The Auction (9 page)

Chapter Ten

The slow descent of Foster’s h
ead gave Tori enough to turn
away. His lips grazed her cheek. She didn’t want to be affected by him but the feel of his body, his scent, and just the lust in his eyes, reminded her of how good things had once been between them.

He nuzzled her neck and began to suck the skin just above her shoulder.

He remembered.

That was the spot that made her knees weak. Tori squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to give in to the masterful caress of his lips. She tried to focus on how much she hated him, on how much he’d hurt her, but it was all to no avail. The heat within her core was too hot to ignore. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples tightened.

Foster transferred both of her wrists to one hand, but she still couldn’t break his hold. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He was too strong for her to overpower
. Tori also doubted she could appeal to his sense of decency because he didn’t have any. The best she could hope for to distract him enough to
loosen his hold. Then she could
get away and find some kind of weapon to use against him.

He raised his head. Foster’s bright blue eyes had darkened to near black. “Because I want this, and you want me, too.”

“If you’re so certain that I do, then why don’t you release my hands?”

He chuckled. “Because I’m not an idiot. The second I let go, you’ll either attack me or try to push me off. You’ll put on a nice show of resistance because you feel you have to in order to justify the inevitable.”

Her breath hitched in her throat.
“And what’s that?”

“Me claiming every inch of this delectable body and you loving every second of it. I promise you this, sweetheart, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be screaming my name until your throat hurts.”

His arrogance was even greater than she remembered. “Don’t count on it.”

“How about we put it to the test?”

“If you try to kiss me, I’ll bite you.”

“Promise?” He pressed his lips against her neck, again finding that spot that drove her wild. Foster sucked
and nibbled on her skin
, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm.

Tori steeled herself to remain
motionless
, but that delicious ache she’d fought so hard to ignore would not be denied.

He moved his hand between their bodies and slid it beneath her blouse, not stopping until he held her breast in his palm. Giving it a squeeze, he kept his eyes trained on her face. Tori closed her eyes tight so that she couldn’t see the smug smirk she was all too familiar with.

“Open your eyes, Victoria,” he softly commanded.

“No.”

“Why not? Because you don’t want to watch when I do this?” Foster removed his hand from under her shirt only to rip it down the center, exposing her
to his hungry gaze
.

She squeezed her lids even tighter. Tori couldn’t bear witnessing his moment of triumph.

“How about this, Victoria?”

Foster pushed her
bra
up, freeing her breasts. He then circled one nipple with his the tip of his of his finger. The already taut tip, puckered until it was completely stiff. She willed herself to resist but a sigh escaped her lips.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Foster paused as if he expected a reply. She refused to give him that satisfaction.

“I missed this so much, touching you and feeling your soft skin. And I especially loved doing this.”

Tori felt the warmth of Foster’s breath on her nipple before it was surrounded by the wet heat of his mouth. She tilted her hips in an attempt to buck him off but he would not be moved. Instead, he bit her tender flesh hard enough to make her cry out. This time she did open her eyes. Seeing that blond head sucking so forcefully on her breast sent a wave of heat shooting to her core. She couldn’t keep still even if she wanted to.

Tori
was unable to
stop the moans that came
tumbling from her lips
as he licked, sucked and nibbled the tight bud until she was delirious with pleasure. He transferred his attention to the other breast and she thought she’d combust from bliss.

Without warning
Foster
released her wrist
s
as he made a decent down her body, dropping kisses
on her skin as he went
. He laved her belly button and caressed her abdomen. He’d always been so thorough, and it was apparent nothing
had
changed
in that department
.

Now that her hands were free, she could finally push him away but it seemed as if
they
had a mind of their own. She found herself digging her fingers through his wavy blond locks, actually giving him a slight push in the direction where she wanted his mouth the most.
Her pussy.

Foster
eased
her pants down her hips, taking his time to g
ive
every bit of exposed skin with
a kiss
. She whimpered with
delight
. Every single place he touched turned into an erogenous zone. The man seemed to have some kind of sexual hold over her that she did
n’t have the power to fight. Though he’d take
off
her pants with artful precision, Foster
tore her panties off without a care.

“You know I don’t like it when you wear th
ese
. A pussy this pretty should never be covered,” Foster said as he parted her thighs. He bumped his nose against her clit and inhaled. “I missed this so much.” Her capture the nubbin between his lips and sucked gently at first but with each passing second, he became more aggressive in his attack.

Tori yanked at his hair and grinded her hips against his face. She was so hot she could barely think straight. All she could
focus on in that moment was having Foster
ease the ache within her that he’d created.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned.

