Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right

Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right

By:  Celice Wylder  Updated just now
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Homeless and desperate to get off the streets, Quinn Maree is lured to an underground auction where she sells her virginity to the highest bidder. To everyone's surprise the notoriously dangerous and devastatingly handsome crime boss, Troy Bailey, makes an outrageous bid for her virginity. Troy Bailey is not what he appears to be. The man who bought Quinn is a Lycan Prince. A werewolf forged in blood and magic, and he has big plans for her. ** Hm,”Troy grunted and promptly got up, returning to his perch on the windowsill. "I won't force myself on you. Honestly, Quinn, I'd rather jerk off than f-ck you.” I didn't know if I should be insulted or relieved. "If you're just going to lie there, a half-dead receptacle for my cum, masturbation would be more enjoyable anyway. I'd probably be more enthusiastic about it than you are." I blushed at his brutally straightforward, and painfully honest words. "I will wait until you submit willingly and give yourself to me freely...because you want to, not because I paid you.” **

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Off to a great start! Very interesting!
2023-09-19 06:36:39
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Delinda Schumacher
11 chapters 9-12-23
2023-09-13 09:10:42
76 Chapters
Chapter 1
QuinnThe heavens opened and rain poured down on the city, washing the filth in the streets away, and soaking me down to the bone within minutes.The hot asphalt rapidly cooled down and steam rose up from the black top, making the air thick and heavy until it felt like I was trying to breathe under water.I barely paid attention to any of the people rushing past me, looking for cover.I needed to get to the shelter. Fast. When it rained, the beds filled up quickly, and they operated on a first come, first serve basis. There were other shelters in the city, but I preferred the woman’s only one – I felt safer there – and I never strayed too far from it.The first time I had to go to a homeless shelter, I didn’t know what I was doing and ended up in a co-ed shelter where men and women slept in the same rooms without any supervisors to make sure the women wouldn’t be molested during the night.I woke up with a filthy old man on top of me, running his slimy tongue up the side of my face wh
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Chapter 2
QuinnI had one last question for Caroline before we left the warmth and comfort of the coffee shop. “Why are you doing this? You can’t stand me.”“Tsk, Quinn,” she clucked her tongue at me. “We were stupid kids. It’s in the past. I'm trying to be a better person. We all need a helping hand from time to time. There is no shame in it.” For once, Caroline looked and sounded sincere,I was a downright idiot for believing her.Caroline took me to a part of the city I had never seen before. I didn’t ever dare come this way. The women at the shelter always talked about it and warned others to avoid uptown. It was for the filthy rich, and we were not welcome here. They didn’t want their perfect little illusions shattered by the image of dirty, homeless people littering their streets.Not that I blamed them. I used to be one of them, and I was fairly certain I once held the same view of the world these people held.Caroline drove around the back of what she called, ‘Club Ninety-Nine’ but it l
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Chapter 3
Quinn The room Caroline took me to was a lot cleaner than the one we left behind. Other, half-naked women, were already here, bustling around, getting ready for the auction. They were all quiet, and they all had the same dead look of defeat in their eyes. Caroline showed me to an unoccupied chair and ordered me to leave my ratty old backpack on it before she took me to the bathroom. At least it was clean and it smelled good, unlike the showers at the shelter that always smelled of cheap soap and mildew. She handed me a toiletry bag, a single pair of black panties, a towel and a new razor. “Shave yourself,” she said. “Everything, including your cunt.” The kind, soft-spoken young woman from the coffee shop was gone, replaced by a harsh, vulgar one. Her eyes were cold and cruel. This was almost better – at least I knew and understood this Caroline. I could kick myself for trusting her. I should have known that she didn’t give a shit about me, but I wanted to believe her, and I foole
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Chapter 4
TroyThe girl hung hot and heavy against my back, but I could feel her bony ribs and hips sticking sharply into my chest.I shifted my hands a little higher so I wouldn’t touch her bare skin, but it didn't help much. I was still very aware of the sparks that crackled and popped between us. It drove me absolutely bat shit crazy.She didn’t put up a fight when I grabbed her, and even as I walked with her through the crowded club, she didn’t struggle against me, just quietly accepted her fate.I ignored the death glares from the men around me. I was so used to it that it didn’t even register. Club Ninety-Nine was neutral ground. No one here was allowed to start a war or fight each other. Donovan, the co-owner, had a mantra: Leave your beef at the door.If I could, if I didn’t respect the rules put in place, I would have grabbed the girl and simply took her. She was mine, and where I came from, under our laws, I had every right to take what was mine.But this wasn’t my world. It was the h
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Chapter 5
