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Angelo is the one who lifts me out of the trunk and sets me gently on the floor, while Saint removes the cuffs from my wrists and ankles. He even rubs the skin, soothing away some of the ache while Victor takes the ear plugs out of my ears. I don’t understand how my hands and feet can be so cold, but Saint’s touches are so nice that I hiccup and sob.
He lets go too soon to join Angelo and Victor standing in front of me.
“Why were you punished, Lucia?” Victor asks calmly.
My mind is in such disarray that I have a hard time understanding the question, let alone giving an answer. But I don’t want to give him a reason to put me back in the box. “B-Because—Because I called my sister.”
“No.” Victor shakes his head. “Try again.”
Fuck, fuck. I need to give the correct answer. But it’s so hard. I can barely breathe, let alone think. I look at them through my tears and wrack my brain for what they want.
Finally, it sinks in. “Because… I… disobeyed. I betrayed you.”
“That’s right.” Victor motions for me to stand up. “Now give all of us a kiss.”
It takes me a few tries to get to my feet. My knees hurt so badly from having been bent at that awkward angle for so long. The vibrator is still inside me, its weight insistent against my sore walls. None of them helps me though. I have to do this on my own.
I have to walk over to them and kiss them, of my own volition. Kiss these men who tortured me.
I take a few wobbling steps to Saint. I have to steady myself against his shoulders so I can press my lips against his. I don’t have the energy to do more than that, and I expect a reprimand, but Saint returns the gentle kiss without attempting to deepen it. He strokes my hair lightly before he breaks the kiss. He smiles and nods at me.
Next, I turn to Angelo. Kissing him is harder because I need to get up on my tiptoes. My body shakes, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep the vibrator from slipping out of me. Angelo’s kiss is just as gentle as Saint’s, and it surprises me, but I’m so damn grateful too. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d pinched me or hurt me. All he does is stroke my back.
But when he breaks the kiss, I almost panic, because the next person in line is Victor. I’m more terrified of him than of the others. I don’t want to kiss him. I can’t.
Victor looks at me, but he doesn’t say anything. I take one step in his direction, and another, then I freeze.
Then Victor sets his gaze on the trunk, and that gets me moving faster than anything else. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my lips to his, begging for forgiveness without any words. I need this to be enough. I can’t go back.
By the time he ends the kiss, I’m crying again, fat tears rolling down my cheeks and soft sobs escaping my lips. Victor rubs the tears away and smiles at me.
“Good girl. We’ve forgiven you.”
Those words break something in me. I start bawling outright and wrap my arms around him, crying into his shoulder. I feel like a fucking child, but I can’t stop myself. Saint and Angelo approach, and now I’m fully surrounded by them. Victor’s arms slide around my back, holding me, while Saint and Angelo pet me.
The time in the trunk has made me extra-sensitive to their touches, and I tremble beneath them. Their hands are firm but gentle as they run over my skin—touching my back, my arms, my chest, my breasts, though none of it is in a sexual way. I don’t know what to make of it, and it only makes me sob against Victor’s shirt. I bury my face against him, ashamed to let any of them see the ugly tears spilling from me and soaking the fabric.
But it’s not like they don’t know.
Their touches remain light, gentle, and it’s overwhelming. I’ve never craved something so badly, but right now, I feel like I might die if they stop for even a moment. I want to grab onto them and keep them near me, but I already feel so needy that I’m scared of what they might think of me.
Fuck, who cares what they think of me anymore?
I reach out with one hand to Angelo, and to Saint with the other, and I tug lightly as I pull them in and steady myself on them. They’re oppressively close, but it’s what I need—to be surrounded by their warmth and their touch, to smell their cologne and unique scents. I just want to curl up and cry it out, but I don’t know how to ask for it.
“Let’s get that vibe out of you,” Victor murmurs into my hair.
I nearly choke on my gratitude as tears spill from me yet again, but I let him nudge me a step back. It doesn’t take much to get it out, and I sag in relief as I’m left without it—but I feel empty, too, like it feels strange to go without something inside of me. But I can’t ask for it back, not without losing every shred of my dignity. Besides, I don’t want Victor to continue to have that control over me… and I don’treallywant it.
I almost laugh through my tears. Like Victor having control over me would be anything new. Like he still doesn’thavecontrol over me. The other two will do exactly what he says, when he says it, and I’m powerless against one of them… let alone all three.
But in their embrace, that feels less important.
“Angelo, Santino, take her back to her suite,” Victor says after a pause, his eyes taking me in. I can’t read his expression, but that’s nothing new.
All I know is that the panic flaring up within me is real, too real, and I furiously shake my head. “Please,” I say, slipping down to my knees despite their touches. I rest my head against Victor’s thigh. “Please don’t leave me alone.” My terror is palpable, and even the soft pats to my head and shoulders do little to calm me down.
“What do you want then, Lucia?” Victor asks, stroking a few strands of my hair back behind my ear.
