Page 101 of Velvet Cruelty

He smiles. “Don’t worry, bella. Just enjoy yourself.”

Bobby’s hand is between my legs, his fingers rubbing lightly. As my eyes roll back, Doc kisses me again.

“You look so pretty between them, Miss Whitehall. I’m going to watch you get fucked and then I’m going to take my turn.”

I make a panicky noise and Doc swallows it with his tongue.

“I did want your virginity,” Eli says. “But my brothers were so brave tonight, they deserve that honor. Bobby will be the first man to finish in your mouth. Domenico has earned the right to take your cunt.”

Bobby’s fingers run along my slit, spreading the wetness like cream. I moan and Doc grunts in response, his jeaned cock pressing into my thigh. We all fit together so easily, like pieces of a puzzle.

“There’s still your tight little asshole, bella. That will be mine. But I’ll let the boys take their pleasure first.”

Shock ripples through me. If that’s true, when they’re done I won’t be any kind of virgin. And what will happen then? Eli won’t want me as his mistress. Bobby won’t make me his wife. Doc can’t auction off my body. Adriano will kill me. I push a hand into Doc’s chest. “Please don’t take my virginity?”

He growls. “This bullshit again.”

“Miss Whitehall, we discussed what was and was not possible at dinner,” Eli says coldly.

“I know. But my virginity is the only valuable thing I have.”

Bobby makes a disturbed little noise. He might disagree but he still can’t save me.

“It’s ours,” Eli says. “You have no choice.”

“If you let me stay a virgin, I’ll do things for you. For all of you. With my mouth and my hands.”

“You’ll do that anyway.”

“Yes, but I’ll be… enthusiastic. I’ll dress up. I’ll be happy. You won’t have to threaten.”

Doc pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me. His butterfly knife is in his hand. “Lie still.”

My eyes fill with tears. “Domenico, don’t.”

He lowers the knife to my throat. “You don’t get it, do you? Threatening you makes my dick hard.”

“But please—”

His mouth twists in that Elvis sneer. “Forcing myself on you will make me come so hard I’ll go blind. I’ve earned you and I’m gonna fucking have you.”

I look at Bobby. His face is shadowed, his eyes unreadable. The flat of Doc’s knife digs into my skin. “You think Basher’ll come to your rescue? He loves you, Tits, but he loves me more.”

Bobby holds my gaze, saying nothing.

A tremor runs through me. “This can’t be happening…”

“It is.” Doc sits back, his hips pinning me to the bed. He shoves his knife between his teeth and unbuckles his belt. His hands dip into his jeans and he pulls out his cock. It’s hard and thick and shining at the head.

“Please stop?”

He ignores me, shifting forward to sit on my chest. He fists my hair, jerking my head up. “Open wide,” he says around the knife.

I part my lips and he drives into me. He’s thicker than Eli with a raw taste that makes me think of bloody steak. It’s harder to give a blowjob on my back but I slurp and suck and rock back and forward the way Eli showed me. If I do a good enough job maybe I can protect my virginity.

Doc opens his mouth and the knife falls into his hand. He holds it to my throat. “Morelli? Can I fuck up this dress?”

“Go ahead.”

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