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"Please," Bain pleads, which I've never thought I'd see him do. "She willingly gave herself to you. The least you can do is show her respect in front of me and her mother."
Luca lets my hair go and puts it back in place before pressing his lips to my forehead. "Such a good poppet," he whispers.
He then spins and gets into Bain's face, but Bain doesn't budge. "Tell me Huntley. Is this concern of yours the fatherly kind, or is it because you secretly want to fuck your stepdaughter? The same one your son took as his wife."
"Don't be disgusting!" Bain sneers at the youngest D'Angelo. "I love Ryan like a daughter."
Luca glances back over his shoulder at me, letting his eyes wander down my body. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind being her stepdaddy either."
"I think we need to end this conversation now," Dante says as he stares at Bain. "We have guests to attend. So, if you're going to stay, fine, but you will not be alone with Ryan. Is that understood?"
With a tick in his jaw, Bain nods at Dante. "Fine," he states and looks at me. "I just want to be able to tell her mother how her daughter is fairing."
"I'm okay, I swear. They haven't hurt me if that's what you mean…" I'm cut off when Sergio jerks my leash again. "You do not explain yourself or what happens under this roof to anyone, understand?"
"Yes, Master," I whisper as I stare into his hazel eyes.
He grins smugly. "That's my goodwhore," he says haughtily, emphasizing the name for Bain's sake.
None of the brothers ever call me demeaning names unless they are fucking me. They usually call me poppet and sometimes by my real name. When they do call me whore or slut, it's only to heighten the mood when they are taking me, and I will admit that I'm beginning to enjoy the degrading names as they fuck me. Believe it or not, they say it as an endearment. I know they are genuinely enjoying themselves when they call me by these names, and it makes me happy to know that I am pleasing them.
Pleasing them is my mission here. Only giving them what I know they want will help me get what I want in the long run. The D'Angelo brothers love playing their sick perversion games, but they don't realize just how competitive I am. There can only be one winner in the end, and if I play my cards just right, it could be me. I just have to be willing to have patience and bide my time, however long that may be.
The party is winding down, and just when I think I'm getting away without having to serve any of the brothers, Luca snatches me up by my waist and takes my leash from Sergio's hand. When I look at the biggest and scariest of the brothers, he smirks at me, then winks before returning to the conversation he was in the middle of.
Luca doesn't take me far, but I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that the room is empty, at least. He's brought me into a small sitting room that I use sometimes when I need a little me time, and I read. I'm surprised that I get alone time, but they have given me more space than I thought they would, as long as I don't leave the house without their permission.
I'm pushed back against the door, and Luca's hand is around my throat instantly. "Tell me, poppet. How do you feel about seeing Huntley here?"
"I don't know what you mean. How am I supposed to feel? I'm here because of him…"
Luca squeezes my neck a little more, and his face turns slightly angry. "No, you're here because the Huntley heir thought he could have you and be happy. He should have kept bullying you, and you wouldn't be here. Although, I can't lie; when I first saw him bullying you a little over a year ago, I knew deep down that I had to have you. You likely would have ended up here anyway." He leans in and rubs his nose against my cheek. "Because Ialways get what I want, poppet."
I want to ask him what the Huntleys have done, why they have a vendetta against my new family, but I don't dare…not yet. I doubt he will tell me—I haven't earned it yet. So, instead, I play into this little game of his and reach out to cup the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Would you like me to relieve you of this, Luca?" I lick my lips. "Let me make you feel better; it's why I'm here."
A slow grin creeps onto his face, and using his grip on my throat, he pushes me to my knees. "You are too fucking perfect, poppet."
After undoing his dress pants and pulling his girthy cock free, he yanks my head back by my hair. "Beg me for it, Ryan. Make me believe that you really want to suck my cock."
"Mm, please, Luca…I want you to use my mouth." I tell him in the best seductive tone I can muster, "I need to taste you on my tongue. Please, let me be a slut for you…"
“Well, fuck, poppet…”
He pulls my head toward him, and I open just in time for him to shove himself into my mouth. Luca likes the control; he wants to hurt me by fucking my mouth deeply, and if I try to stop him, he only makes it worse, so I've learned to let him have his way.
"That's it, poppet…open that throat for me." He bites his bottom lip as he looks down to watch me take all of him. "Oh yeah," he groans when my nose smashes against his body, and quite a bit of his head is down my throat.
I try breathing through my nose like they always tell me to, but it's so hard when you're down on your knees with your mouth full. It's not easy sucking cock, but guys don't get this. I just try to do the best I can and hope that I don't pass out from lack of oxygen.
"Look at you, acting the perfect slut for your Master. I'm dying for the day when I can take you with both my brothers. You will never be the same when we do." He pulls out, letting me take a much-needed breath, and then starts fucking my face hard.
Just when I think he's going to come down my throat, he pulls out and squeezes the head of his cock, covering the pierced hole. "Get the fuck up. I want to come in my cunt."
I get up as quickly as I can and immediately go to the first piece of furniture, which happens to be an armchair. I bend over the arm and lift the bottom of my dress over my hips. I know he would really make it hurt if I were to take my time, so I rush, and he just laughs.
"Such a greedy fucking slut for my cock…" he says as he plunges into me, not caring that I'm not prepared for him.
