Page 53 of Velvet Cruelty

Adriano sneers. “You’re drooling on yourself like a toothless old woman.”

I tighten my lips around the barrel and try to swallow the spit but more dribbles out and I feel it reach my chest.

“You’re a disgusting little girl, aren’t you?”

I nod, tears leaking from my eyes.

He jerks his head at the basement door. “I’ve watched you manipulate them. Try to win them over with your crying and pretty smiles. You’re pathetic.”

The gun goes deeper, and I choke.

Adriano’s gold tooth flashes at me. “Keep going.”

My jaw aches, but I suck faster, wanting to be good. To please him. It occurs to me that if he really was forcing himself into my mouth, I’d act the same way. A bolt of sick heat goes through me. Do I wish it was his cock? Do I want him to want me even as he does this?

Adriano’s hand moves from my hair to my neck, his fingers locking around my throat. “If you try blowing Bobby, or Eli or Doc, if you try and get what you want out of them by being a little whore, I’ll kill you before their cum is halfway down your throat.”

Light pops in front of my eyes but still, I keep sucking.

“Got that?”

I moan around the barrel.

“The fuck was that?”

“Erg Ungersturghhh.”

“Good. Squeeze your tits.”

I hesitate.

“Put your fucking hands on your tits and play with them or I’ll blow your head apart.”

Minotaur.

The word spits out of the back of my brain as I cup my breasts through my dress. Minotaur. The cursed son of a goddess and a bull, charging around a dark maze and killing for fun. I suck hard, suck until my cheeks are scraped and my mouth is full of cuts and blood and my brain is a white blur.

“You’re almost done,” Adriano snarls. “Make my Glock cum in your mouth.”

Does he mean he’s going to shoot me? Fear fuzzes my mind but my mouth keeps moving, sucking, and swallowing.

“Enough.”

He’s barely got the word out before I’m pushed backward and I crumple on the floor.

“You’re an embarrassment.” Adriano wipes his gun on his pants and returns it to the holster. “You try to con your way out of here, I’ll do worse than kill you. You’ll find yourself in a dirty hole, pissing into a bucket. I’ve got a tattoo machine. I’ll mark you up. Your face. Your tits. I’ll put my name all over you. Pierce your nipples, cut your skin and then, if you’re lucky, I’ll kill you.”

I gag, tasting bile and cheese and eggs. Adriano smiles like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen.

“You want to know why you’re still alive? Because my brothers want your pussy. But as soon as they’re done with you, I’ll end your life and I won’t bother fucking you first.”

I nod, but I can see the front of his pants is still swollen. He doesn’t think I’m ugly. Or if he does, he still liked doing that to me.

“You think I want your worthless cunt?” He says it so quietly he might be talking to himself.

“No,” I whisper.

He presses his face between the bars, his eyes cold as outer space. “Let’s be clear, little girl. You’re not worth raping.”

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