Page 113 of Velvet Cruelty

I think of Eli waiting for me as I showered. Doc sidling up to me in the kitchen. Bobby asking me to sing. “Fine.”

“Then it’s done.”

I freeze, waiting for his next move. He reaches down, cupping my pussy in his palm. His other hand closes around my neck and he steers me toward the bed. The pressure between my legs hurts, but I keep my mouth shut. Whatever happens I will not cry out in pain.

He pushes me onto the mattress and pulls off his shoulder holster and his shirt. His chest is covered in mottled scars and bruises and tattoos. He tears open the button on his jeans, yanking down the zip. He’s not wearing underwear and his cock juts through the V. It doesn’t look the way it did at the cathedral. It’s thick and hard and red at the tip, the tattoos stretched tight around his skin. He bends forward and skims a palm across the flat of my stomach. My body contracts. I feel like I’m going to pee but yet there’s another sensation behind it, a hot, warm, alive feeling.

“You’ll fuck me for your freedom?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He settles over me and I’m sure he’s going to sink his teeth into me. Then his lips find mine and his big tongue strokes into my mouth. I’m so surprised my eyes roll back. Not only is he kissing me, but I like it. It’s as easy as kissing Bobby or Doc. His hands pin mine above my head and he kisses me so deeply I feel like I’m drowning. Up close his scent is musky like the forgotten corner of a library. I’ve been alone for days and my hunger for touch roars up like a beast. I wrap my legs around him.

Adriano grunts into my mouth, his hips rolling onto mine. If it’s like this, it won’t be too bad. But then his hand locks around my throat, holding my skull like I’m a bobblehead doll. He tears his mouth away from mine. “Little whore.”

I cry out and he squeezes tighter. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” I gasp, unsure if it’s true or not. Heat pulses between my legs and I try not to think about his long, tattooed cock.

His teeth lock around my earlobe. “You fingered yourself?”

“Not… not on the inside.”

“But you’ve been licked by Doc and Basher. And Doc shoved his knife in you.”

“Just a bit of the handle. Please don’t do the same?”

He slaps me, and the side of my face goes white hot. I cry out and he squeezes my throat harder. “Lie still or I’ll kill you.”

I lie like a board as Adriano reaches to one side and pulls out a length of black cord. He binds me to his headboard, like I’m a dead deer he’s strapping to his car.

“Keep your fucking mouth shut.” He moves down my body and parts my folds with a thick finger. I wait for more, but he just stares into my pussy. Do I look disgusting? Disfigured? But there’s a stillness in Adriano’s scarred face, a pleasure I didn’t expect to see. He catches me looking at him and slaps my clit. “You’re soaked. Doc told me you liked dick, but who fuckin’ knew?”

I whimper, unsure of what to say. My wrists already hurt from how tightly he’s bound me. He rubs a rough, tattooed thumb through my lips and my pussy flutters. I wait for him to force himself inside me, but instead his shaggy head lowers and his tongue laves my clit. It’s softer than any part of him should be. He sucks and the whole world tilts again, this time in a way that has nothing to do with alcohol. “Oh my God!”

He looks up at me from between my thighs. “Quiet.”

He returns his mouth to me, and as his tongue rolls through my aching pussy, I bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from screaming. Adriano is the third man to do this to me. They’ve all been so different. Bobby was precise. Doc was lazy and practiced, but Adriano laps at me like a bear at a river. Like it’s a primal act. I was going to pretend I liked whatever he did to me, but I don’t have to pretend to like this.

He growls as he licks, slow and steady. He likes it too. His beard tickles my thighs and I arch against him, my toes curling. “Adriano…”

He pulls away, swiping his hand over his mouth and I scream like a little brat.

I brace for a slap, but he lets out a rumbling laugh and fists his tattooed cock. I can’t imagine how much it would hurt to get tattoos on that part of your body. The only purpose must be scaring the women he sleeps with. So, they know how much pain he can withstand. He kneels above me pumping. My pussy tightens, hot with displeasure. It wants Adriano’s mouth again.

“Please?” I mumble. “Adriano?”

His furious green eyes find mine. “When I’m done fucking you, you’ll leave the country?”

“Yes. Anything you want, Mr. Rossi.”

His mouth becomes a tight line. “You fucking liar, telling me whatever I want to hear. Maybe you won’t go to Colombia on your own. Maybe I’ll follow you.”

I shudder.

“Don’t like that, do you?”

I shake my head.

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