Her Troika (The Complete Story) (Dominion Trust Book 2) by Trent Evans Read Free Book Online Page B

Erickson is the owner of this wonderful property and was instrumental in putting in place the upgraded facility we enjoy today. The Trust is eternally grateful to him.”
    “If they only knew the real you, Kurt.” Derek hid his smirk with a hand as the crowd applauded. “They’d be throwing shit at you.”
    Kurt for his part, was just barely able to keep from smiling, though he did kick Derek’s chair in response.
    “Mr. Erickson has not only graciously granted us use of this facility tonight, but he’s gone another step further in his service to the Trust.” The man at the lectern looked toward the row of stalls along the left side of the space, and Kurt turned.
    Then Derek remembered what they’d talked about earlier.
    No fucking way. This is not happening.
    He turned his head slowly, not wanting to see it, and yet needing to see it.
    Breanna.
    She was led out from the crowd of bystanders by two more of the black-suited goons, their huge size dwarfing her despite her tall stature at nearly six feet. Cuffs bound her wrists at the small of her back. Her blouse pulled tight over the breasts that haunted his shame-filled dreams, their curves something he’d only ever dared to see in his fantasies. Her black skirt clasped her hips as his hands longed to do in those fevered nighttime visions. Her high heels moved along the floor in small, mincing steps, the short chain hobble at her ankles preventing anything more.
    She resembled nothing so much as a condemned prisoner.
    “Kurt, you don’t mean she’s going to … like the other one?” Derek looked from Kurt to Breanna, now being led into the dock, the wooden gate enclosing her within.
    Kurt looked down at him with a wink. “I told you she was going up for a term, didn’t I?”
    “Do you have any requests, Mr. Erickson?” The man at the lectern cleared his throat. “Though it’s unusual to allow it, the session is inclined to grant you some accommodation, considering your generosity.”
    Kurt glanced down at Derek, their eyes meeting for the briefest of moments, a grave seriousness in his friend’s expression that he’d not seen thus far. Then he looked up once more, scanning the crowd. “No special considerations, sir. She is one for the Trust now.”
    “Very well. Gentleman? Relieve her of her clothing.”
    What the fuck?
    Derek shot up, not caring a whit that several nearby heads turned their way. “Dude, what in God’s name are you doing? She’s your wife .”
    The corner of Kurt’s mouth quirked. “She’s my slave, Derek. You understand the distinction, don’t you?”
    “Apparently, not.” Derek extended a hand toward the front. “Whatever she is to you, selling her off like a — like a piece of meat? Seriously? Have you lost your goddamned mind?”
    Kurt turned to him, lowering his voice. “Remember what we talked about? This was agreed upon — by her. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense right now, but if you stick to your word, you’ll see soon enough.”
    “So she agreed to be bought by just any random stranger here? I find that pretty fucking far from likely.”
    The guards struggled with the cuffs at Breanna’s back, discussing something amongst themselves. Her beautiful blue eyes, wide with fear looked from one person to another, as if from some quarter assistance might be found. She found none.
    “Not just any random stranger no — though she knows that’s a possibility she has to risk.” Kurt grabbed Derek’s hand, turning it palm up, laying one of the placards in his hand, curling Derek’s fingers around it. An iridescent kaleidoscope pattern of colors shimmered against the dark, varnished wood of the placard, dazzling to Derek’s eye. “But she’s got one person in mind she’d prefer.”
    “Kurt … ” Derek looked from the placard, to Breanna, then back to Kurt. “I can’t. No way in hell can I do this.”
    “It’s either that, or as you say … some stranger.” Kurt inclined his head. “I’d really