Page 97 of Velvet Cruelty

“I don’t think I can…”

I bite back a smile. From what she’s already done with Doc and Bobby, there’s nothing she’d like better than being our little whore. But she’s not ready to know that about herself yet. I’ll have to show her. I kiss the side of her neck. “Well, what do you want to do with yourself, Miss Whitehall?”

“I’m not sure. It changes every day.”

“I very much doubt that. You’re domestic. You want to sing and prepare food and prance around a pretty kitchen being a beautiful little girl.”

Her mouth falls open. “That’s so… I don’t want that.”

“Ah, bella, don’t protest. It’s lovely.”

“But you’re saying I’m an idiot!”

“No, I’m saying your heart belongs in your home. And it always will.” I press my hand between her legs. “Would you like me to buy you a pasta machine? Fill the cupboards and let you cook us dinner every night?”

My fingertips brush the wet petals between her legs, and she squirms against me.

“I don’t want to be your mistress.”

“Being a mistress is a purer love than being a wife. It’s all affection. All pleasure. It’s precious.”

“And what about the others?”

I laugh. “Ah, the real question. ‘Would I have to give up Doc and Bobby?’”

“No! That’s not what I mean!”

I smirk. “You don’t need to lie. I heard about last night.”

“You did?”

“Of course. My brothers and I have no secrets.” I rest my thumb against the soft button between her legs. “Would you like to be shared?”

“Shared? What does that even mean?”

“You’re not a stupid girl, I’m sure you understand.”

“But how would it work? Monday nights I’m with Doc, Tuesdays I’m with Bobby?”

“Maybe,” I say evenly. “We can make up our own rules. That’s the fun of it.”

“And you would… approve of that?”

I rub my thumb against her, lighter than a whisper. “As long as you’re not my wife, I don’t mind if you take pleasure from my brothers. In fact, I’d be happy to see it.”

“You can’t mean that!” she gasps. Whether from shock or my touch, I’m not sure.

I move faster, stroking her clit in gentle circles. “Bella, you’re young and you’ve never had a boyfriend. You don’t know much about men.”

“No, but I don’t think most men are like you.”

I scrape my teeth along the side of her pale neck. “When you’ve settled in, I’ll have Doc take you to Dreams. Men watch their friends get lap dances; they talk about women’s bodies with one another. When they’re close—and my brothers and I are very close—men can find pleasure in sharing a beautiful woman together.”

There is a heavy silence and I know what she’s thinking. I grin. “What a dirty little mind you have, bella. But no, none of us are attracted to men.”

“Then why…?”

“There’s a saying,” I murmur in her ear. “‘It’s nice to drive a Ferrari, but then you can’t watch it go by.’ You are that Ferrari, January. Sometimes I want to drive and sometimes I want to watch you be driven. To loan you to someone I trust because that is my pleasure.”

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