Page 33 of PortCity Killers

As Valentina’s eyes searched mine, her fingers gripping in my hair she pulled my neck up sharply, and I knew she would give Bryce a run for his money when it came to being mean. “I want to see you choking on his cock, muñequita.”

My breathing hitched at her words, warmth flooding my skin. I could feel the full body flush even before I saw the twinkle in her eye. “Oh, Don, she’s a blusher.”

Don made a soft sound that had me looking at him from the side of my eye. He’d settled back into his chair, his hands gripping the sides. Valentina’s fingers came up to my face, cupping the bottom of my jaw gently.

I shivered, knowing the look in her eyes was anything but gentle. Instead of shriveling into myself like I thought was probably appropriate, my body ached. The need to touch someone tingled on my fingertips as I clawed them into the carpet.

As if she could sense it, Valentina chuckled, “Do you see how needy she is?”

I couldn’t hear Don’s answer past the thrumming in my ears, much less look at him when Valentina had me in her grip the way she did. She spread a wet, sticky thumb over my lips making me gasp.

My tongue darted out before I could think better of it. The copper tang of blood had me clenching my thighs together. My stomach cramped, with need or repulsion I couldn’t have said, but I thought I knew, and I wished I didn’t.

Valentina let me go, keeping a hand on my hair still as she turned me back to face Don. His face was full of hard ridges, the only softness coming from the twin pillows of his lips.

“Release him,” she said, gesturing to his pants.

“I thought you said you just wanted a kiss.” I choked, “This is more than a kiss.”

“There are many kinds of kisses, aren’t there? Don would like a kiss as well.”

“This isn’t what we agreed to.”

“I changed my mind,” she warned. “Now release him.”

My hands trembled as the pulse in my throat jumped through my skin. Don didn’t move, just splayed his legs out further for me.

I struggled closer to him, my fingers small and slipping against the belt buckle in front of me with the layer of cold blood soaking into my skin.

I pulled it loose, unbuttoning his dress pants. Much to my surprise he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The expanse of golden brown skin made my throat catch. The deep V of his hips was sharp, the lines well defined.

The man didn’t have an ounce of anything on him that wasn’t pronounced and deadly.

“Do you like what you see?” Valentina’s purr slid down to parts of me that were too soft and intimate to be safe with her.

I didn’t look at either of them as I nodded.

“How much do you like it?”

When I didn’t answer her grip on me tightened, snapping my head back, so she could look into my hazel eyes with her green ones.

“You are here of your own volition, my love, are you not?” She shook my head by my hair, making me gasp, small animal noises, “I would have no one thinking you were forced into our beds.”

“Yes! Yes!” I spit through my teeth, “I like it.”

And God help me it wasn’t a lie. I liked the way her long, thin fingers felt gripped in my hair. I liked the sharp sting of her retching me back and the strain in my shoulders from it.

I liked it all so much that my nipples were painfully hard, and my breath couldn’t seem to slow long enough for me to gather my thoughts or recognize the repercussions of the throbbing between my thighs.

“How much do you like it, muñequita?” She shook me again, like one might shake the collar of an errant dog, making me cry out. “Answer me.”

“Very much.” I gasped out, “I like it very much.”

“Good. Now look at Don while you tell him how much you like what you see.”

I looked up at him, my eyes flashing between his. His eyes shimmered, heavy and intense. It was like gazing into a lush forest as the wind moved through the trees, spilling color across the sky of some magical realm that left me bereft of all my senses.

“I like what I see, Don.”

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