Troy As soon as we came home, I handed Quinn off to Sebastian and Missus Lowry, my housekeeper. I went straight to bed, where I spent rest of the night rerunning the moment Gary made a grab for Quinn’s privates over and over in my head. I recalled the flicker of fear in her eyes, the deep black bruise around her left nipple, the finger marks on her cheeks, the angry purple contusions on her thighs, and the way she tried to close her legs when that scumbag went to grab her. By the time the sun came up, I was good and angry and ready to break someone’s fingers one by one until they begged me for mercy. I took a long, hot shower, ignoring my persistent wolf that kept trying to force his way to the surface so he could run off to kill Gary. It took me a long time to get control of the beast. He was borderline psychotic and bred for a single purpose – to be a killing machine in my father’s unending war against the four other Lycan kingdoms. I leaned with my forehead against the cool sho
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Chapter 6
Quinn For once, I woke in a dry, warm, soft bed with a cosy, clean pillow under my head that wasn’t crawling with lice. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, trying to remember the last few hours as best as I could. Troy disappeared the moment we walked into his massive, three-storey mansion. I hadn’t seen or heard anything from him since. Sebastian brought me up to this bedroom. It had an empty wardrobe and an empty dresser, but the bed was beautiful, modern, and made up with pretty white and blue linens. There was a single piece of modern art against the wall, and the gleaming hardwood floor was broken up by a large, light blue area rug. The bathroom was bigger than the one I had when I still lived at home. Everything inside was clean and smelled glorious. The counters were dark granite, off-set by large white tiles and black cabinets. There were large, deliciously clean and fluffy towels, and the floor was comfortably warm under my feet. Everything I needed was already in the bath
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Chapter 7
Quinn Walking down the three flights of stairs to the lobby was a challenge. I tightly held on to the railing as I carefully made my way down the wide staircase. I always found going down more difficult than going up. The mansion was magnificent. Instead of displaying his wealth in the form of expensive art, glittery chandeliers, and gaudy statues, Troy decided to fill the space with beautiful, healthy plants and water features. There was no clutter, no extra furniture where they weren’t needed, and only a few pieces of exquisite, tasteful oil paintings, breaking up the bare, sparkling white walls. The whole place screamed of understated wealth. The dark, granite floors were comfortably cool under my bare feet, and the place was absolutely spotless. There wasn’t a single speck of dust or cobweb in sight. We had a full staff at my childhood home, working around the clock to keep the place in order, and we’d still come across dust, dirty floors and cobwebs. It was nearly impossible
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Chapter 8
Troy Doctor Jacobs knocked and entered my office upon my command. He put his heavy black bag on the floor and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “Do you want a drink?” I asked. “Just water, thank you, I have more patients to see.” I pushed away from my desk, and went to the small bar fridge to get the doctor his water before I walked around it to perch on the edge of my table as I always do when someone I know and trust is in my office. “How is she?” “She’s malnourished and dehydrated, but in good health, all things considered.” He spent nearly an hour with Quinn, and I wasn't satistifed with his answer. “What about her foot? Is there something you can do?” The doctor woefully shook his head. “I can’t tell you. Without imaging, an MRI would be best, I can’t tell how extensive the damage is.” "When do you need her to go?" "She declined further medical attention." I snorted loudly. “When do you need her to go?" I repeated the question. "We can fit her in next week, but
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Chapter 9
TroyQuinn’s heart raged like a storm when I opened the closet in the small bedroom and lifted the hidden trapdoor that led to the bunker under the cabin.I went down first, standing at the bottom of the ladder, ready to catch her if her foot failed and she fell, but she managed the descend well. Going back up might be a problem, but I’d worry about that when we got there.I caught her in my arms when she took the last step and landed on the dirt floor. I didn’t need to do it, she was steady on her feet, but I wanted to. My treacherous heart flipped over when I held her, and electricity coursed through my body.Her heart slowed down and the wild breathing that stormed past her lips evened out. She had to be aware that the way she reacted to my touch wasn’t normal. Even pureblood humans could feel the mate bond to some extent.The air in the bunker was thick and musty. It smelled of the earth and the stagnant blood of the many people that had bled down here over the years. It reminded
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Chapter 10
Troy The rubber mallet was perfect for Quinn. It caused Gary’s fingers to break, but there wasn’t a lot of blood. The first time she brought the hammer down, it didn't cause him much pain, and the damage was minimal. “Try hitting him a little harder,” I said. She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her. I was so fucking hard, and my penis bent at an awkward, painful angle that made it difficult to think. I stepped away, back into the gloom, and undid my jeans, reaching inside my boxer briefs to adjust my erection before zipping up again. “Does…does violence turn you on?” Quinn asked behind me, a little uncertain still, but braver now. “Watching you does,” I said, sticking to my new honesty above all else rule. “If it were just
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