Page 89 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

He met my eye with a raised eyebrow. “If she bites me, I’ll take it out on you.”

Lorenzo snorted, then shifted to sit beside Nico so he could support Sofia’s shoulders as the car rambled through Yorkfield and I continued tanning her perfect ass.

“Look at you, slut,” I continued. “A college graduate, a mother, and you’re on your knees on the floor of my car, soaking wet, dripping down your thighs, wishing your mouth weren’t full of cock so you could beg me to spank you.”

Nico thrust into her, no longer careful of her hair, her makeup, smearing her tears over her cheeks as he fucked her. “A gorgeous slut, a perfect toy, eager for the three of us to torment you all night long until you’re begging us to stuff you with our cocks.”

She popped her lips off of Nico, a thin strand of spit still connecting them. “I’m begging you now,” she breathed, whining as Lorenzo upped the speed of the vibrations. “Please fuck me now.”

“Baby, that’s not begging,” he said tenderly, stroking his thumbs over her cheeks. “That’s asking politely because you’re a slut. You’ll know when you’re begging.”

Sofia swore and then took Nico’s cock deep into her throat as he gazed into her eyes like a lovesick puppy. She hollowed out her cheeks and fuck if I couldn’t practically feel her lips wrapped around my own cock. When I groaned, Lorenzo chuckled.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” Nico groaned, his rhythm turning ragged as he thrust up into her mouth, gagging her until cum dripped out from between her lips. Lorenzo leaned over with a smile, shoving Nico’s cum back into her mouth with his thumb, then licked it clean.

“Swallow, sunshine,” Lorenzo said softly. Fuckingluscious. One of these days, I’d get him on his knees beside Sofia and make him beg for my cock as prettily as she did.

“That’s my slutty little kitten,” I said, not bothering to clean up the glistening mess between her legs. No, I wanted her to feel how much she wanted us, needed us, all fucking night. She wouldn’t be able to take a step without the reminder of what a slut she was for us. “Up,” I said, smacking her ass one last time for the pleasure of watching her skin shake under my hand.

Breathing hard, she rose up on her knees so I could unbind her, then moved onto the seat beside me, spreading her layered skirts around me and snuggling up to my arm. Lorenzo turned down the vibrations on his phone, then grinned as he handed her a toiletry bag.

“You look like you’ve been well fucked, love.”

“Except that I haven’t been.”

I drew her against me, kissing her swollen lips, the salty taste of Nico on her making it hard to resist dragging her onto my lap and fucking her stupid right there in the car. “You don’t get to come until we tell you to, kitten.”

With a shudder, she nodded her head, then quietly began repairing her face, her eyes darting to each of us. Nico switched places with me and helped her arrange her hair —the benefits of having four sisters, I suppose. By the time I signaled to the driver I was ready to head to the hotel where the event would be held, she’d erased all evidence of our debauchery.

Nico held out the chunky gold chain we’d given to her a few nights before. He’d turned the pendant that said “kitten” around backward, and had roses engraved on it to match the tattoo on her hip.

Running my calloused fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulders, I draped the necklace around her neck. Herpulse jumped under my thumb, and I wrapped my fingers around her throat, caressing the skin at the same time I tightened my grip. When she struggled to breathe, I let her go, admiring the red marks my fingers left against her delicate skin.

I latched the necklace together in the front. It could pass for a necklace instead of a collar, but we all knew what we were doing to her. Claiming her. She’d have to walk a hard road tonight, far harder than us, as a woman, as the Russo ice queen and as her father’s daughter.

“Are you ready?” I asked her as the car pulled up out front.

Her fingers fluttered over the necklace, as if she too understood the significance of walking out of this car with our collar on her. “Yes.”

The valet opened the door to the vehicle. Nico slid out first, his sunny blond good looks attracting the photographers. When he held out his hand to Sofia and she gracefully exited the car, the flashes went wild. And when Lorenzo and I joined them, the photographers lost their goddamned minds.

I moved to protect my kitten, but she stood and posed, making sure the paparazzi got every angle of her gorgeous dress, her elegant hair, even the chunky chain she wore around her neck.

And then she dragged each of us into the frame, wrapping Nico’s arm around her waist, nudging Lorenzo to stand at his left, and then bumping me with her hip until I got the message and draped my arm possessively over her shoulders.

The paparazzi shouted invasive questions at her, and she just smiled that beautiful, practiced smile that promised she’d murder you in your sleep when she got theopportunity. “Yes, we’re dating. Yes, I’m following in my sister’s footsteps. Yes, my parents know. Yes, I’m meeting Nico’s parents tonight. Yes, they’re all hung like horses and fantastic in the sack.” She chuckled, then turned to enter the hotel, with me on her arm, Nico and Lorenzo behind us.

Our woman sure did know how to make an entrance.

Instead of sittingwith the Russos, we sat with Adam Zhang, his younger brother Zach, and their dates. Adam’s eyes swept over Sofia warmly, and she leaned over to kiss him on both cheeks before we all introduced ourselves. I refrained from murdering him for laying his hands on her only because it’d upset her.

Next, Nico’s parents. And his sisters. And their dates. God, the Lombardis were a huge family. Sofia took a deep breath and steeled her spine before twining her fingers in Nico’s. “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered against his neck.

Once again, our kitten surprised me with her astuteness. It shouldn’t have, she’d been doing this bullshit for her father her entire life, but it warmed me to see her use it for our odd little family.

“Mr. Lombardi, Mrs. Lombardi, it’s a pleasure to see you,” Sofia said as the patriarch and matriarch approached us.

Nico stepped toward his parents, who both froze in place, confronted in person for the first time with their son’s polyamorous relationship. He stopped his movement, his face stricken. God, Nico never could hide a damn emotion.

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