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"What happened to the red silk?" His voice is hard.
"I got a perfume stain on it when Dante bent me over and fucked me on my vanity." I'm becoming more open with my words, telling it as things are and not pussyfooting around anything. These men don't like weak women.
Sergio looks over at his brother, who shrugs, not caring at all. When Sergio returns his attention to me, his stare is hard as he holds his hand out to the side. Someone places a flat square box in his hand and walks away. Opening the box, I gasp when I see a diamond collar with a matching leash.
I glance up into Sergio's eyes. "I can't have you walking around freely, now, can I? The other collar is an everyday one. You will wear this beauty at events such as this one. Now, can you be a good girl for me and show me your beautiful neck?"
I turn and pull my hair to the side, baring my neck for him. I thought I would have one night where I didn't have to wear it, but I should have known better. The click echoing through the room tells me it's locked into place and reminds me of my ownership. I sigh but then jump when Sergio's breath grazes my neck before he speaks softly into my ear.
"Tonight, you are to call me Master and nothing else. Do you understand, poppet?"
"Yes…M-Master." The word makes me feel humiliated and degraded, and yet, a tingle forms deep inside my core, especially when I hear him say his next words.
"That's a good girl. I wouldn't want to punish you in front of an audience for disobeying me." He places a kiss on my bare shoulder and steps back.
Luca steps forward and grabs my jaw harshly, wearing an amused smile. "You look ravishing, poppet. If anyone, and I mean anyone, looks at those tits of yours, they will answer to me. Once the party gets underway"—he licks his lips and grabs a handful of my ass—"I will come get you, so you can relieve this fucking boner you've given me."
"Okay, Luca…" I appease the young D'Angelo.
A radio crackles and a voice comes over it, informing the brothers that the guests are coming up the drive. Sergio pulls me by my leash until we are standing by the door. He's on one side of me, holding my leash, and Dante is on the other side of me with his hand on my ass. Luca stands across from us, smirking.
I'm unsure what to expect tonight, which makes me nervous. I know these men are possessive and won't let anyone touch me, but that doesn't go to say that they won't do anything to humiliate me in front of their guests. I put on a fake smile and prepare to play a role that will win me an Oscar.
As I watch the first set of guests arrive, and then the next and the next after that, my smile begins to falter, and I fight to keep it on my face. Men and women come, dragging along the people I assume they have bought. Most are on leashes and appropriately dressed, like myself. Others are barely in anything, and a few are even as naked as the day they were born.
My stomach churns as more and more guests show up. Men take my hand in greeting and kiss the top, treating me like a proper lady, as if they don't know that I'm the D'Angelo brothers’ whore. According to the brothers, they know better than to disrespect me, but I wasn't expecting this. Does it make it easier to deal with the rest? Absolutely not, but there isn't anything I can do.
I've gone to a place where I can space out the people around me but still keep my ears open in case one of the brothers calls my name. The last thing I want is to be punished in front of all these people for not answering them immediately, but if I don't separate myself from those who are like me here, I won't be able to keep it together. I shouldn't say that; they aren't like me at all. I made this decision even though they hardly gave me a choice; I still made it in order to help Beau, and these others didn't get to choose. They were taken and sold without a say.
"Ah, I'm so glad you could make it. I didn't think you would actually attend." Dante pauses. "Where is that lovely wife of yours?"
"My wife is not well…"
My head snaps up, and my chest tightens. "Bain…"
Thirty-Six
"Hey, pretty girl, how are you holding up?" my stepfather asks me.
I'm not really sure how to answer that or how to feel about him being here. On one hand, I'm still mad at him for putting me in this position, yet the vision of him on the television screen apologizing and telling me that he was trying to protect me by keeping me and Beau apart still tears at my heart. I now understand why he did it, and it also explains why my mother didn't push him on it…she knew. She must have known. But now it's about not coming forward and telling us the truth.
"As you can see, our little poppet is just fine." Sergio's voice takes on a menacing tone, and he pulls me close.
I don't miss it as Bain's eyes land on the collar around my neck or the leash in Sergio's hand. He does, however, refrain from commenting about it as our eyes meet again. "Your mother sends her love, and she misses you."
"H-How is she?" I ask him.
"Your mother just had a chemo treatment, poppet, so I'm sure she isn't feeling too well. Those treatments tend to do that," Dante answers for my stepfather, and I look at him questioningly. He smiles. "I told you that we would bring you to see her before she passes, which means we need to know how her health is coming along at all times."
For some reason, Dante telling me this puts a little skip in my heartbeat, and I give him a little smile. "Thank you, Dante."
"Of course, poppet." He takes my chin to lift my face as he dips his head, kissing me in front of Bain.
My cheeks flush. I know he's doing it for my stepfather's benefit, and I also know that if they invited Bain here, they will make a point, and I don't think that will bode well for me. When Dante's hand slips to my breast as he kisses me, a moan slips. I get so lost when any of the brothers kiss me that I forget where we are at the moment.
"Must you?" Bian's angry voice breaks my kiss with Dante, and when I look at my stepfather, his eyes are almost black with anger. "You don't have to maul her just to make a point to me. I think Sergio's little show a month ago proves that you own her now, but that doesn't mean you have to treat her like your whore in front of everyone."
"She is our whore." Luca smirks. "So, why wouldn't we treat her like one? Poppet knows her place, don't you?" He steps over to me, grabs a handful of my hair, and yanks it back. He then squeezes my breast, just like Dante did, before looking at Bain again. "If we want to maul her in front of our guests, we will. Hell, I'll bend her over right now and fuck her tight cunt, letting everyone watch and see how well she takes my cock."