Foster slipped his fi
nger inside of her as he clamped
on to her clit again. Pulling his finger in and out of her, he managed to hit the right spot with enough friction to drive her near the point of completion. He added another finger, stretching her channel and giving
Tori
the maximum amount of enjoyment.

When he added yet another
digit
she couldn’t hold back any longer.
A
bolt of electricity raced through her body sending
Tori
to a quick and explosive orgasm. It had been so long since she’d experienced anything so intense.

Foster, however, continued to assault her pussy with his fingers and mouth, not giving her a chance to recover. He feasted on her like a man starving
and
pushed her to yet another powerful climax before pulling away.

Foster flipped Tori onto her stomach without warning. “On your hands and knees.”

Tori was too turned on not to obey. She eagerly complied with his command.

“Stay just like that.” He slid off the bed and quickly undressed before positioning himself behind her.

Tori looked over her shoulders to
see
him lick his fingers before placing hi
s cock
against her already throbbing pussy.
It was still as thick as she remembered.

“You’re so wet and hot for me aren’t you, sweetheart? You need this, don’t you?” “Mmm,” she moaned in response.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I-I want it.”

“Ask for it nicely.”

Her juices dripped
down her thighs. Despite already experiencing two orgasms, Tori still felt the need to be filled with his hard cock. “Please,” she whimpered.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it. Please stop teasing me. I need it! I want! Are you satisfied?”

“Not quite but I’m getting there.” The smugness in his voice had returned, but she didn’t have a chance to dwell on it because he slammed into her with enough power to rob her of all her immediate thoughts save being so thoroughly taken by him.

Foster grabbed her by the shoulders and began to plow into her hard and fast. There were no gentle strokes, no soft caresses, just hard core fucking.
This wasn’t
sex, it was complete and absolute domination and he was her master. And to Tori’s secret shame, she loved every second of it.

He went so deep inside of her, she could feel him in every single
spot i
n her body. Foster gripped her hair as he sped up. “You are mine, Victoria. You will not deny me again because you belong to me.”

He slammed into her over and over. Even when she came
yet
again, he continued. Finally, just at the point when
Tori
thought she’d pass out from sensory overload, he yelled out her name. “Victoria!” He shot his seed deep into her core before collapsing to his side, panting for breath.

Foster didn’t stay put for long. Instead, he rolled off the bed and got dressed quickly. He stared down at her. She was exhausted, barely able to lift her head, and he’d recovered like it wa
s nothing. He smiled at her
before leaning over,
moving
a stray curl away from her forehead. “I told you I could make you beg for it. Keep that in mind the next time you think to deny me again.” Without another word, he turned and left the room.

His words had the same effect of
a
bucket of water thrown directly in her face. He’d hurt her before and apparently, it looked as if he wanted to continue doing it. This was the real Foster, a sadistic bastard who enjoyed playing games. Mr. X had tortured her in ways that had made her wish she were dead, but he didn’t come close to hurting her as badly as Foster
did
. What scared Tori the most was
the knowledge that when
Foster touched her again, there w
ouldn’t be
anything she could do about it.

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Foster wasn’t sure what had come over him but the need to dominate had taken over. It was a part of him that he thought he’d had a handle on. The look in her beautiful eyes nearly crushed him. What he really wanted to do was go back to
Victoria’s room and
pull her in his arms
. Foster wanted to tell her how much he missed her and
that he thought of her every single night since they’d parted. He
wished he could
let her know that no other woman could compare to her, and that no matter what
,
he would always take care of her. Instead, he’d hurt her again.

“Fuck!” he cursed under his breath and slammed his fist into his palm. Something about delving into the crime underworld had brought out a side of him
that reveled in other people’s pain. It was the demon within that craved destruction and chaos.

One thing was certain; he had to find Macy before he completely lost all of his humanity. In the meantime, he knew of one way to get the process going.

He made his way into his office and pulled up his contact list before
taking
out a handheld cellular phone. The archaic device was rarely used anymore except in museums and exhibitions that demonstrated old technology, but they were still useful in the underworld. In his old life,
these devices were
frequently used because th
ey were untraceable on the grid. B
ut
a very cleaver hacker had figured out a way to rig them to
tap into the towers that gave holo devices their signals.

Personally, Foster
hated using them because they were only voice capable. He liked to see who he was talking to. The other downside, was when the cellular phones were used just once, they had to be destroyed because though they coul
dn’t be traced on the grid,
if the authorities got a hold of it, they could be hooked up to computers
that were able to
determine
all outgoing and incoming calls
.

