Page 103 of Velvet Cruelty

“I could do it nice and traditional,” Doc says. “Missionary.”

“Please?” I manage to whisper.

“Please do it missionary? Fine.” He braces above me, one hand on the bed, and rubs his cock through me. It’s thick and round as a baseball bat. “You ready to become a woman?”

“Domenico…”

He flashes a smile at the others. “You watching, Bash? Ten bucks says she comes as soon as I’m all the way inside her.”

He moves the head of his cock through my folds like Bobby did and his eyes find mine. There’s a question there. You want this too?

Yes, I think. Yes, I want to know what sex feels like. Yes, I want to know what it feels like with this man. But there’s more to it than ‘yes.’ There’s Mr. Parker paying millions to never touch me. Eli warning me that wherever I go I’ll belong to a powerful man. Adriano telling me I’ll die as soon as the others are done with me.

I shake my head and for a heart-breaking second, Doc looks crushed. The next his knife is at my neck.

“Fuck you. I know you want to. Say it.”

I can’t. I push back against Doc’s blade and a sting edges at my throat.

Panic blurs his handsome features and he lifts the knife. “The fuck, January?”

“Domenico.” There’s a warning in Eli’s voice. “If she’s going to hurt herself, you need to put the knife away.”

Doc presses a thumb to the stinging place at my neck. “Is that right, Tits? You’d rather behead yourself than fuck me?”

I hear the hurt behind his anger, but I also hear Adriano telling me he’ll end my life. If there’s any way I can get out of sleeping with Doc—with any of them—I need to take it. I say nothing.

Doc lifts his thumb and there’s blood, as red as Eli’s rubies smeared across it. He raises it to his lips and sucks it away. “You don’t know how fucked you are.”

My skin crawls, but before I can scream, his hand is over my mouth. He drops the knife and climbs onto my chest, his lean, wolflike body pinning me to the mattress. He spits on me, smearing my breasts with his saliva and cups me roughly. He slides his cock into my cleavage. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. He pushes forward, his fingers biting into my breasts. “I’m gonna paint you a little mental picture, before I paint your rack with my cum, Tesorina.”

I feel the gulf between that sweet nickname and how Doc actually feels about me, and it stings. But I’ve won. My virginity has been spared. I bend my head forward and draw the head of his cock into my mouth as much as I can.

Doc lets out a guttural moan. “You’re gonna stay here at Velvet House with us. No chance of getting out now. You’ve got Morelli’s rubies around your neck and my cock between your tits, and you can’t lie for shit. We’re not sending you to Italy so Eli’s cousin can find out we gave him damaged goods. Look at me.”

He smiles, the same cold smirk he offered as I made my way up the aisle a million years ago.

“No one wants a wife who’s been servicing four criminals. So you’ll stay here, cooking and cleaning for us. And we’ll let you be a virgin, because who gives a fuck? There’s plenty of pussy around.”

The words slice through me, more painful than his blade. The thought of him sleeping with another girl, any of them sleeping with another girl, is awful.

“You’ll suck me off whenever I want it though. While all your idiot friends are getting married and having kids, you’ll be here at Velvet House with your collar on, blowing me.” He runs a finger across Eli’s necklace, pulling it tight as he pumps between my breasts. “And you’ll stay here until I’m fucking done with you.”

As I suck him, I know this is the price of denying him my virginity. He has to humiliate me. To be the winner. It didn’t have to be like this. Doc came into the room smiling and kissing me. But I made my choice. I wanted to stay a virgin. And as Doc grunts and pulls it out of my mouth, I think of my first night at Velvet House. Eli saying I’ve never made any real choices. I made a choice tonight and it led me here.

Doc comes, the spray thick across my breasts. He rubs his palm through it, wiping cum all over me. His smile is hard as nails. “What if Zia Teresa could see you now, huh?”

It’s so cruel, the air rushes from my lungs. I press a hand to my lips and wait for someone to make him apologize.

“Clean her up and get out of the way,” Eli demands.

Doc doesn’t move. “Not yet.”

He clucks his tongue. “What do you—”

Doc falls to his knees beside the bed. He clasps my hips and pulls me to the edge before settling between my legs. “Don’t move or you’ll get cum all over Morelli’s sheets like the dirty whore you are.”

Then he licks me. The same tongue that said such ugly, unkind words laps so sweetly, my body convulses. I want to hate it, to scream in protest, but my body is tight with longing, orgasm only a breath away. I curl my toes and brace for the end when something hard presses into me. I sit up, my stomach muscles clenching. “What’s that?”

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