Page 16 of Loving Lucia

I meet Angelo’s gaze, begging him without words not to make this worse on me. The problem is, I don’t know whatwillbe worse—him saying it was often, or him saying it wasn’t often at all.

“He kept her in his room,” he finally says. “I don’t know.”

Technically, it might even be true that he doesn’t know. Between the three of them, who even knows how often I’d been fucked?

Pavone lets out a disappointed little hum. “Well, babe? How many times do you think Corvi fucked you?”

“Not many,” I say, ducking my head to avoid looking at Vanessa. She’ll be able to tell I’m lying, and for some reason, I really don’t want her to know just how many times Victor had me. “He mostly just got frustrated because he couldn’t… you know…”

Laughing, Pavone pats me on the back. “Should’ve figured the old man couldn’t get it up.”

Never mind that Pavone is older than Victor, albeit not by much.

I only wish Victor hadn’t been able toget it up.

I wish he hadn’t been able to make me come so often, even without using his cock.

“That’s all right. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” He turns me so I’m facing him. “Ready for your first lesson, babe?” He pauses, then adds, “Well, your second lesson. Your mouth still needs improvement, but I’m ready to have that cunt of yours.”

I swear I can feel all eyes on me at that statement. When I dare to look, Vanessa’s wide-eyed with disgust and pity. I remind myself that it’s okay, as long as Vanessa is kept out of all of this… but Rossi’s hand is still around her neck. His eyes are focused on her, too, which I hope is only because he’s doing his job and not for some other reason.

“P-please,” I say, “My… my father just… he’s…”

“Yeah, yeah, your father’s brains are all over the carpet. You didn’t like the bastard anyway, so get over it.” Pavone drags me closer to him and presses his crotch against me. “That’d be kind of fun. Bend you over the back of the couch so we can both stare at his dead eyes while I fuck you for the first time.”

He wants to disgust me and cow me, but I almost burst out laughing. Angelo and Victor beat him to the punch. I’ve already been fucked in front of a corpse—and in front of somebody I liked more than my father, at that.

I shake my head quickly and force my lip to wobble. “No! Please… I can’t…”

Pavone rolls his eyes. “I don’t really care if you can, babe. And if you keep protesting like this, I might start to think you don’t actually want to marry me. Which would mean you, and your sister and mother, are kind of useless to me.”

I can feel my face pale. “No! We aren’t useless. Of course I want to marry you, Emilio. I just feel so sick,” I whimper, looking up at him with all the desperation I can muster—and it isn’t even hard, because the idea of being useless to him is worse than marrying him to begin with. “If I have to keep thinking about him, I’m going to get sick, and I don’t want our first time to be like that.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t want to see you fuck her here either,” Angelo says, in a bored tone. “I’mgonna get sick if I have to see her naked.” Then he smirks. “Although if you want to show off your dick to me, that might not be too bad.”

Pavone wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Just leave the fucking room, faggot. I’m having a moment with my fiancée here.”

Angelo points at my father’s body. “You want me to just leave him, then? That’s fine. Get somebody else to do the cleanup.”

I’m worried Pavone actually will tell Angelo to forget the body, but before that happens Rossi coughs loudly. “Emilio, I believe Bellini’s bedroom is available now. That might be a better place to seduce her?”

It’d be better than my mother and sister having to watch me pretend to enjoy Pavone’s touches to keep them safe. At least this time, my father isn’t watching, but he might as well be there in spirit.

“No, I think this should be a family affair,” Pavone says. “Isn’t that how they did it in the old days? The family bore witness to the wedding night so they could prove they really did fuck? We’re just getting to it a little early, that’s all.”

I really do feel like I’m going to throw up, and it has nothing to do with my father’s corpse and everything to do with the idea of all of them justwatchingPavone rape me.

“I’m out,” Angelo announces. “I’ll deal with the body later.” He leaves the room without waiting for permission. Rossi doesn’t move, still holding on to Vanessa in a silent threat that I don’t particularly need.

Thanks, Angelo, I want to snarl. But I guess he’s still pissed at me for leaving him and Saint behind and returning to this hellhole. I hate how betrayed I feel by his abandonment, though. I shouldn’t expect anything more of him!

Pavone grunts, barely even acknowledging Angelo’s departure. He forces me toward the couch, and I stumble backward, almost losing my balance. “Don’t worry, babe. It won’t take long. I’m not like Corvi. I won’t have any problems fucking you.” He spins me around and forces me over the back of the couch my mother is still sitting on, his hands coming to rest on my ass. “What the fuck are these? Why are you wearing jeans?”

“I… like them?” I say feebly, my eyes trained on my father’s body because it’s better than looking at my mother and sister.

“Not anymore, you don’t,” Pavone says. “Dresses and skirts.”

My mother scrambles to her feet, lurching a little, and puts distance between us. She doesn’t sit down again, and she doesn’t look in our direction as she hides her face in her hands. Her cheeks and eyes are red, but she doesn’t speak up.

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