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I turn my head and look at him, and then at Lorenzo slumped back in his armchair. Both their faces are flushed and they’re smiling. As I swallow, Vinicius wipes the corners of my mouth with his thumb.
“Good girl,” Vinicius murmurs in my ear. “Very good fucking girl.”
Cassius holds out his hand to me. “Come up here so I can talk to you.”
Vinicius lets me go, but I hesitate, glancing down at myself. I can feel Lorenzo in my mouth. I can definitely feel Vinicius on my thighs.
Cassius raises a dark brow. “You think I’m squeamish about that? Don’t be a baby.”
I get up and go over to Cassius, and he pulls me onto his lap and against his chest. “That was intense. You did well.”
Awkwardly, self-consciously, Cassius wraps both arms around me and holds me. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Vinicius and Lorenzo exchange surprised glances.
“I didn’t think you liked giving affection,” I whisper, so only Cassius can hear me.
“I’m trying, for you,” he says tightly. His grip is as tight as his voice. It’s like being hugged by a metal cage.
“Relax your muscles. I want you to feel soft.”
Cassius takes a deep breath and lets it out. Slowly, all the tension melts from his arms and chest. I sink into him and rest my cheek against his shoulder.
“Did you enjoy that,bambina?”
I glance up at him, sheepish and exhausted. “I…did actually.”
“Good girl.”
They need to stop saying that. I’ll get addicted. Cassius’ warm words cascade through me and I close my eyes. What an afternoon. Despite the terrifying way it started, the past hour or so was delicious. My mind travels backwards through the events. Swallowing down Lorenzo. Vinicius pounding into me and coming hard on his cock. Coming beneath Lorenzo as he had a gun to my head. Remembering the bet sends a spurt of irritation through me. I’ll bring that up later and tell them that if they ever pull a stunt like that again then they can forget about touching me, but for now, I let it go, and drift in the warm cocoon that Cassius has made for me.
I can hear Vinicius and Lorenzo talking quietly. Lorenzo. What a strange, terrifying man he is, but I glimpsed something in the middle of all that, didn’t I? Someone more vulnerable than the face he usually presents to the world. I saw that person even as he held a gun to my head or shoved that horrible knife in my face.
The knife.
My eyes pop open.
Theknife.
He used it on me, to threaten me and cut off my clothes. My stomach rolls at the memory. The same knife that was used to kill my mother.
I should never have begged for Cassius’ affection. Being in his arms has made me feel again, and the first emotion that rushes back burns through me like fire.
Shame.
I scrunch my fingers in Cassius’ shirt and press my face into his chest. “Can you kill me, please? I don’t want to live anymore.”
“Bambina?”
Revulsion pounds through me and tears pour down my face. “I deserve to die. I’m disgusting. I can’t believe I let him do that to me.”
“Who?”
“Lorenzo,” I whisper. “His knife.”
“His knife?” Cassius repeats. Lorenzo’s knife is on the carpet on the other side of the room. No blood on it. No marks on me. “I don’t understand.”
I wipe my cheeks and look over at Lorenzo, who’s face is a tight, pale mask. He knows, even if the others don’t.
Cassius strokes my hair. “Scava, what did you do to Chiara to win her trust?”
