Page 28 of Stolen Compliance

Joss jerks and his cries are starting to give me a headache, especially as the other asshole starts to freak out as well. Dominic sighs and I hear the sound of flesh striking flesh, but don’t dare look away from my task.

Once the pipe is about three-quarters of the way in, I stop, leaving the rest sticking out of his torn open and bleeding hole.

It’s a glorious sight, his flesh clenching so tightly to the pipe inside him, even as he quietly whimpers from the pain of it.

My cock throbs, the need to be taken or to take rushing through me. It’s not the act itself that turns me on, but the power, the adrenaline, the pleasure of exerting my will onto others… Fuck. I’m going to need another whore or two tonight to help scratch this restless itch.

Sitting back on my heels, I wipe the sweat from my brow and look up at Luca with a smile. “Your turn, newbie.”

He meets my challenging stare with one of his own before he jerks his head in agreement and heads to the torture tools.

Standing, I move to lean against the wall near Dominic, content for now to simply be in his presence as we watch the newbie look at the knives before choosing one and going to the asshole still chained to the chair. I don’t even know his name, only that he worked with Joss on procuring new merchandise and in the warehouse watching over them. After we’re done with him, though, what his name is won’t matter.

Dominic moves to get a better angle when Luca stands in front of the asshole, blocking our view. Jealousy flirts through me, and I squash it down, hating that the fucker can cause such useless feelings in me.

Curiosity has me following Dominic’s lead, and I move to stand beside him as Luca starts skinning the flesh off the asshole’s arm.

I’m surprised but impressed. Skinning is an art, one very few can master. I certainly can’t get the flesh to smoothly peel away from the body the way Luca is managing. It’s admirable, and I hate how hot competency looks on the guy.

When he’s finished, he steps back and looks to Dominic. “You wouldn’t happen to have salt, would you?”

Dominic laughs. “Should be with everything else.”

Luca nods and heads back to the tools while Dominic slides closer to me. His lips brush against my earlobe as he whispers, “Jealously looks good on you, Buttercup.”

I glare at him, and he smiles. His dark eyes are swimming with taunting, and I both want to punch him in his smug as fuck face and take his mouth with mine.

Luca returns to shake salt onto the open wound, and the asshole’s screams only take my arousal up a notch, as does my admiration for the fucking newbie.

“Clean everything up,” Dominic orders us. “I need to go call the Boss and let him know what’s going on.” With that, he pulls away, his fingers dragging down my arm in a suggestive manner that has my cock aching in my pants.

When it’s just Luca and me in the room, I take a deep breath and focus on cleaning up the tools we both used, leaving the fuckups where they are.

“Are you going to give me the silent treatment forever?” Luca asks as I scrub down the pliers.

I eye him as he puts the salt and lemon juice away. “I’m just not buying your act anymore,” I tell him clippedly.

He sighs but doesn’t say anything else for a moment before he says, “So…the Boss draws a line at underage?”

I curse inwardly at how he doesn’t seem to know how to get a fucking hint. “He’s not like his predecessors, or so I’m told. For the right price, he’d be happy with merchandise like the girl in question. But it is risky, and we take it very seriously. That’s how you get fucking caught and thrown into prison, or dead. So no. It’s not often, and never without a direct order.”

With that, I leave the room, unable to stand being so close to the guy for long. He’s so fucking…eager and unassuming, and it’d be easy to get drawn into his orbit. He’s just like the rest of them, I remind myself. Though with every olive branch he tries to extend, my argument gets weaker and weaker and his earnestness and willingness to learn draws me in. It reminds me too much of the type of man I went for before this became my life. And that is a dangerous path to go down, especially with someone like him.

Fuck my life.

Fucking Christmas. The last place I want to be is here. A party with all of Sergio’s… closest. It’s not like when Allesandro’s aunt had her Christmas party. Fuck, it’s not even the chaos that Lio and Benjamin have brought to Il Padrone’s.

Instead, it’s this sickening undertone of greed, of evil. And sure, plenty will say that about Il Padrone, but fuck, we, at least, are a family. Whatever Sergio has going on here is not that. No matter how much Kari floats around in her dress, smiling and captivating guests, it doesn’t change the situation.

Nor does Teo’s ruthless, yet fucking charming demeanor. Although fuck if it isn’t addictive. Even if he never turns it on me. Not that I’m fucking bitter over it. Ugh. Fine. I am, and it doesn’t make sense. My loyalty is to Allesandro, yet something about Teo just draws me.

Dominic, at least, I understand. He stands off to the side of the ballroom, watching. Like any Second, far more concerned about the safety of others. I briefly consider flirting with him, just to get Teo’s attention, but my heart isn’t in it.

Hell, my heart isn’t into any of this. Still, I force myself to go through the motions, knowing I’m representing the East Coast Martellis. There’s no option, not if I’m to keep them from being suspicious of my real motives—take over this damn Organization and dismantle the evil.

I don’t care how dramatic that sounds. Seeing the minor… I almost slipped. I’m not even sure how much I can take, and torturing those fuckers didn’t do nearly enough to appease the way my stomach turned.

“I’m going to be offended if you keep scowling like that.”