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He stops pressing into me and smiles again. "That's a good girl. I like it when you are truthful with me." He slides his hand behind my head and grips my hair in the back. "Unfortunately, I must punish the bad little girls when they lie to me, so you have two options, poppet. You can accept your punishment by asking me to fuck your ass now, and I'll be gentler, but you need to tell me the truth about your feelings. I don't think I need to tell you what the other option is."
"Dante, I don't know—" I gasp.
He cuts me off. "I know you aren't falling for us, poppet. You are too smart to have Stockholm Syndrome…" His jaw clenches as he glares at me.
Shit! I must try, though. I need him to believe me. "I'm not lying, Dante! The three of you have been good to me; you have treated me well and protected me from others. Of course, over time, I would fall for you…"
He chuckles dryly, "Oh, poppet, even if it was true, you shouldn't have allowed yourself to do so because we will never return it." He pushes into me, covering my cries with his hand.
It's not bad, but it could be so much better. I have to make him believe, though. His last words are so untrue. They do feel for me in their own way, but Dante doesn't want to admit it, so I will let him have this and power through it like I always do.
I cry out more than I need to, acting like it's the worst thing ever. The truth is, the brothers fuck my ass so often that it’s used to the invasion, but still, I prefer the lube over my arousal any day. I let my mind wander to Beau, helping my eyes tear up, and when the first tear falls, Dante grins.
"It fucking hurts, doesn't it? I can feel how tight this little ass of yours is, and I love it, and you cry such pretty tears, but tell me the fucking truth, poppet." He starts fucking me harder. "Tell me how you really feel about me and my brothers!"
"Please stop, it hurts so much!" I plead to make it look good.
"Not until you tell me, Poppet." He slips two fingers into my pussy, and I try not to moan at how good it feels. "It can all stop as soon as you tell me the truth."
I hope that what I'm about to say will tell him all he needs to know. I gaze into his dark eyes. "I fucking love you, Dante. What more do you want from me? I didn't want to fall in love with you guys, and I honestly don't know why I did, but I do. You can fuck me in the ass as many times as you want, and my answer will still be the same."
Dante stops completely and stares at me in disbelief. "Jesus, you really do, don't you?"
I nod and let more tears fall. When he starts to pull out, I stop him. "Please finish. The pain is going away, and I need to come."
I'm not lying about needing to come. This asshole has me so turned on, and now knowing that he believes me has me feeling so many things at once that I need a release. I begin moving, hoping he will start again, but it takes a few more seconds before he does.
"Fuck, Ryan. You shouldn't have fallen for us; we are not good men…"
"I know this…" I tell him and moan when he starts playing with my clit.
Gripping my shoulder with one hand while his other tortures my clit, he keeps me in place as he fucks his cock into me hard and fast. Sweat forms on his brow, but he doesn't let up, and he never takes his eyes off me. The fire is building inside of my body, and while Dante is staring at me, my eyes are on him, but my mind is somewhere else, where it's Beau who is standing over me, taking his pleasure from my body.
I hear Beau's voice,"Come for me, Ry."And I let go.
"That's it," Dante says. "Come for your master, and now, the keeper of your heart. I will not love you back, but now that I have your love, I'll never let it go."
Thank God I'm panting so heavily, because when he says those words, I grimace. He doesn't notice that it's out of disgust, though. Now, if I can make the other two believe it as well, all will be just as I need it to be. Only then will they fully trust me. I don't know what Bain has up his sleeve, but having the D'Angelo brothers trust the woman who loves hem will significantly aid in helping my stepfather when the time comes.
Forty-Four
I follow Dante down the back stairs that lead to the cages where they keep the victims of their trafficking ring. My heart pounds as it always does when I come down here, and I prepare myself for the façade I must put on to make them all believe that I'm just as vile as the monsters who had them taken. I'm hard on them, yes, but that's because I need them to survive until I can send help. I wish I could tell them this, but I can't. I don't trust anyone with my secret here.
"Did we have product come in while I was down?" I ask Dante, bile threatening to come up just for calling the victimsproduct.
He turns his head and looks down at me, a slight smile appearing before answering, "Actually, yes. We have two females and three males. I thought we would give you a few more days before you get started on the women." He places his hand on my lower back, pulling me into him as he stops before the first cage.
My eyes widen at the first female I see and my head whips to Dante. "How old is she?"
He shrugs. "Mario says she is old enough, and I trust his judgment."
Fury boils my blood. Trying to keep the rage out of my voice, I ask Dante, "Do you trust my judgment?"
"That depends, poppet." He pulls me into his arms and grabs my hair, pulling my head back so I look up at him. "I can see the anger in those beautiful eyes of yours. Tell me, Ryan, what makes you so angry?"
"The girl." I pause, licking my lips. "There is no way she is of age. She's barely sixteen by the looks of it. Look at her, Dante. How many underage females has he brought you in the past? Sure, he can make them look older by applying makeup, and you don't usually pay much attention to them until the night of the sale or if they are giving Mario trouble."
Dante squints at me and lets me go, turning toward the cage. "You, with the blonde hair, come here so I can see you better."
