Page 13 of Velvet Cruelty

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the blade. “I… I guess.”

“I know. And in a few more hours, you’d be on your way to the Ritz-Carlton to suck your ugly husband’s cock. Do think Parker’d fuck you like a dog the first time? Bend you over and nail you from behind?”

Her gaze skids away, coming to rest on the wall behind me.

“No, he’d want to see that perfect rack. But then he’d only last thirty seconds.”

I can almost see her thinking ‘don’t let him upset you.’ I laugh. I could tear her apart and watch her piece herself together again all night long. “You’re in luck, Tits. All four of us are better-looking than Parker and we all know how to make it last hours.”

Her ruby red lips tremble. I remember pressing my mouth to them at the cathedral. I was mostly focused on Parker, but it was a sweet kiss. Sugary. She didn’t want to like it, but she couldn’t help herself. I bet she’s the kind of girl who soaks her underwear while you’re making out. “When I stuck my tongue down your throat at the cathedral, was that your first kiss?”

She blinks her doe eyes at me. “I… What?”

“Was it your first kiss? Or did you practice with the girls at school?”

Her mouth twitches and I know she wants to tell me I’m disgusting. My cock thickens in my jeans. I lift the knife, examining the point again. “Tesorina, if you don’t tell me about your first kiss, I’ll give you another one. And this time I’ll bite.”

She shudders. “It was my first kiss.”

“Glad to hear it. I know Tweedledee and Tweedledum didn’t let anything with a cock within ten feet of you, but there’s always a chance someone slipped under the ropes.”

Redness rushes into her pale cheeks. I want to make her cry and then eat her pussy. Listen to her sob while she comes all over my face…

“Mr. Parker never kissed me,” she whispers. “He was a gentleman.”

“He was a weirdo playing fucked up games with his cock.”

Her face registers only confusion. Fucking virgins. “He was edging himself. Waiting for you to grow up. Fantasizing over your jailbait pussy like it’s an apple getting ripe enough to eat. He’s a freak.”

She shakes her head, dark curls whipping around her shoulders. “You’re a psycho.”

I roll my tongue across the inside of my cheek and grin. “Yeah, but I’d never piss ten years away waiting for a girl to get legal. Now you’re eighteen, I don’t plan on waiting ’till the end of tonight.”

“Please leave me alone,” she whispers, beautiful tears collecting in her eyes.

I look up the stairs. Where the fuck are the others? I was planning on saving this bombshell until my brothers were around but they’re taking too fucking long. For years I’ve watched this brat float around with her head in the clouds. Pearl earrings; summers in Paris; parties with nine different fucking birthday cakes. She’s a spoiled bitch. Already crying when nothing’s happened yet. She’s not cut or shot or getting it in all three holes.

I get to my feet. “Quick question. Do you think the first time I saw you was when you met with the Archbishop for marriage counseling?”

Her hand jumps to her throat. “What do you…?”

“If I could extort my way into being the priest at your fucking wedding, who do you think you’ve been confessing your boring, petty sins to?”

Horror stretches across her face. “No, you can’t…”

“I can’t?” I tap my chest. “I dunno. Do you have a weird thing about secretly eating tiramisu that you feel the need to tell priests about?”

She throws herself on the carpet and resumes her silent snuffling. My enjoyment is slightly deprived by realizing I should have put two and two together about the Italian housekeeper. This bitch had way too much access to tiramisu.

“Doc?”

Basher bounces downstairs, buttoning the sleeve of his navy shirt. He reeks of Tom Ford and his dark hair is ruffled with wax. I know exactly what he’s doing. “Dressing up for the little brat?”

Basher looks pointedly at my bare feet. “You know you’re not seventeen, right?”

“You know you’re not the bass player in a Midwestern wedding band, right?”

Basher rolls his eyes. “At least you’re not in the priest outfit.”

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