Page 66 of Velvet Cruelty

She shifts on her heels and for a moment I freeze, sure she’s about to go to him. But then she whips her head from side to side. “No. I can’t… Not my first time. Not with… all of you.”

She’s not denying it’ll happen. She must already feel it. Already know it’s too late. When I rubbed my shoe against her pussy she wanted to be fucked then and there. But she’s been raised a good girl and it’s hard for her to admit she wants sex, even to herself. Now her first time will be with four men, and she’ll love every second of it even if she hates herself afterward. But then if she wanted to be with one man, she should have chosen me.

“Yes, with all of us,” I say. “But don’t worry, bella. When we parcel you off to Naples, I’ll tell my cousin you’re as pure as snow. Your future husband will—”

Doc shoots me a furious look. “Shut the fuck up, Morelli.”

He has a point. Why overload her pretty, overstimulated mind? I smile at January. “Focus on how you feel. Embrace it.”

She closes her eyes, her pouty lips parting in a silent plea.

I stare between her legs. A dark patch is spreading across the material. I can only imagine how soft and swollen her cunt is. I’ve taken Orchard, but the effect on men is a faint hum of what it does to women. A chromosomal thing, Doc thinks, but that’s another guess.

“Oh my gosssssh,” January whimpers, her palms working up and down her thighs.

She’s so beautiful, writhing golden in the firelight. A million perfect photographs in motion. But still she doesn’t come for any of us.

Doc rolls his head back along the couch. “Fucking hell this is taking forever.”

I clear my throat to make sure I don’t sound like a gasping idiot. “She’s stronger than I gave her credit for.”

“We should have taken bets on how long she’ll take to crack.”

“There’s still time.” I check my watch. “A thousand says she doesn’t last another five minutes.”

Doc picks up his vodka and finishes it. “Eight. She’s got nothing left in the tank. What about you, Basher?”

“Six.”

I smile. “Always splitting the difference. Rossi?”

Adriano face is half-hidden in shadow. “Twenty minutes.”

Doc snorts. “Twenty? Have you hit your head and forgotten how Orchard works?”

“She’ll fight it with everything she has. And she has a lot.”

I laugh. Doc going soft on a girl is one thing. But Adriano? “That almost sounds like a compliment. Are you changing your mind about the girl?”

A growl. “Twenty minutes.”

“It’s your money. So, it’s settled, five minutes, six, eight and twenty. May the best man win.”

“You won’t win.” January’s eyes are still closed. She’s shifted into a cross-legged yoga position, her hands resting on her stockinged knees.

“What was that, bella?”

“You won’t win. None of you.” Her voice is stronger the second time.

Doc laughs. “Tesorina, haven’t you been listening? You won’t be able to resist. No one can. You’re going to get railed like a filthy whore.”

Her eyes fly open, cool and clear as a forest lake. “I won’t.”

I study her. She’s found some well of resistance inside herself. Fuck that. She can’t go to Gio a defiant little brat. If it were just the two of us, I’d spank her backside raw. But we’re not allowed to touch her. I’ll need another way to discipline her.

“Okay, bella,” I say. “A new deal. If you can resist the Orchard and keep your virginity, you can leave your cage.”

Her mouth parts. “Really?”

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