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Wearing this t-shirt only makes things worse.
The idea has me debating to take it off entirely. Rather walk fucking nude in this grand mansion than walk into that room wearing this shirt. It’s tempting enough that I’m seconds from doing the deed before a chuckle graces our ears.
“I’d love to know why you despise Dom, Dolcezza.”
My lips dip at the voice coming from behind me.
A glance over my shoulder confirms Zander’s presence. It takes me a few seconds to recognize the sinister man with a crazed look of excitement because he now looks extremely calm.
Almost normal… whatever that’s defined as for him in particular.
His hands are casually in his pockets as he sports ripped black jeans with chains that I can tell are either custom-made or from an Italian brand of some sort due to the rare shape of the diamonds that decorate the accessory.
His top has ‘SUCKER’ in lime green that shifts to pink, the brand, OFF WHITE ELITE below in tiny letters. His hair is tied, showing his plentiful piercings all over his ear cartilage.
Seeing all those piercings has me wondering if his nose, brows, lip, or tongue is pierced.
What surprises me the most is the pair of gold glasses sitting on his nose. The side band twinkles in the low light, VERSACE engraved in what has to be 14 karat gold, minimum.
“What?” he inquires, and there’s the taunting smile as he leans in and licks the side of my neck.Specifically where Ares left a very obvious hickey.“Wanna see my pierced cock?”
Oh…
There’s so much that could be said, yet I stand there, trying to figure out how the fuck that even works.
I’ve never dealt with anyone with a pierced cock.
Leaves me wondering if I’m missing out on something or if I haven’t explored the world of cocks enough to meet a man as fucked-up to pierce his shaft for the fun of it.
“And you didn’t die?”
It has to be the baffled sound of utter horror in my voice that makes him lose it in laughter.
“Ares. Look at Sweet Dynamite’s face. She’s horrified.”
“Anyone would be if you go on flaunting how you pierced your cock,” Ares calmly notes. He doesn’t smile, but I can see the slight twinkle in his eyes as he takes a few steps up the stairs, so he’s standing next to me. “You should tell her you did it four times.”
FOUR TIMES?!
“I’m not sure if it's because you’re comfortable with us or you’re struggling to comprehend any sane person getting their genitals pierced four times for fun, but your expressions may be the highlight of our confrontation,” Ares admits.
“Highlight of the fucking year.” Zander laughs and leans in close to admire my face. “Between you, me, and Ares, I only have three piercings. I had to get the last one done twice because the douche almost pierced a vital vein or some shit.”
“And you didn’t die?” I’m still struggling to wrap my head around this madness. It has to be.
Sure, I’ve thought of piercing my nipples, but never in a million years would I pierce my vajayjay. The mere thought makes it feel like thousands of creepy crawlers are running up and down my spine.
“Almost,” he says with a wink. “I’m sure your future self would have been happy if I did so you won’t have to suffer from dealing with three mad men, but Kian helped me with all the blood loss and gave me a transfusion. It was a wild time. I don’t remember half of it, though. Was pretty wasted.”
“You’re not supposed to drink before getting work done on your body,” I voice like some sort of mother.
“Look at our Dolcezza. Already fulfilling her role as our Queen before she even signs her contract,” Zander teases. He proceeds to reach out until his hands lightly wrap around my neck.
I don’t tense up at his touch, not feeling threatened by his assert of dominance, but when he tightens his hold, I have no choice but to give him all my attention.
“You’re too compliant,” he complains suspiciously. “Why?”
“What? Scared I have something up my sleeve for a woman that looks like me?” I offer in question. “I guess a Prescott can’t be a victim of circumstance, huh?”
