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He does still once he's in, letting me adjust, but only briefly before he pulls out. "Now be a good girl and scream for me, poppet."
Luca returns me to Sergio once he's done using me. Gripping my chin, he demands my attention before walking away. "Thank you, poppet. As always, it was amazing." He brushes his lips against mine before stepping back and smiling.
When someone else gets his attention, Sergio pulls me close and dips his head, so only I can hear him, "You look thoroughly fucked, poppet. I'm beginning to feel left out, knowing that you have both my brothers’ cum dripping from you." His hand slides to my ass and he squeezes it gently. "I'll be adding to it later, but for now, you have arrived just in time."
I tilt my head upwards to see his face. "Just in time for what?"
Sergio can make most women drop their panties with his smile, and I'm afraid to admit that I'm no different. My breath hitches when he turns it towards me. "Patience, little poppet." He grabs my hand even though he still holds tight to my leash. "Come, we must take our place by my brothers."
Not that I have a choice, but I follow him, letting him pull me by the hand as he leads me to another room where chairs are set up, and a platform looms in front of them. I no longer see my stepfather as we make our way through the guests, so he must have slipped out while I was with Luca. Three chairs sit off to the left side of the makeshift stage, and he takes the middle one, bringing me down on his lap. One arm is around my waist, anchoring me against him while he places his other hand on my thighs, draped over his legs.
"What is going on, Master?" I ask him before looking back at the stage.
"You will see, Poppet." When all I do is sigh and sag my shoulders in disappointment, he chuckles. "Let's just say that you will be happy that you are here, on my lap, and in my collar." His beard scratches my upper cheek as he presses his lips to my temple.
"Hey, gorgeous." Luca comes and sits in the chair to Sergio's right, leaving the other chair for Dante.
The way that Sergio has me sitting on his lap has my back toward Luca, but I can still see him as I turn my head slightly. Giving him a small smile, I say, "Hi Luca."
An image of us in the sitting room not too long ago pops into my head. He had me bent over the arm of the chair, one leg lifted as he pounded into me. With a finger fucking my ass, I came really hard, screaming out his name just like he asked me to. Afterward, he was surprisingly gentle as he helped me stand and straighten my dress, ensuring I got all the wrinkles out.
"I don't like anyone seeing what you look like with that just been fucked look." He chuckles, "But I guess there's no helping it."
He then kissed me heatedly, bruising my lips before escorting me back to Sergio. These men are so contradicting that it gives me pause as to who each of them really is. It's evident that they are bad guys, but I feel there is so much more to them than they let on most of the time. I see it in fragments when we are intimate, and I don't think they realize they are doing it.
I plan to unravel each D'Angelo brother until they bear their very souls to me; at least, I will try. Only then will I be able to start planning my escape. I will not let their feelings consume me, having me forget about the end game. Beau is my future; I will do whatever it takes to return to him.
"Ah, we have a full house tonight." Dante's grinning from ear to ear as he takes the last empty seat beside us.
"Is everything ready?" Sergio asks as he pulls me closer to him.
"Yes." Dante glances at his watch. "Ten o'clock, right on time. Mario says that number eight was not cooperating, so he had to do what was necessary. I've crossed eight out for tonight, and hopefully, we can add it to next month's show."
I get a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. God, this is not what I think it is, is it? Squirming just a little, Sergio tightens his hold on me and tells me to sit still. Of course, I obey him and become a statue on his lap, not wanting to upset him.
As the lights turn down and a spotlight hits the raised platform, I look down at my lap, not wanting to watch what I know will be happening before my eyes. I'm already starting to feel sick just thinking about it, especially when Sergio's words from earlier echo through my head,"Let's just say that you will be happy that you are here, on my lap, and in my collar."
Luca weaves his hand into my hair and pulls until I look back up. "Eyes on the stage, poppet. You will need to become accustomed to these monthly shows because you will be helping in the future."
Oh God, he can't be serious! I whimper, earning me a frown from Dante. Sergio squeezes my thigh, pinching the skin between his fingers and his hand as his hot breath tickles my neck. Even when he's speaking angrily at me, I get tingles at how intimate it feels when he does it.
"You will watch this, poppet, and not make a sound. Be grateful that you chose us. In doing so, you saved yourself from this fate, but don't think for a moment that you won't be a part of this. Nobody lives under this roof without participating in the business." He nibbles on my lobe briefly. "We have to cover our asses just in case someone tries ratting us out."
Fuck!
I reluctantly watch as one guard pulls a young woman out on stage. She's naked, and she has a large 1 written on her stomach in red. She wavers back and forth, and when I look closely at her, I notice the dead look in her half-closed eyes. They've drugged her.
It's not all women that they pull up on the stage. There are also a handful of men who look in worse shape than the women, with cuts and bruises all over. I assume it is because they fight more than the women, but it's never in their favor.
Men and women raise their paddles as the auctioneer calls out obscene amounts of money. After they brought the first few people onto the stage, I could look past them and not stare directly at them. I'm helpless to do anything but keep my eyes in that direction as they are sold and taken away from the life they have come to know. Loved ones will miss them and spend every penny searching for them, not knowing they will never be found again.
By the time the last person comes across the stage, I'm doing everything I can not to lose my stomach, but in trying to keep my mind off the auction, a plan begins to formulate. This plan will most likely take a while because I will need to have the D'Angelos’ trust, and to do so…I swallow hard…I must become one of them.
This is no longer just about Beau and me. There is no way I can consciously leave here without trying to save as many of these people as I possibly can. I glance at Dante, who looks satisfied, knowing everyone is sold. It makes me sick, and I wonder how I'm going to be able to not let it show just how much I despise these men right now.
Dante must feel my eyes on him because he turns and meets my stare. "So, what did you think, poppet?"
Instead of ignoring his question since it's not something that I can get away with anyway, I decide to tell him the truth, "I find it deplorable that you can do this to another human being. Would you really have put me on that stage had I not agreed to be yours?"
