THE VIRGIN MARKET
A DARK MFM ROMANCE
ALEXIS ANGEL
NAUGHTY ANGEL PUBLISHING
CONTENTS
Description for The Virgin Market
Also by Naughty Angel Publishing
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A Note From Alexis and Lana
Another Word From Alexis
Prologue - Damien
1. Sarah
2. Damien
3. Sarah
4. Damien
5. Sarah
6. Sarah
7. Sarah
8. Sarah
9. Sarah
10. Damien
11. Trevor
12. Trevor
13. Sarah
14. Sarah
15. Sarah
16. Sarah
17. Sarah
18. Trevor
19. Damien
20. Sarah
21. Sarah
22. Sarah
About the Author
A Note From The Authors
Description
23. Lance
24. New York Daily Journal
25. Jocelyn
26. Lance
27. Jocelyn
28. Jocelyn
29. Lance
30. Jocelyn
31. Lance
32. Jocelyn
33. Lance
34. Lance
35. Jocelyn
36. Lance
37. Jocelyn
38. New York Daily Journal
39. Lance
40. Jocelyn
41. New York Daily Journal
42. Lance
43. Jocelyn
44. Lance
45. New York Daily Journal
46. Jocelyn
47. Jocelyn
48. Lance
49. New York Daily Journal
50. Jocelyn
52. Jocelyn
53. Lance
54. Jocelyn
55. Lance
56. New York Daily Journal
57. Jocelyn
58. Lance
59. Michael
60. Jocelyn
61. New York Daily Journal
62. Epilogue - Jocelyn
63. Lance
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Description
64. Arsen
65. Ashley
66. Ashley
67. Arsen
68. Ashley
69. Arsen
70. Ashley
71. Arsen
72. Ashley
73. Arsen
74. Ashley
75. Arsen
76. Ashley
77. Arsen
78. Ashley
79. Arsen
80. Ashley
81. Arsen
82. Ashley
83. Arsen
84. Ashley
85. Arsen
86. Ashley
87. Arsen
88. Ashley
89. Arsen
90. Ashley
91. Epilogue - Ashley
Dirty Lil’ Angels
Description
92. Fiona
93. Danny
94. Fiona
95. Danny
96. Fiona
97. Danny
98. Fiona
99. Danny
100. Fiona
101. Danny
102. Fiona
103. Fiona
104. Fiona
105. Danny
106. Fiona
107. Danny
108. Fiona
109. Danny
110. Fiona
111. Epilogue - Fiona
Also By Mona Cox
Dirty Lil’ Angels
112. The Virgin Market - Another Epilogue
Preview - Alicia Vs. Billionaire
113. Alicia
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The Virgin Market
A Dark MFM Romance
By Dark Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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DESCRIPTION FOR THE VIRGIN MARKET
Dream of me, baby girl. Prepare yourself for what I’m about to do to you…
HER FATHER SOLD her to me to clear his debt.
IT SICKENS me but I accept it because I see the lust for me in her eyes. How she wants her hands caressing my rugged face and ripped body.
SHE TRIES to hide it but she can't. And I can’t stop thinking about what I'll be doing to her.
MAKING that virgin body quiver with the numbness of pleasure. She has no idea the depths of my depravity.
BUT IT WON’T BE JUST me.
OH, no. That would be too easy. I have a partner who was also wronged by her father.
TOGETHER, we need to decide whether we keep her.
OR SELL HER.
IT'S a twisted question - give in to love and keep her. Or give in to vengeance and give her up on The Market?
IT'S TOO bad that Sarah Carlton is so untouched. An innocent and fragile girl who is the very picture of sweetness.
And we’re going to savor that sweetness as we break her, no matter what we choose.
_**COME ENTER a world of darkness in this full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhanger but it's going to contain very mature themes with potentially dark undertones as well as scenes of MF and MFM. HEA? Always.**_
Dedicated to Lana Angel
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A NOTE FROM ALEXIS AND LANA
Well hello there, ladies!
If you’ve read any Alexis Angel, Mona Cox, or some other titles from Naughty Angel Publishing, then you know that we’re all about fun and the sexy sexy.
But there is a part of us that likes sexy sexy and still wants to be dark. Like pink and fluffy is only fun when we also explore the cold and dark parts of us, ya know?
So just be aware here, that the pages ahead are not going to be the happy go lucky sex romps that end in sweet love stories like you’ll find in other Naughty Angel Publishing books.
Sure, there is a HEA and no cheating or cliffhangers. But there are some dark and mature themes here that have potential triggers and it’s good that you know. It’s definitely a lot more dark in it’s tone, but we enjoyed putting it together and hope you like it as well.
Kisses!
