Page 81 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

“Such a whore, whimpering and begging for her men to pleasure her in public, where anyone could see our fingers in your sweet cunt, fucking you and fingering you as you desperately try to pretend everything’s normal,” I said in her ear, as I brought my fingers up to her mouth. “Clean them off.”

She did, eagerly licking at my fingers like the desperate slut she was, her tongue flicking over my skin like the kitten I called her.

Nico held his fingers up to Lorenzo, who, to my surprise, did the same. I’d long suspected the two men would end up as lovers—Nico’s appetites were delicious, and Lorenzo was hungry, an inferno of desire lurking under a lifetime of repression from living under the Russos’ boots.

“Kitten,” I rasped as she sucked on my fingers, looking at me through her long lashes. Her lips tilted into a smile as she drew her head back, licking the taste of herself off her lips. I had to find a way to keep this perfect creature in my life once I rid myself—rid our queen and her empire—of the plague that was Sergio Accardi.

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SOFIA

I excusedmyself to use the restroom, feeling the heat of my three men’s stares as I walked away from the table. They’d be the death of me. I washed my hands, then touched my face with cool fingers, noting my flush, annoyed that I couldn’t do anything about it.Deep breaths, Sofia. You’re almost to the finish line.As fun as it was to play with the men—my men—the end game was drawing out Sergio Accardi and putting an end to his machinations.

When the bathroom door slammed open, I jumped. Tina Morelli sauntered in, Lorenzo’s cousin, who’d babysat me from time to time as a kid. “You’re playing with fire, Sofia,” she said, leaning back against the sinks. “The Costas are running scared and they’re gonna lash out.”

“That’s the fucking point of a war, Tina. To drive Accardi out of hiding so he can pay for his crimes.”

Tina frowned, looking me up and down, taking in my flushed cheeks, my swollen lips, and the chain around my neck. She handed me an envelope. “The rest of us don’t have handsome businessmen from Europe or the Russo name toprotect us. When Accardi threatens us, it’s fucking terrifying.”

Accepting the envelope, I stared at Tina through the mirror. “Why haven’t you brought this to my father? That’s how all this works,” I waved at her, at the bathroom, at myself. “You pay for protection, and he provides it.”

Tina shrugged. “Sergio threatened my daughter.” Without another word, she turned and left the bathroom. I tore into the envelope, and photos fell to the ground. Of me hours earlier, bent over the counter in our kitchen, my wet pussy clearly visible to the lens, as Nick slid the plug into me.

Shit.

I grabbed my phone out of my clutch.

Sofia

Lorenzo, I need you.

Seconds later, he pushed into the restroom, his eyes wild with concern as he shoved his hand through his hair. “You okay?”

I nodded, then crouched to pick up the photos I’d dropped all over the floor, the plug in my ass making itself known as I straightened. No longer eager to play, I winced. Lorenzo correctly interpreted my expression.

“Bend over, sunshine,” he murmured, and carefully removed the plug. The movement set my senses on fire. I tamped down on my lust. Now was not the time.

“He has cameras in the house,” I whispered. “How the hell did he get in?”

Lorenzo pulled out his phone and messaged the group chat.

Lorenzo

We’ll be out in a moment. No reason to panic.

Of course, a minute later, Dante shoved himself into the tiny women’s restroom. “What’s going on, kitten?”

“Can I please have my panties back?”

Dante swept his gaze up and down my body before handing them back to me. “We’re not done,” he said, dark promise in his voice.

Allowing myself a tiny smile, I answered, “I certainly hope not.”

The two men hustled me out the door and back to our table, where Nick waited, worry furrowing his brow and crinkling the fine lines around his green eyes. He swore angrily when he got a glimpse of the photos.

I thumbed through the pile, looking for clues as to what he might want, but there was nothing—no note, no threat, no demand, just the menace of knowing we weren’t alone, even in our most intimate moments.

How the hell had Sergio gotten the pictures?

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