Highest bidder

EAGAN

"That's her, right?" Liam asks with a bit of apprehension. "The girl you…"

"Yes. It's her." I stop him from going into details. I know what he's gonna say. And I hate to hear him always say it.  

For the last six months, I've tried to convince myself that possessing Love Island City is my only obsession. But that's a fucking lie.

Deep down, there's a more corrosive obsession, eating me up slowly. I don't fucking admit it, not even to myself. But at night, when I'm going crazy, locked in my bathroom with my hard cock in my wet grip, jerking off to her face on my phone's screen and nutting on the bathroom floor — only then do I admit that I'm fucking obsessed and crazy over the little sexy doll from the orphanage. Astrid Sage.

Terribly young and naive. Innocent but fucking sexy. She's everything I'm unfamiliar with in my choice of women, but I still can't get her the fuck out of my head.

It started with my first visit to the orphanage. Seeing her with the other kids, I'm not sure how, but I singled her out. 

I spent months trying to figure out what it was about her that got me enchanted at first sight. Was it her sweet, gummy smiles? Or the calm aura around her that can placate even the most troubled minds? Her calm aura that was calling out to me? Or is it the fact that she would secretly peer at me each time I visit?

No, it wasn't that. I already took notice of her before she started the peering game. 

It had to be her smiles, her aura, and her gaze. Those deep, blue eyes had dug into my soul at first glimpse. And while everyone says that I have the eyes of the devil, she might have found something interesting in them. She might have been excited by the darkness in my eyes because she didn't look away. Not until I broke eye contact. 

Still, she was watching me. My every move. Every step I took. I felt her gaze on me. Maybe out of curiosity, but she was watching. And I couldn't help but steal glances at her too.

It wasn't the first time a girl stared at me. I get that lot. But there's something different about hers. There's this innocence, with a slight touch of excitement. She found my darkness fascinating. And that's what got me hooked.

I began visiting the orphanage more frequently than I should just to refresh my memories of her. I've got one hell of a tight schedule, but I make time once every month to visit. 

Of course, I bring a lot of donations but in exchange, I get to see her again. And there's always this inflation in my ego each time she stands beside the door, peering at me, giggling to herself.

I try not to make her realize that I notice what she's doing. So I let her stare and when she's not staring, I'm the one ogling at her body. 

Boobs, the perfect size. Pert ass that could use a lot of spanks and kisses. Legs that I would love to have around my waist while I thrust into her tight pussy. Lips, full and sensual that would look better when I chew on them. I wanna touch every inch of her body. I want her naked, under me. But I know it's impossible so I just settle with ogling at her.

Liam says I'm obsessed with her. He's the first person to give a name to what I was feeling for the young, sexy doll. OBSESSION.

Yeah, I'm quite an obsessive devil. But I didn't wanna believe that I was obsessed with some young, naive chick from the orphanage. It didn't sound right. 

But with each day that passes, I find myself drowning in my silly, dark fantasies about her. I took secret photos of her in one of my visits so I have a bit of her close to me. 

So yeah, it finally dawned on me. I'm obsessed with Astrid Sage. The twenty-year-old girl who knows nothing about who I really am.

I wanna do a lot of shit to her twenty years old body. I want to fuck her face and nut right on her tongue and watch her lick every bit of it.

I wanna do a lot of dark, kinky shit that her body wouldn't be able to take. I want to ride her to the greatest pinnacle of pleasure and watch her go fucking breathless under me.

I wanna do a lot of things to her but I can't. For the past six months, I believed I couldn't. So I bottled up my feelings. But right now, I'm not so sure anymore.

Seeing her up there and watching the crowd go into a frenzied bid for her has me in knots. I feel like a cornered beast, unsure of how to break free. What the fuck am I gonna do?

"6 million dollars!"

"7 million dollars!"

"10 million dollars!"

"Are you gonna let them take her?" Liam asks in a hushed whisper.

"What will you have me do? I can't bid for her!" Irritated as fuck, I try to chill a bit. But I can't. Not with the wild bidding going on. She's a fucking big deal. Everyone here seems to wanna have her. And that's driving me fucking insane.

"Why can't you?"

"Because then she'll find out about my real Identity, piece of shit!"

I hate to admit it. But right now, being Eagan King isn't so exciting anymore. I'll give anything to be Frederick Salvatore. 

Everyone in Love Island City knows Eagan King. I'm like a fucking myth. A horrific myth. The devil in human form. I have quite a reputation. 

But only those involved in the dark world know what I look like. Innocent folks like Astrid don't know the face. All they know is the name.

When I went to the orphanage, I couldn't give them my real name. I didn't wanna scare them like that. So I gave a fake name, Fredrick Salvatore.

If I bid her now, she'll realize that I lied. She'll know my true identity and that bothers me a great deal. I don't know why but it fucking does. 

"20 million dollars!" The last bidder yells. I check for who owns the voice. Vicious-fucking-Hunt!

"20 million dollars! Anyone else??! The organizer yells enthusiastically.

No one else gives a bid. She's about to get sold to Vicious. If there is a right time for me to speak, it's now.

"Would you rather send her off to Vicious?" Liam says into my ear. "Can you live with that?"

I know he's goading me and it's working. Because the next second, I'm saying the most ridiculous shit ever.

"50 million dollars!"

A pin-drop silence takes over the crowd and like I expected, all eyes fall on me.