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“Fierce tigress, then,” I amend. “What a pretty little tiger.”
“Careful, or you’ll end up with your throat torn out,” she snaps at me, but she spreads her legs wider so I can clean her more thoroughly. She probably still feels disgusting from being fucked, and I almost feel sorry for her—because she’s going to feel thoroughly fucked most of the time if me and Angel have any say in this.
Angel and I aren’t going to stay away from her unless Victor makes us, and right now? He has no reason to call us off.
I rinse her off then quickly clean myself. “I’ll get you in the shower to rinse off properly in a few minutes,” I say. “Stay there a minute.”
I hop out of the bath, going to lay a thick towel down on the floor. I get a deep bowl from the bathroom counter, an unopened can of shaving cream, and a pink razor still in its plastic packaging.
She stares at me, and it doesn’t take her long to figure out what I have planned.
Sort of.
“I don’t need to shave my legs,” she says, showing off one perfect leg with a slender ankle. She probably waxes her legs, and she’s lucky I didn’t get some waxing kit for her beautiful cunt.
I’m being nice.
“Good. But that’s not what needs to be shaved right now.” I gesture to the towel. “Come lay down and spread your legs, kitten.”
“Like hell,” she says, staying in the bathtub.
“Don’t make me come over there and drag you out,” I warn her, though the idea of forcing it upon her is exciting, to put it lightly.
“Even if you drag me out, you can’t make me lie there while you shave me,” Lucia argues.
“You’re gonna fight when I have a razor near your clit?” I ask, in mock surprise.
“You’d have to get my cunt near the razor first, and that’s not happening.”
Her eyes are blazing, her dark hair wet and dripping down the curves of her naked body. I want to go to her and lick it away, but more than that, I want to see her utterly smooth.
“No?” I pointedly pull my cell phone out of my pocket, and she pales.
“You wouldn’t.”
I wink at her and hit Angel’s name on my contact list. The phone rings twice, then his sleep-roughened voice answers irritably, “Yeah? This better be good.”
“I need some help shaving Lucia,” I tell him. “Is that good enough?”
Lucia is shaking her head, but I ignore her, all while grinning as Angel responds, “Where are you?”
“In what would’ve been her bathroom. Thought it’d be nice to show her what she was missing out on,” I say smugly.
Angel doesn’t even bother to say goodbye before he hangs up.
“Now,” I say, approaching the tub. “Are you going to be good, or are Angel and I going to have to tie you up first?”
“I’m not letting you shave me,” she says, scrambling back to the other side of the tub and slipping onto her ass.
I shrug and grab my boxers, sliding them back up over my hips. Then I linger by the doorway. She doesn’t get out of the tub, and why would she? She has nowhere to go.
The door opens only a few minutes later. Angel’s got heavy scruff on his chin and his hair is in disarray, but his eyes are alert and he’s grinning. He didn’t put on a shirt when he stumbled out of bed, and I feel the usual mild jealousy when I see his well-defined abs. He has a neat coil of rope in his hands.
“Couldn’t get enough of us last night, Princess?” Angel asks. “Three cocks were just so good, you aren’t satisfied with only one now?”
“Fuck off,” Lucia snarls, but she also draws her knees up to her chest, as if that’s going to protect her from us.
Angel lowers the toilet lid and sits down on it. “So, shaving?”
