Page 32 of Breaking Lucia


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“I’m almost done, then you can have her,” I tell Angel. “Just gotta get the hard spots.” Without her squirming, it’s easy to finish getting the bikini line out of the way. Just a few more swipes, and I sit back, satisfied.

I run a hand along her now-smooth pussy, rubbing her clit. She jerks away from me, no doubt emboldened by the fact that I no longer have the razor pressed against her.

“Okay, that does look good. She can’t hide anything.” Angel sits up and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Imind,” Lucia says. “I’m still sore from last night.”

“Kitten,” I say, my voice warning, “you agreed to fuck us last night if we kept you away from the staff and the guards. You don’t want us to go put you in the middle of the living room all nice and shaved, now do you?”

Lucia instantly stops talking.

“I’m still pissed off about that,” Angel says, “Pretending to be a nice little virgin, but it turned out her cunt was a free-for-all.” He pulls his erection free from his jeans, and I carefully look away. Not that I haven’t seen his cock before, but…

“Now it’s only free-for-us. How long do you think Victor will let us keep her?” I pet Lucia’s bare pussy again. Then, on a whim, I push one of her thighs up, spreading her even wider than she’d been earlier. I can feel the tension in her muscles, and just for fun I use my other hand to lightly stroke down her thigh and to her slit.

She’s wet again. I smile at her, pushing my fingers in deeper, and watch as her face and chest mottle red.

“Who the fuck knows.” Angel shuffles between Lucia’s legs and lifts her other thigh. “All I care about right now is this tight cunt in front of me.” He pushes my hand away. “Now get out of the way, unless you want to stroke me off.”

I scowl at him, partially because of the flippant grin he casts my way and partially because I know he’s serious. He’d love nothing more than to get my hand on his dick.

I pull back immediately, and he shrugs. “Your loss.”

He pulls the condom on, tossing the wrapper to the side, then circles her clit with the head of his cock. It looks massive compared to her tiny pink slit, all exposed and waiting to be defiled.

When he slowly starts to push his way in, Lucia lets out a little whimper. I can’t tell if she’s uncomfortable or if it just feels that damn good for her, but either way, Angel doesn’t let up. He keeps going, groaning as he works toward bottoming out inside her. Even after last night, she has to be tight.

Angel closes his eyes, groaning. “Goddamn,” he said. “Such a good little hole.”

Lucia glances at me, her eyes dark, but she says nothing.

“And she’s so slick,” Angel marvels. “I guess she got off from you shaving her. Or maybe she just got hot at the thought of my dick.”

“Right,” I scoff.

He doesn’t take his time with her. He has her body gathered up in his arms, where he’s thrusting into her, over and over. He’s in this to come, not for her pleasure, though I’m tempted to reach out and touch her wet cunt to make her come again. Every time she does, I can see it breaking off just another little part of her, making her moreours.

Angel usually has more stamina than this, but it isn’t long before he comes. He fills the condom with a moan, holding himself over Lucia’s body for a long moment before he withdraws.

“She still needs to get in the shower and rinse off,” I say, “so dump your cum on her if you want, but it’ll be coming right back off.”

Angel looks a little sheepish, like he’d been preparing to do just that. But he nods. Like a gentleman, even, he helps her to her feet. I get the water in the shower running, getting it to the perfect temperature before I gesture her inside.

“Rinse off,” I order her. “And don’t take long. It’s time for you to go back to your cell.”

Her shoulders droop, but she gingerly gets into the shower.

“What, did she think we’d let her stay in this part of the house after what she pulled?” Angel scoffs.

Obviously so.

But she doesn’t get luxury, not until we’re ready to let her have it. Until then, she’s just our toy.

10

Victor

The response Bellini sent is an insult. He wants his daughter back, but he says he doesn’t have that much liquid cash, and that particular territory isn’t his to give away.

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