Foster still had a few he’d never gotten rid of just in case an emergency. He’d debated on keeping them, wanting to destroy all traces of the life he’d once lived, but now he was
thankful for his foresight
.

He pressed the button on the phone but nothing happened. He then
remembered it required an adapter
in order to charge it up instead of the graphite batteries that were used as the main power source of small devices. Foster dug through his desk until he found charger and plugged it in. He waited a few minutes before the screen lit up and a red light shaped like a battery came on the screen. He punched in a number on the keypad that he hadn’t utilized in years.

He didn’t expect anyone to answer right away, so Foster was unprepared when a voice
spoke
on the other end.

“Name.”

“FG. 09823469797.”

“Will call back in ten minutes upon verification.”

Ten minutes later, the cell phone vibrated. “FG, here.”

“0589525698.” A click followed.

Even though it had been a while since he’d contacted anyone like this, the process had come to him so naturally, as if he hadn’t been away for several years. To get to certain people, he had to call a dummy number and leave his name and the number he could be reached on. The caller on the other end would v
erify the number to make sure it
wasn’t on the grid and then the name of the person calling. If the verification went through, the person who he wanted to contact would either return his call or the go-between would give a time when that person would call back. Sometimes the person one needed to reach didn’t want to call back, which meant they weren’t willing to do business with you. So when ten minutes passed without a callback, Foster started to worry. Maybe no one wanted to work with him because he’d distanced himself from that life. The possibility was there.

After twenty minutes he had all but given up getting a call back. Someone would have contacted him by now. With a heavy sign he was
began to put
the cellular phone away
but then
it vibrated.

“Yes?”

“Thought you were done. Turned your nose up and decided you were too good to associate with the likes of us.”

Foster pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a stress headache coming on.
“Did you only call back to gloat?”

“Not at all. I just wanted to know what could possibly be the cause of you contacting
someone like me
. Tired of rubbing elbows with all your fancy friends?”

Lars Anderson was what some called a finder. He could locate anyone at any time and he’d retrieve them. Foster had worked with him several times before. The other man, however, always seemed to resent the fact that Foster was born into
wealth
and did little to hide his disdain, although he never flat out said anything until now. Since Foster had gone completely legit, the other man probably felt comfortable enough to say the thing he probably always wanted to.

If Foster wasn’t in desperate ne
ed of his services, he’d
just say fuck it and hang up, but a job like this required the best and Lars was the best. “Are you finished?”

“Not by a long shot, but I’d be interested in knowing why you’ve contacted me. I almost didn’t call you back. But my curiosity got the better of me.”

“Of course it did. Or perhaps you couldn’t pass on the hefty fee I’m willing to pay for your services. We both know I’d never contact you any other way.”

A chuckle greeted him on the other end of the line. “Of course. There’s the arrogant rich boy I remember. So what do you want?”

“What I want is for you to do what you do best.”

“I’m listening.”

“I need you to locate a certain gentleman. This
one might
be a little tricky because he
has
some high-powered connections.”

Lars chuckled.
“Connections never bothered you before.”

“I’ve never dealt with a situation like this before.”

“Who do you need me to find?”

“Name’s Rueben Myers.”

There was a pause on the other end.

This was exactly why Foster hated these phones. He couldn’t tell why Lars had suddenly gone quiet and he couldn’t read the other guy’s expression. Finally, Lars whistled. “You’re serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

“Wow. For someone who hasn’t been in the game for a while, you’re sure asking for trouble. Look, Graham, I’ll be the first to admit that you’re not my favorite person. But if you go after this man I can almost guarantee there will be some retaliation.”

“I’m prepared to take that chance.”

“Okay, but for getting me involved in this bullshit, I’m going to have to double
my
fee.”

“Of course.” Foster expected this based on Lars’s reaction.

“So do you want the usual?”

“Just find him and bring him to the old location. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Shit. What did this guy do to you?”

“Let’s just say he stands in the way of me getting something I want.”

“Okay. Give me twenty-four hours. These things take a bit of
time
. I want half of my fee upfront and the rest when the job is done.”

“Deal
. Just send me the account you need me to
transfer the credits to
.”

“You can count on it.” Foster clicked the off button before tossing the phone in the pile of items to be incinerated.

Foster leaned back in his chair, contemplating his next move. Part of him wanted to check in on Victoria but she needed her space. He vowed when this was all over, he’d make it up to her, that was if he made it out of this ordeal alive.