Alexis xoxox
Lana xoxo
ANOTHER WORD FROM ALEXIS
Hey babes!
Amazon has a problem with Page Flip. If you’re hitting the end of thi
s book, and it asks you to go back to the first page, then PLEASE DON’T. If you’re reading on Kindle Unlimited, none of the pages will get counted as a read.
Even if it’s asking you to go to the beginning and review, please close the book at the page you end at after the story - there is a bonus book after this - and then review if you need to.
The Page Flip issue seriously kills page reads for me, so I’m thanking you in advance!
Love!
Alexis xoxoxox
PROLOGUE - DAMIEN
I watch the rise and fall of Sarah’s chest, her breath finally slowing, and that’s all that keeps me hanging on. Every dark strand of her chocolate hair that often frames her face is tucked back into an elegant chignon. Nothing is out of place. Everything is perfect for display. A cosmetic counter’s best products are on display on her elegant, angelic features. Her face is masked in beauty, yet dripping with pain.
How did I get here?
I know how she got here. I'm the reason Sarah is here, on an auction block, trembling, for display.
I accept that Sarah is part of this. Part of making sure that the equation is solved, balanced.
But my heart and soul are ragged as I watch Sarah’s failed attempts to regain control of just her breathing.
“…Finest the Virgin Market has to offer…” one of the hosts barks as rich buyers walk past us and I catch some of his sickening words.
Through her frightened state, Sarah manages to catch some of them too. She yelps silently, fear stealing the sound from her lips, at whatever words she catches. Her mouth closes, the glossy lipstick smoothing over each lip when they press together again.
I thought Trevor, Sarah, and I had this situation figured out.
Except how could we?
Sure, my solution was entirely a half measure. Of course it didn’t work out one hundred percent. I just didn’t think it would fall apart like this.
I didn’t think I would fucking fall apart like this either.
The Virgin Market previously garnered a dispassionate response from me. These girls, and their virginity, were just another commodity to be sold and traded. So what? I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t see it as any different than any other business. I just didn’t happen to be one of their customers, or sellers.
Trevor had bought single nights on the Virgin Market before. He and I had also done some sharing in the past of decidedly non-virgins. There was a particular weekend where we shared a hot cougar who’s very elderly husband had passed and she wanted to celebrate her near infinite riches. She elected to do so impaled on both of our cocks. Afterwards, Trevor took the time to tell me that he liked younger, less experienced gals, and, would I like to try the Virgin Market?
He told me about it and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t come across outraged. I didn’t even judge him.
I was just…whatever about it.
I’ve never needed to buy women. You know that about me for sure if you know who I am.
My body makes any woman wet.
Including you.
My 8-pack abs cut with diamonds and sculpted with granite.
My bedroom eyes.
My rugged face.
My 12-inch cock.
My billions of dollars.
I am the epitome of fuckability.
Taking Sarah had been an offer I’d taken up on instantly, determining that my next move would be decided later.
When it got complicated, I asked Trevor to make sense of it. It was an intuitive move because I knew he could handle making the decision.
But I thought my solution to getting Sarah out of my mind was selling her to Trevor. Trevor even pushed me to sell her on the Virgin Market.
Yet, I couldn’t handle the thought of her belonging to anyone else but Trevor. I shared her with Trevor once, and that was fucking hot. We were selling her at the Virgin Market despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Which was fine…because Trevor was buying her and that was fine on his part. And no one would fucking know she wasn’t a virgin. Ironically, this was a business of some kind of twisted honor. At least an honor system that the girls for sale were virgins.
And then Trevor disappears before he can buy Sarah. What the fuck? I just can’t fucking bring myself to sell her to anyone else, and I didn’t think this was going to happen.
After everything, Sarah’s parents are here, suffering from seeing what's going to happen to her. Now I’m here and I can’t buy Sarah because I'm selling her…and I just want to leave.
I've already placed her up for order. I thought Trevor was running late, and would show. Now three minutes remain and in these three minutes, I'm dying a thousand deaths.
I can't satisfy the Market’s demands for a virgin without offering a replacement girl that buyers can purchase, and even if I had one, it's too goddamn late.
I face the very real risk that I'm here now, selling Sarah as a virgin to someone else, and that she will be truly lost to me, and Trevor, forever.
This is all my goddamn fault. Because what fucking mattered to me? The wrong goddamn things. I never, ever should've done any of this shit.
Trevor couldn’t possibly have forgotten or decided against buying Sarah, yet he isn’t fucking here. Isn’t answering his texts. Isn’t picking up his phone. Fuck.
I don’t want to deal with this shit right now. I want to deal with comforting Sarah.
