that Veronica had been trained for. She would meet the
man she would spend the rest of her life with and the one that would take her
virginity tonight. It scared the shit out of her.
Chapter Two
“Veronica Dubois.” She stepped forward, her head held in the
submissive pose as she awaited her cue to lay her eyes on her husband. “May I
introduce Master Kristoff St. Michaels for the St. Michaels Manor.” She lifted
her head, but what she saw was a very broad, very muscular chest hidden beneath
a snug white dress shirt. Craning her head even farther back, her breath
stalled as she took in the imposing and intimidating man before her. He was
quite possibly the biggest man she had ever seen, at least a foot taller than
her.
He was older than her, possibly twenty years if she were to guess,
but his skin was tanned and smooth, his blond hair styled as was in for the
times, and his green eyes were striking but also held something far darker,
something she wasn’t sure if she wanted to unlock. Their gazes held for so long
she dropped her head from the awkwardness of it. The feel of his fingers under
her chin, lifting her head up so she was forced to look at him, sent tingles of
awareness through her. This was the first time a man aside from her father had
laid a hand on her. Of course where her father’s touch had been loving
affection, Master Kristoff’s touch was filled with so much heat she felt it at
her very core. The way he watched her with his intense green eyes made her very
aware of what they would do tonight. She didn’t know anything about him, but
very soon she would know everything there was to know about the man before her.
When he let go of her chin she didn’t drop her head again, because
him forcing her to look at him had been a silent demand. Did he not like the
submissive and docile woman she was trained to be? It was all she knew, all she
had ever been taught. He handed the auctioneer a thick envelope, and she
wondered exactly how much she had been worth to him.
He took her hand and led her through the throng of men that made
up the bottom level of the auction house. There were so many men, far more the
age of her grandfather than the few younger ones that were seated in plush red
velvet seats. Of course there were more men than there were virgin women being
auctioned. Veronica’s group had been the first to go on the block, and there
were still two more sets of twenty girls to be auctioned off. Only half the men
in attendance would take home a wife today.
Many of the men turned their attention her way, and although many
of them stared at her, their eyes traveling down her robe-hidden body, the
majority of them were staring at Master Kristoff. Her husband led her out of
the building to a waiting limousine. A chauffer dressed in livery opened the
door for them and Master Kristoff ushered her inside. When he was seated beside
her and the car pulled away from the curb, Veronica was struck with intense
emotion. The money she earned tonight would go to her family. She would never
be able to see them again, not unless her husband allowed her to. This was her
life, one in which she was to always please her husband and obey his every
wish. Tightness started growing in her chest at the very idea that the life she
had known would never be anymore. She may have been watched constantly, always
being prepared for this life, but she had been given a small amount of freedom.
She had wandered her mother’s garden, smelled the red roses that climbed the
trellis, had even watched the hummingbirds drink nectar on the deck. Would her
husband allow her such freedom, or would he expect to be ready for his sexual
appetites day and night?
She looked over at him through the tiny wisps of hair that fell
across her eyes. She was shocked to see him watching her, the intensity in his
gaze sending a chill up her spine. He was so large that his body barely fit in
the small confines of the car. His long legs, stretched out in
man she would spend the rest of her life with and the one that would take her
virginity tonight. It scared the shit out of her.
Chapter Two
“Veronica Dubois.” She stepped forward, her head held in the
submissive pose as she awaited her cue to lay her eyes on her husband. “May I
introduce Master Kristoff St. Michaels for the St. Michaels Manor.” She lifted
her head, but what she saw was a very broad, very muscular chest hidden beneath
a snug white dress shirt. Craning her head even farther back, her breath
stalled as she took in the imposing and intimidating man before her. He was
quite possibly the biggest man she had ever seen, at least a foot taller than
her.
He was older than her, possibly twenty years if she were to guess,
but his skin was tanned and smooth, his blond hair styled as was in for the
times, and his green eyes were striking but also held something far darker,
something she wasn’t sure if she wanted to unlock. Their gazes held for so long
she dropped her head from the awkwardness of it. The feel of his fingers under
her chin, lifting her head up so she was forced to look at him, sent tingles of
awareness through her. This was the first time a man aside from her father had
laid a hand on her. Of course where her father’s touch had been loving
affection, Master Kristoff’s touch was filled with so much heat she felt it at
her very core. The way he watched her with his intense green eyes made her very
aware of what they would do tonight. She didn’t know anything about him, but
very soon she would know everything there was to know about the man before her.
When he let go of her chin she didn’t drop her head again, because
him forcing her to look at him had been a silent demand. Did he not like the
submissive and docile woman she was trained to be? It was all she knew, all she
had ever been taught. He handed the auctioneer a thick envelope, and she
wondered exactly how much she had been worth to him.
He took her hand and led her through the throng of men that made
up the bottom level of the auction house. There were so many men, far more the
age of her grandfather than the few younger ones that were seated in plush red
velvet seats. Of course there were more men than there were virgin women being
auctioned. Veronica’s group had been the first to go on the block, and there
were still two more sets of twenty girls to be auctioned off. Only half the men
in attendance would take home a wife today.
Many of the men turned their attention her way, and although many
of them stared at her, their eyes traveling down her robe-hidden body, the
majority of them were staring at Master Kristoff. Her husband led her out of
the building to a waiting limousine. A chauffer dressed in livery opened the
door for them and Master Kristoff ushered her inside. When he was seated beside
her and the car pulled away from the curb, Veronica was struck with intense
emotion. The money she earned tonight would go to her family. She would never
be able to see them again, not unless her husband allowed her to. This was her
life, one in which she was to always please her husband and obey his every
wish. Tightness started growing in her chest at the very idea that the life she
had known would never be anymore. She may have been watched constantly, always
being prepared for this life, but she had been given a small amount of freedom.
She had wandered her mother’s garden, smelled the red roses that climbed the
trellis, had even watched the hummingbirds drink nectar on the deck. Would her
husband allow her such freedom, or would he expect to be ready for his sexual
appetites day and night?
She looked over at him through the tiny wisps of hair that fell
across her eyes. She was shocked to see him watching her, the intensity in his
gaze sending a chill up her spine. He was so large that his body barely fit in
the small confines of the car. His long legs, stretched out in
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