Page 99 of PortCity Killers

Don licked up the tears with a malicious smile that seemed like it should be more suited for Valentina. He came with a groan that racked across my body, cursing and falling back against the velvet chair that I was sure would be permanently stained by our activities. If not physically, the memory of it would linger in Vosco’s mind until he burned it, and that made me positively giddy.

Valentina laughed, her breathing heavy as she slowly pulled out of me, “Pay up, Amado. Alex was a very good girl. Weren’t you, amore mio?”

I couldn’t move, let alone do much more than shoot Don a glare at his neck as I clung onto him. Had he bet I wouldn’t?

“Verdad. She did, didn’t she?” He patted my ass. “No offense, Princesa. I just thought your mouth might get you into trouble sooner rather than later.”

I snorted. I guess that was fair. For the moment though, I just oozed down between the two. Valentina perched on the side of the chair, pulling her hair into some semblance of normalcy.

It was too late, her hair fell in wild waves down her shoulders. The brown tresses highlighted by slips of caramel in the firelight. She detached herself from her rigging, which made me wonder when she had put it on to begin with.

She pulled the panties out of my mouth. Drool slipped down my chin. She grinned wickedly before bending to lick it up, “I’ll take these back.”

She packed them up with her other belongings, including the lube. I made a mental note to ask her why she’d stolen mine in particular. She fanned herself, applying a new coat of gloss to her dark pink lips. She smiled when she caught me staring.

“Like what you see, muñequita?”

I nodded, snuggling further into Don, who rubbed my back up and down, his fingers finding wayward curls and playing with them, “I do.”

She sent me a little butterfly kiss and a wink before adjusting the straps of her deep green lingerie. It matched her eyes perfectly, just like my dress. Smoky, dark and vibrant against her tan skin. She stepped away, slipping back into her gown. The cream color suited her beautifully. I sighed at the vision of her against the soft glow in the room.

“Well, dear, you have done your job perfectly,” she said, checking her phone before tucking it back into her clutch. “You have entertained us and kept us hidden away from the rest of the world for a time. Now we all must go back to our designations.”

Don groaned under me, “Coño, I would much prefer to stay right where I am at.”

She smirked at us.

“As we would both, but you, my dear brother, have to entertain our famiglia when they arrive.”

I lifted off of him, my eyes ping ponging between the two of them, “Your family will be here?”

“Si,” Valentina sighed, heading to the door, “They should be here any minute. I assume that is why Vosco wanted you to keep us distracted, so he might talk with the heads without our intervention.”

“Go ahead, I’ll be right out.”

Valentina shot us a look, “No messing about.”

“Are you afraid to miss the fun?” he asked, yelling after her, but she had already closed the door behind her.

I tried to find comfort in the silence, but my stomach was twisted in knots. The Giovenni’s were here. I didn't know what that meant for me or the twins, but I didn’t want to ask. Did I even have a right to yet? This early?

“What’s going on in there?” Don asked, laying a kiss on my forehead.

I shrugged, “I’m just thinking about your family and stuff.”

“What about them?”

When I stayed quiet, he tucked his fingers under my chin, lifting my eyes to his.

“What about them?”

“I just don’t know how you want me to act around them.”

“Ideally,” he teased, “As you would anyone else’s parents you’ve dated.”

I felt the blush heat up my neck and cheeks. He gave me a questioning look.

“I’ve never really dated anyone, not officially.”

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