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I grab her by the back of the throat and force her to turn to face Victor, physically moving her other leg so she’s straddling him and pulling her ass back.
Victor pets Lucia’s hair and looks her in the eyes. “Kiss me. While he fucks you from behind like you’re a bitch in heat.”
“No,” she says, and his hand creeps back up around her throat. Obviously remembering the earlier threat, she gives him a look that speaks everything of defeat and so little of defiance that it thrills me. I love the fire in her—but I love quenching it, too, being at least partially responsible for watching her crumble until she’s a malleablethingin my hands.
I grab her ass cheeks and play with them a bit. There’s still a hint of bruising from when Victor spanked her, and I’m impressed by how hard he hit her. My thumb runs over her asshole, pushing in lightly, and she clenches in response.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I won’t fuck your ass… today.” I don’t have the patience to grab lube or work her open, and besides, Victor’s not the kind to keep lube in his office. I trail my hand lower to her cunt and dig my knuckles between her folds. “Look at you, all wet for me. I was worried I’d have to lube you up with blood.”
Lucia blanches at that, and her gaze quickly darts in the direction of the body on the floor. Her horror is so tangible I can nearly taste it. “I’m not wet for you,” she snaps, but there’s something brittle in her voice.
“What, you wet for Victor then?” I ask, smirking at her.
Victor chuckles. His fingers join mine and slip into her hole, making Lucia squeak and quiver. “Your cunt knows what it wants, at least.”
This time, she stays silent, her eyes downcast.
I undo my fly with one hand and pull my cock out, then nudge it against her hole. Victor’s fingers don’t budge, and I’m surprised that he’s willing to touch cock. We don’t talk about private shit, but I know he isn’t bi like me—or Saint.
At least, I’m pretty sure he’s not.
He doesn’t pull his fingers out until I start pushing in. I almost want him to keep them there, because it feels so good—the extra tightness, the way he’s moving, but I’m not going to push my luck.
Lucia has to brace herself against Victor as I start fucking into her, and I’m not sure if her sound of protest is directed at me or at Victor for claiming her lips. Fuck, that’s hot too, the way her entire body trembles and she tries to draw back but ends up fucking herself on me. There’s nowhere for her to go.
I lean forward to kiss her shoulder, and when I look up, I see Victor staring at me. On a whim, I lean in closer, pressing my lips to his. He doesn’t startle, almost like he was expecting it somehow, but he doesn’t get into it either.
In this moment, with the scent of blood lingering in the air, sexuality doesn’t matter. All that matters is his mouth on mine while I fuck her from behind, forcing her into an uncomfortable position and loving it even more because of that. I don’t slip him tongue, and he doesn’t try to take control of the kiss; he simply accepts it like it’s his due before pulling his head back and giving me a mild, nonplussed look.
Saint could learn a few things from Victor. But I’m feeling too good to linger on that, and Lucia has started tightening around me. She must be getting close too. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it insistently. “I want to feel you come, Princess.”
She’s whimpering, mewling like the bitch in heat Victor called her, as she thrusts back against me. It only entices me more, and my thrusts get more chaotic, more brutal. All the while I play with her clit, until her entire body tenses and grips my cock like a vise. It’s like she’s squeezing me from the inside out, and it only takes me a handful of strokes more to spill into her.
I pull out, breathing hard, and smile when my seed drips down her thigh. “God, she’s gorgeous like this.”
“Indeed,” Victor murmurs. He’s playing with her breasts now, and Lucia’s face is buried in his shoulder. She’s probably still crying.
“You want me to do anything?” I ask Victor, feeling a bit awkward now. I take a step back and my foot lands in something wet. Oh, right. The blood. “Damn, I forgot about the body for a second there.”
Victor snorts in amusement. “Go tell Marcelo to come clean up in here. We can burn the rug.” He pauses to guide Lucia to sit on his lap again. “I’ll keep Lucia company in the meantime.”
I smirk. I’m sure he’ll be excellent company for her.
19
Lucia
That whole day seemed surreal now, like it had happened to someone else instead of me. It’s just not possible for so many terrible things to occur on the same day. Being forced to deal with Victor and his kink for making me kneel beside him while he worked, having to watch a man I grew up with as an uncle be broken down and slaughtered, getting fucked by his killer while I was forced to kiss the man who’d given the order…
Then there’d beenkeeping Victor company, which had been a whole other ordeal entirely.
This morning upon waking, I shower—again—trying to get the last bits of Angelo’s seed from inside of me. When I return to the bedroom, a woman is pulling the blankets off the bed.
It startles me, and I take a step back, self-consciously wrapping the wet towel more closely around my body.
She’s the only woman I’ve seen on the grounds, and I wonder if she goes untouched or if she’s just as much of a plaything as I am. She offers me a hesitant smile as she briefly pauses. “I’m taking your bedding to be washed, ma’am,” she says.
Ma’am.
