Page 8 of Loving Lucia

I steal a glance at my father, who at least has the grace to pale at that.

Pavone grins widely. “Actually… I think I want a taste before we go over our options with Damien.”

“I… ah…”

“Daddy!” I hiss. “That’s entirely inappro—”

Pavone casually backhands me. “Get down on your knees, babe. I want to see how well Corvi taught you to suck cock.”

It’s my turn to blanch. I don’t want to suck him off, especially not with my father right there watching, or even just trying not to watch. “I’ll leave the room,” Daddy mumbles.

The sense of betrayal I feel from my father is unbelievable.

“No, I think you should stay right here,” Pavone says with a chuckle. “There’s no need to get shy. You’ve already seen all of her anyway, between raising her and the vids Corvi sent.”

“I’m not touching her,” my father instantly says, sounding disgusted.

“No, I don’t want anyone touching my bride-to-be,” Pavone says, waving a hand dismissively. “But you can still bear witness. It’s the least you can do, isn’t it? Don’t you want to make sure I treat your daughter right?”

Daddy grimaces, but he also nods slowly. Sick dread rises inside me. But he’d already watched me getting fingered, so what’s a little blowjob matter now?

Pavone laughs loudly and turns his attention back to me. “If I feel a single tooth, I’m going to remove all of them, got it? I’ve heard good things about blowjobs from women without teeth. Now get on your fucking knees.”

I can’t think of any way to prevent this from happening. I should have realized it would be like this. Slowly, blinking to keep the tears from falling, I lower myself to my knees.

I’ve handled worse than this, I remind myself. It’s just a fucking blowjob. Never mind that my father is in the room, watching. Never mind the threat of having my teeth removed.

My hands are trembling as I reach to unfasten Pavone’s belt. He hums in approval as I carefully unbutton and unzip him, pulling his briefs down to expose his cock. It’s about as big as Victor’s, not too big like Angelo’s or slender and easy to handle like Saint’s.

Fuck, why am I thinking of them right now?

I focus on the cock in front of me, pretending this is just another night, another hookup. Something consensual. Something I’ve chosen to do.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, leaning forward to take the head into my mouth. I’m careful to keep my teeth from so much as brushing him—because I don’t believe the words were just an empty threat. After seeing what he did to his previous wives, I don’t doubt he’d do exactly what he said he would.

I gasp when Pavone grabs my hair and forces his cock deeper inside my mouth. It’s a struggle to stay calm, to keep my mouth open and loose so I don’t accidentally bite his cock.

“Damn, did Corvi actually use your mouth?” Pavone complains, subtly thrusting in and out. “Feels like I’m fucking a teen virgin.”

I hope he doesn’t have actual experience with that, but knowing how the mafia operates, knowing what Pavone’s business is… I can’t think too hard about that, though. I have to concentrate on breathing. Hard to do when his cock hits the back of my throat and I choke, but Pavone likes that, letting out a long groan of his own.

As disgusted as I am, I try to stroke his cock with my tongue to hurry him along. The sooner he comes, the sooner this is all over. I can tell he’s excited, and he doesn’t have any impotence issues when it comes to fucking my mouth. I just have to put a little effort into this.

“There you go,” Pavone crows. “Just like that, babe. I knew you could do it if you tried. You’re a natural.”

Technically, I’ve just had a lot of practice, but that’s not something I’m going to tell him.

My tongue bathes the tip of his cock, sliding into his slit, exploring the ridges and lines of his shaft. He keeps trying to shove into my throat, threatening to choke me each time, but my main focus is to make sure I don’t let my teeth touch him.

A fucking eternity passes before he finally stiffens and groans, holding my head in place as his seed spills out over my tongue. I swallow as quickly as I can, wanting to get rid of the taste as soon as possible, but it’s like he’s been holding back just for this moment.

I nearly choke as he keeps coming, and some of it dribbles out of the corners of my mouth. I can’t breathe, and by the time he lets go of me, I’m gasping for air. I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and try to catch my breath.

Pavone uses his hold on my hair to tilt my head back and sneer at me. “Acceptable. But Corvi was lax in his training. Shoulda figured he was too pussy to treat a woman the right way. Did he romance you on silken bedsheets with chocolates and roses?”

I shake my head as much as I can. There might have been silk bed sheets on Victor’s bed, Angelo has his roses, and I’m sure Saint would have been happy to feed me drugged chocolates… but there was no romance.

Not unless you count training sessions on the gun range, watching a few movies together, and being eye candy at a mob meeting as romance.

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