Page 81 of Velvet Cruelty

Chapter Fourteen

January Whitehall

Bobby is between my legs, licking me softly. I tilt my hips and pleasure washes over me like a wave. I shouldn’t let him do this but it’s so good. His brown eyes find mine, warm and kind. “Touch me, JJ.”

I reach down and brush my fingers through his hair and it becomes long and blond. Doc grins. “You gonna come on my face, Tits?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Ah relax, little bella.” Eli is sitting in a chair beside me. He leans forward, brushing a hand over my breasts. “Domenico’s only complimenting you. You have perfect tits.”

The tongue between my legs moves faster, fluttering over my swollen clit. I scream as my orgasm surges closer.

“Stop! Please? Let me go?”

Eli fastens his ruby necklace around my throat. “Too late for that, Pryntsesa.”

I look down and it isn’t Doc licking me, it’s a man with shaggy brown hair with shaved sides. His mouth is hot as steam and he digs at me, deep and hard with his teeth. I try to yell but no sound comes out. He looks at me, green eyes glowing like twin traffic lights. “Come and I’ll kill you.”

He lowers his head and his tongue slicks through me. He’s good at this. Too good. I’m going to come, but then so is death. I need to scream—

“Miss?”

“No!”

“Miss Whitehall?”

I jolt upright. I’m not where I was.

A man stands in front of me. A stranger. He’s wearing the same grey uniform as Mr. Gretzky but he’s white-haired with a long Santa beard. He raises the bundle in his arms. “Sorry for disturbing you, Miss”

I pull the blankets up to my chin, my heart racing. “I… That’s okay.”

The older man smiles. “I’m Harvey. I’m here to bring you fresh clothes and take you down to the dining room for breakfast.”

It’s been so long since someone talked to me in a normal way, I’m a little blindsided. “Breakfast?”

“Of course. Although it’s almost lunchtime.” He lays the bundle on my bed with a toothy grin. “The ensuite is through to your left if you haven’t already seen it. I’ll wait outside.”

He leaves, closing the door behind him.

I was too stressed to pay attention to the room last night, but it’s pretty. There are leaf mouldings across the roof and a small grate for a fire. I crawl out of bed and wander to the huge window. Outside is a white fountain and what looks like a tennis court. Beyond that are rolling green grounds as far as I can see.

The ensuite is just as pretty as the rest of the room. Vowing to use the claw-foot bath later, I run the shower as hot as I can and get in. As I move the loofa across my skin, arousal pulses through me. This was where Bobby’s mouth was. This is where Doc’s hands were. That was no dream. I let a man go down on me while another man and I kissed. “Oh God…”

The night we met, Eli told me my morals were untested. I want to say I’m a good person and I know what’s wrong and right, but do I? I was excited to be put in front of them in my underwear and relieved to have a reason to be attracted to them. I know Bobby killed Kurt and Eli ordered it and Doc would have happily done it instead, but I still let them touch me last night. And I wanted them to touch me more. All of them, even—my stomach contracts as I think it—Adriano.

I shake my head, sending water everywhere. “But I’m still a virgin,” I tell myself. Even I hear the hollowness in my voice. It doesn’t feel like much of a consolation. What would mom say if she knew? What would Zia Teresa say?

I imagine her sitting on the edge of the bath, playing slot machine games on her phone.

“Zia, do you think I’m disgusting?”

She looks up at me, her expression mild. “I think you should get out of the shower, bella.”

I do as I’m told, drying myself and examining the clothes Harvey brought me. Yellow cotton panties, a blue sundress and ballet flats.

As usual, the dress I’ve been given fits perfectly but snugly. I look at myself in the full-length mirror and sigh. No wonder Doc keeps calling me ‘Tits.’

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