.” Alan tipped his hat and then led her