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“Give Santino a kiss, Lucia,” Victor says, guiding my head down.
I don’t think anything of it, blindly kissing Saint, until Saint tenses. He turns his head to the side, disgusted expression on his face. “Gross.”
For a second, anger grips me. How dare he, judging me, when he’s part of the reason I’m like this at all. It’s not until Angelo pulls me into his arms and licks my lips, and the skin around my face, that I realize what Saint was complaining about: Victor’s cum on my lips. Which is still rich, considering Saint has no problem coming in my mouth. Just for that, I kiss Angelo back enthusiastically, even though I’m beyond exhausted.
Another pair of arms grabs my waist, and I’m drawn back towards Victor. He kisses me too, more awkwardly with Saint’s body still between us. The bitter taste still lingers in my mouth, but Victor seems to have no issue with it. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him grabbing Saint’s hair.
When Victor breaks the kiss, I collapse back into Angelo’s embrace. Thankfully Angelo only holds me, occasionally stroking my skin.
I don’t understand what’s happening when Victor lowers himself down to Saint’s level.
“Do not bring your issues into the bedroom,” Victor says roughly.
“I’m not—” Before Saint can finish protesting, Victor’s lips are on Saint’s. It’s a brief, succinct kiss, but it’s enough to establish where the dynamics are. No matter what happens in this room, Victor is making it perfectly clear that he’s the alpha male. He may let Angelo play at it, but when it comes down to it…
Victor is in control, and if he lets anyone else believe they’re in control for even a single moment, that’s all it is: a belief. An illusion. Something he uses to toy with them over.
Saint turns his head, denying Victor anything else, but Victor kisses him again.
“You don’t want to be uninvited from our bedroom, do you, Santino?” Victor asks quietly.
Saint’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “No! No. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll work on it.”
“Good boy,” Victor says, stroking Saint’s hair.
Is that what my dynamic with Victor looks like from the outside? It’s a wonder Angelo takes me seriously. But it’s sexy as hell to watch, even if it’s humiliating as fuck to experience.
“I’m not moving,” I announce in the following tense silence. “So someone had better bring me breakfast in bed.”
“Reasonable,” Victor says. He pulls away from Saint and props himself up against the headboard. “Santino, go handle that.”
“And hold the drugs this time,” I grumble, glowering at him. “I’ve gotten enough sleep.”
Angelo snorts, kissing my hair. “I’ll go with him,” he says, helping me to move over by Victor so I can cuddle up against him instead. “We’ll need at least two trays, anyway.”
“Fuck, you’re all jerks,” Saint complains, but he slowly moves off the bed. He takes the tissues Angelo offers him to clean himself up, and both of them grab from the pile of clothes on the floor to get dressed. I’m surprised Victor allowed that level of mess.
After the two of them have gone, I look up at Victor. He’s idly stroking my hair, eyes closed and looking completely content.
“What now?” I ask him. “We can’t just fuck forever.”
“We’re taking a break today,” Victor answers. “Tomorrow… We’ll see about getting you properly acquainted with all the staff. I’ll let them know you’re part of the management now. And we can figure out exactly how to hit your father where it hurts him most.”
Just as quickly as I start to bristle at the idea of gettingproperly acquaintedwith the staff, I calm down when he continues speaking. I nod. “He’s already taken a loss, but… this was just a token attempt. He’ll try again.”
“Let him,” Victor says. He kisses the top of my head. “We’ll be ready for him this time.”
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Taming Lucia
Chapter 1
Two weeks have passed since that fateful evening. Some things have changed, but they mostly haven’t. Victor says I’m part of “management” now, but that doesn’t stop him from making me kneel between his legs and hold his cock in my mouth. I want to seethe, but all my concentration is taken up by keeping my mouth slack and my teeth away from his sensitive skin.
At least we’re in his office this time and not outdoors where the entire world can see me, and he was oh-so-kind enough to let me wear a mini-skirt and bra, so I’m not completely naked.
