Page 66 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

“They can’t,” she agreed, her face perfectly pleasant. “But I’m surprised to hear my boyfriend won’t give me a deal on shipping in luxury goods for my new deal with an Italian handbag manufacturer.”

He scoffed. “Sofia, what are you talking about?”

“My deal as the exclusive importer.”

“Sofia, handbags are a terrible investment.”

She cocked her head and smiled that delicious fake smile she reserved for her father’s friends when they got too handsy. “Heroin isn’t.”

Dante connected the dots and then dragged her over for a deep kiss. “Yes, your boyfriend will let you import yourheroin filled handbags with his guns, you delightful kitten.” He leaned closer.

As they gazed at each other like lovesick teenagers, I dared to hope the four of us actually had a future together. She’d stopped talking about her plans to leave Yorkfield, and I wondered if she’d made up her mind to stay. If Sofia and Dante planned to go into business together,illegal business, business that would tie them together for a long time, then maybe, just maybe, our weird little polycule had a shot at surviving.

While Dante and Sofia flirted, Lorenzo caught my eye. It wasn’t hard to see why Sofia liked him so much. Fucking gorgeous, smart, dangerous, and utterly devoted to her. He was going to make a fantastic play partner once we got him over the hump of Sofia’s love of humiliation and degradation.

Or maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d remain as vanilla as they come, partaking only when he didn’t have to see her tied up and crying. I didn’t think so, though. I suspected Lorenzo had a wicked streak in him a mile wide, if only I could bring it out of him.

By the time dinner was over, I was hard and aching over the thought of tying Sofia up and sharing her with Lorenzo.

“Dante and I will do the dishes,” Sofia proclaimed.

Dante raised an eyebrow.

“They cooked,” she said gently, tugging him out of his chair. In yet another example of how she’d tamed him, how she’d tamed all of us, he followed her, picking up plates from the table, his expression soft when he thought no one was looking.

When I next looked over, he had her bent over the sink, her hands plunged down in the hot, soapy water, her jeans around her hips, as he fingered her from behind.

“Such a filthy slut, letting me fuck you with my fingers in front of two other men,” he rasped. “Begging me to shove my fingers in that hot, tight pussy.”

She moaned, the sweet sound sending blood straight to my cock. Instead of taking her to completion, Dante pulled out his fingers and shoved them in her mouth. Frantically, Sofia cleaned them.

He pulled up her pants and patted her on the ass. “I’ll finish up. Nick and Lorenzo are waiting for you, slut.”

Lorenzo scooped her up in his arms, startling a giggle out of her.

“Call me if Lizzie wakes up, okay?” she called over his shoulder as he carried her into my bedroom.

“Shower first,”I told Lorenzo as he set Sofia down. She leaned on him, still smiling from his earlier antics. “You are welcome to join us or take yours first.”

His emotions played out on his face as doubt, indecision, and finally wry acceptance. Once again, I was struck by his willingness to leave his face unguarded for me and Sofia to see. Four people in a relationship was still weird, but I was beginning to see how it might work out.

“What do you want, Sofia?” he asked, nuzzling the top of her head.

She reached up to cup his cheek. “I want you to be comfortable.”

He nodded and took a deep and shuddering breath. “I’ll duck out if it’s too much, all right?”

Images of this beautiful, protective man, naked with water running down his torso, ran through my mind. “Youneed a safeword. Something to stop us—stopme—if it’s too much.”

He pursed his full lips, and I smacked down the indecent thoughts about him on his knees, wrapping those luscious lips around my cock. Tonight needed to be a gentle exploration of BDSM and polyamory, not the rough and brutal introduction that Sofia had experienced.

“Unicorn,” he said finally.

“Good.” I stripped on my way to the master bathroom, expecting both of them to follow like the good submissive Sofia was, and I suspected Lorenzo was, too.

By the time we reached the bathroom, we were naked. Lorenzo’s cock bobbed and waved in front of him, proudly erect as his eyes traced down Sofia’s body, and, to my delight, mine.

Sofia’s eyes flicked between me and Lorenzo as she turned on the water, shivering as a blast of cold slammed into her. She leapt back to wait for the water to warm, right into my arms.

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