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What in fuck’s sake was I about to witness?
“Let’s get on with this,” I demanded through clenched teeth, exerting my dominance.
The queen is here. Let the beatings begin.
The third man stiffened at the sound of my voice, confirming my suspicion that he knew my father, and by extension me. His hands tied behind his back hadn’t been pulling to get free like the other two. They’d hung loose at first, relaxed against the firm outline of his tight ass. Now, they were balled into fists with knuckles so white they practically glowed.
Anthony took his suit jacket off. “Good morning, boys.” He removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. “Time to show you dogs what happens to people who screw with me.”
The first two dogs, as Anthony called them, whined against the tape over their mouths.
“Shut the fuck up,” Reggie kicked their feet, making their cries peel even louder.
The two men squirmed and whined again, their knees planted in boxes of rice. The third man wasn’t. “What is the rice for?” I asked subtly over my shoulder.
“It’s a torture tactic.” Giancarlo pressed his wet lips against the shell of my ear. “The grains dig into the skin.”
Anthony finished rolling up his sleeves and said, “Bring her closer, Gian.”
With his hands clamped around mine and behind my back, Gian walked me to Anthony. He grinned at me, his eyebrows pitched downward in a sinister smile. He held my face and rested his full lips against mine. The touch sparked not only fear in me, but lust.
Lust for a man wielding power. Two. One in front of me, one behind me. Both of them scaring me and turning me on at the same time.
“What is going on?” I choked out.
“You questioned how I get people to give me what I want,” Anthony whispered, opening the belt on his trousers.
I caught my breath, not believing how the jangle of a goddamn belt now made me wet between the legs. My nights with Gian trained me to get soaked at the sight of a leather strap that would hold me down so he could fuck me relentlessly.
After Anthony let me go and walked backward, the man on the far right jumped to his feet and lunged for him. But Messina’s piercing whistle startled me, hurting my ears. I staggered further against Gian as Reggie and Mark tackled the third blindfolded man, dragging him to a sheet-covered sofa I hadn’t noticed.
Anthony walked over to the two other men and roughly pulled down their blindfolds. “Watch carefully, doggy dogs. Next time, you might draw the short straw and get a long hard dick in the ass.”
What the fuck?
My heart pounded as Giancarlo’s hands rested on my waist this time, his fingers holding me in place. With so much happening around me, I didn’t know what I felt for him anymore and I didn’t know who to trust.
“No,” the man on the couch bellowed, kicking, but Anthony’s guards had him in a chokehold.
After Mark laid some kind of muscle paralyzing hold on the man, Reggie started tearing his clothes away. The sound of fabric shredding echoed through me.
“No. Not in front of her. You fuckface.”
I froze, recognizing the voice.
Sebastien...
“Stop!” I yelled, and tried to jerk away from Giancarlo.
“Shhh!”He put his hand over my mouth and pulled me deeper into the shadow, protecting my image as ice queen, I guessed. I couldn’t send a signal that Sebastien was my weakness. Gian held me in place, the grip firmer than I’d ever felt before. “It’s okay, I promise,” he whispered.
Anthony removed his belt, and opened his pants. They fell to the ground and puddled around his feet showing everyone he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Get a good look at this cock, you dogs.”
Jesus...My eyes fixated on the thing most full-blooded Italian men were blessed with and most proud of.
The dogs whined and dug themselves deeper into the rice.
Anthony stroked himself, smiling. “You tell anyone who’s even thinking about stealing from me that I have this black site all set up and ready for the kind of torture you’re about to witness. What I will and can do to a man this tall with thick muscles. No one is a match for me and my soldiers. No one defies me.” He sauntered up to Sebastien and skimmed his back all the way down to his ass. “This is what happens to people who mess with me.”
“Not...in...front...of...her,” Sebastien groaned, his face being pushed into the arm of the sofa by Anthony’s guards as veins pulsed and crawled up his forehead.
