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he knew Ruby was that female.
    “I don’t know what to ask.” He clenched his jaw. This felt like a tug and pull with a child. But she started speaking again. “What’s your name? How old are you? Where am I and how long do you plan on keeping me here? What do you do since it is clear you’re wealthy enough to buy a stolen human being? And why do you feel you even need to buy a woman?” She rambled off the questions, and although she was attempting to sound genuine, there was no doubt in his mind that she was trying to show her stubborn will. But she would realize that he was the only dominant one in this coupling. She asked that last question quickly, as if she had been slightly unsure if she wanted to tread that territory once more. He let it slide, though. This was her first night, and he could be a lenient man, but she would follow his rules, and if she thought to break them after that, well, than he would deliver a very delicious punishment.
    “My name is Gavin Darris. You are at my home in Europe, far, far away from civilization.” He grinned at her, making her aware that if she thought of escaping she wouldn’t get very far in finding someone to help her. “And I plan on keeping you here for a very long time, Ruby.” He ran his finger along his napkin but kept his focus on her. “My work doesn’t concern you, aside from the point that occasionally I must travel, and when that is the case you will stay here. I’m thirty-seven, and no, I don’t need to purchase women, but just because I don’t need to doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” She kept running her finger along her fork, and he saw the slight tremble in her hand.
    “Am I the first woman you’ve purchased, or do you have a harem stashed somewhere in this house?” He could tell by her voice that she wasn’t trying to fight with him on this question. She was truly curious.
    “You are the first female I have ever purchased. And the last.” Her eyes widened slightly. Gavin watched her run her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip, and his cock, which had gotten instantly hard when he saw her enter the dining room, grew harder still.
    “Can you at least tell me what you plan on doing with me?”
    “Don’t play coy. You know exactly what I plan to do with you. Why else would a man purchase a female from an auction if not to enjoy her body?” He brought his wine glass to his lips and took a long swallow while watching her over the rim. She picked up her fork and started moving the food around her plate. “You don’t like the grilled salmon?” She glanced up at him, but quickly averted her eyes. “I asked you a question, Ruby.” She looked up at him again and set her fork down.
    “No, in fact I don’t.” He knew she probably meant to sound stronger, but those words came out in a whisper.
    “You don’t like seafood?” He wiped his mouth with the linen napkin and set it down. Gavin leaned back in his seat and wrapped his fingers around the stem of his wine glass.
    “Being kidnapped and held captive has a way of ruining a person’s appetite.”
    He cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, I suppose it does.” He stared at her for several seconds. She started to fidget again. “Do I make you nervous?” She looked at him with shock written across her face, although it was a rhetorical question because he knew he did. She didn’t answer, but once again looked down at her lap. “Look at me, Ruby.” She didn’t, and he slammed his fist down on the table, knocking over his wine glass. The chardonnay spilled across the white tablecloth, but his focus was on the young women across from him. She was now looking at him, her eyes wide and her back pressed all the way against the back of the chair. Gavin leaned in and rested his forearms on the table. “Since my politeness in starting a civil conversation is not going over the way it should, I will have to just have to do this the hard way.” She audibly swallowed. “This is your new home, Ruby.