She's terrified. She doesn’t know that we weren’t just planning to sell her anymore. She thinks we’ve abandoned her. And now … I'm being forced to do just that.
I have everything to lose; if I lose Sarah, she is everything to me.
I see her eyes shine with tears that won’t fall. Her gaze is full of enough pain that it feels like screaming in my already harried mind. I want to answer those screams, kiss those tears before they can be cried. That’s when I know. I feel the pit of my stomach ring out with the impact of the truth.
I will blow everything up in my entire goddamn life and anyone who comes at me before I let this happen.
I look at Sarah. She’s hurt, betrayed, confused. Of course she is. Sarah doesn’t know how to feel about feeling betrayed when she shouldn’t have discerned any loyalty at all.
But that loyalty is fucking there. No matter how much I've fought it.
Now, before I can tell her, the light on her auction block goes off, and I realize that I didn’t fucking act quickly enough.
I’m going to lose her forever.
What kind of fucking monster am I? I decide to run with her, save her, hide her, but seconds too late before I can?
No.
Sarah’s time has ran out.
1
SARAH
T he wood is always my favorite part.
A crackling fire on the hearth, a warm cup of cocoa, and a cozy sweater makes Christmas feel like a miracle after the stresses of a tough college semester. I'm home for Christmas at my parents' house, but something is different this year.
I think my parents aren’t telling the truth. I have a work-study job at school. They say a clerical error is why the school thinks I need one. But I don’t push. I took on a job at my college as soon as the school notified me that I needed to. I'm in school; I'm costing my parents a lot of money. My mother makes no qualms about the fact that she wishes I would simply marry some rich man and not worry about going to school until after I snag a husband. If I consider school at all. My father indulges me, but only to a point. I can tell they are frustrated. I know they must have money problems.
Now, my father is holed up in his study, going on several hours now, instead of us even having a family dinner. Christmas is in two days and I'm stuck upstairs while he deals with some jerk who won't hold off their business until after the holidays? What's so bad? Who's being so rude?
I figure that I should trot my own butt downstairs. Get my own hot cocoa. I have the cozy sweater—check—and I will curl up with a novel after I procure the desired chocolate. Thanks to my dorm mate, I’m reading a saucy roman
ce that heats up these cold winter nights. Better, at least, than the cozy mysteries I usually read.
Now, I swear, I have no intention of bothering my father. But when I hear raised voices, my attention is grabbed. Particularly, the voice I don’t recognize grabs me. A deep, masculine voice that gives me chills the instant I hear it.
"Damien!" I hear my father shout at him, sounding frazzled.
This Damien continues to say something about how it would be in my father's best interest to do as he was told.
Who is this jerk? He bothers us, interrupting our family time during the holidays, and works my father up to the point that he sounds frantic. Tells him what to do. I can’t help but lean in closer, and my mug slips out of my hand. Uh oh. Both male voices stop. I yelp.
"Sarah?" my father says, with a hint of ... hopefulness? Something odd colors his voice. I want to think that he's just happy to see me, but that seems like a foolish thought, even for an introvert like me. I don’t pick up much in social cues, but that’s due mainly just my naïveté to new surroundings. Something burns in my stomach. That heat pools deep in my belly when I hear that Damien man repeat my name in his delicious, dark voice.
It sounds like Damien tastes my name rather than just says it, and I'm covered in chills again, despite the thick cable knit sweater I'd made between classes this year to keep me warm. All the sweaters in the world won’t sheath me from the chills Damien’s voice creates all over my body. I am painfully aware that I'm not wearing much more than this sweater. Nothing can cover me up enough if I'm in the same room as Damien.
"COME IN, won't you?" my father says. He sounds like the cat who ate the canary. Why? I think he must be mad that I'm spying, and that I'd probably just broke one of my mother's mugs. Mom will bitch about it, and then in turn my father will have to hear that bitching and he'll bitch to me about it. Still, I have no real reason to think ill of my father's intentions. I step inside, wishing I had more than the thin pajama pants on I thought wouldn't be seen by anyone. I didn't even have any panties on, not that I should be thinking about that, but I feel naked.
When I see this Damien, sitting in my father's desk chair while my father stands behind one of the chairs in front of his desk usually reserved for guests, I want to run away. I'm frozen in place. Damien is tall, taller than any man I've ever seen before. His shoulders are broad and frame an impressive barrel chest and a chiseled set of abs I can see through the cotton of his shirt, it fits so tightly. He has tattoos, intricate designs that are striking. But nothing is as striking as the power he seems to emanate. While his face is the very image of classically handsome prince charming, there is a rugged danger about him that screams villain more than savior. That danger doesn’t mar the definite sophistication he has, but it's the final touch of a devil's food cake of a decadently hot man.