Reggie roughly gagged Sebastien with Anthony’s tie. The sound of Bastien’s jaw being pried open and his retching weakened my legs. That visceral urge to protect him gave me the kind of strength that would hurt someone. Or get me in trouble.
“He’s turning blue!” I whispered to Gian.
“He’ll be red and sweating soon enough,” he said against my ear. “It’s an act. The other two don’t know it’s Sebastien. Anthony doesn’t actually rape anyone.”
“So, Anthony and Sebastien aren’t going to have sex?”
“Oh, they are,” Gian’s voice clipped. “People leave here thinking they just saw a mountain of a man get raped. After what they see, they don’t cross us again.”
Anthony removed his shirt, his naked body nothing short of stunning. Perfect shoulders and sculpted arms. Muscular back, round hairless ass, and thick thighs. “And if you fight, dogs, I don’t use lubed rubbers. Everyone needs to know I’m in control here.”
With Reggie and Mark holding Sebastien, who was now naked, Anthony dropped a knee on the sofa while holding his cock.
“He’ll be okay,” Gian whispered into the curtain of my hair and breathed me in. “He does love it.”
“I’m sure Anthony loves to torture—”
“No. Bastien loves Anthony doing this to him.”
What?
“You dogs watching me?” Anthony bit into a condom wrapper and rolled it over his long hard cock. “I don’t know where this ass has been and I’m not leaving any evidence if you’re stupid enough to go to the cops.”
Anthony edged up to Sebastien’s ass. At the point of contact, Sebastien relaxed, the muscles in his arms not as taut. He released a choked groan as Anthony held Sebastien’s hips and jackhammered his cock into Bastien the Bastard’s ass.
Now I got how this kind of mental terror was designed to strike in the heart of anyone who dared to cross the princes.
Anthony and Sebastien fucked on a strange angle, giving me an amazing view of Anthony’s butt cheeks flexing as he pushed his cock deeper into Sebastien’s ass.
God, the muscles in Bastien’s arms and his shoulders took my breath away. I’d not seen him naked in five years.
“They wouldn’t have been doing this for years if Sebastien didn’t love it,” Giancarlo whispered, shattering me. “It gives them the kind of power I’ve never seen before.”
Reggie and Mark held Sebastien down, their eyes forward. Their stoic faces told me this was business as usual for them.
They’d been doing this for years.
What had started out as a lesson for me and a fear tactic for the dogs turned into something much more personal between Anthony and Sebastien. Had they forgotten Gian and I were watching? The two men in the rice?
Giancarlo’s hot breath fanned my neck, and I felt my pulse race. My eyes were glued to that sofa.
Anthony worked Sebastien’s ass slower now. Long, drawn-out seductive strokes. Watching them lose themselves in each other had me questioning everything I thought was true about my life. And theirs. All I saw was pure adrenaline. Their hunger for each other crackled the stale air around us with fiery electricity.
“What are they doing?” I whispered.
“I don’t know.” Gian sounded confused. “I’ve not seen them like this. Anthony usually climbs on top and pummels Bastien until he comes.”
He? Which he? “Are they secret lovers?”
“No,” Gian scoffed. “They’re both quite straight. Just...”
“Just?”
“I can’t help think they wish they were in a situation where they could be like this with each other more freely. You know? Without waiting until someone fucks us over and needs to be threatened. Having sex without an excuse.”
“What kind of situation would that be?”
I felt Gian shrug. For a moment, our fight lost all meaning as I watched my two oldest friends going at it. This must have been what Anthony felt like in high school watching Sebastien and me, spying on us, doing all kinds of dirty things to each other.
Feeling so far out of my depth about how to respond to this or what to feel, I grew angry. All I’d wanted was to take advantage of the deep-rooted history I had with these guys, so they’d give me a chance and listen to me. Consider what I’d found out with an open mind and want it stopped as well.
But they turned the damn tables on me. Came up with a ruthless game to shame me.
Except, now I was turned on and didn’t know who I wanted to fuck me first.
