AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I push Pavone against the wall, and she grabs his hand. He fights against her—or at least tries to—but the lack of air is making it difficult for him to function, let alone fight. She gets one of his wrists cuffed with a satisfying sound of metal on metal, then repeats it with the other.
Only then do I release Pavone’s throat, and for a moment, the only sound is that of him sputtering for breath.
I finally look at Lucia, and she’s just as gorgeous as I remember—more so in the dress, though I feel a fierce possessiveness at the sight of it. I take a step toward her, and she immediately backs away.
I sigh and spread my hands. “Come on, Princess. One kiss, before I cut into him?”
“I meant what I said to you,” Lucia says stubbornly, lifting her chin in stubborn defiance.
There’s a flash of anger at the memory of her harsh words, but now isn’t the time to deal with those emotions. “I don’t care,” I tell her. “Give me a kiss, and I’ll make him scream for you. I’ll make him beg, just like I promised.”
“I will never beg,” Pavone sneers, his voice rough.
Lucia looks at him, then at me, before letting out a soft, shaky breath. “One kiss,” she says, and she approaches me. I put my hands on her hips, already anticipating the taste of her lips on mine, and I lean in and kiss her. It starts out slow, almost gentle, but I growl, deepening it until I know her lips will be bruised from it.
She pulls away, looking flushed.
“There. Now—now do your job—” she whispers.
I pull her flush against my body again. “My job? I’m not doing this because it’s a job, Princess. I’m doing this because I want to. But you don’t have to watch. You can fish the keys out of the driver’s pocket and fuck off before Victor and Saint arrive.” I lean down to nip the corner of her jaw. “You can have your pretty fantasy of running off to Mexico without us. Pavone will die either way.”
She stares at me, uncomprehending, for a long moment.
“You believe that bullshit?” Pavone rasps with an ugly laugh. “He’ll just hunt you down the second he’s done with me. Cut you to ribbons, too, or hand you over to Corvi.”
Her expression hardens, and she turns to him, slapping him hard across the face.
I’m not sure who’s more surprised, me or Pavone.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” she snaps at him.
He laughs again. “If you think you can trust someone like Angelo Guerra, you’re even less intelligent than I thought you were.”
The words impact her enough to make her tense against my body, but she doesn’t counter him.
“So what’s that make you?” I ask Pavone as I pull my pocketknife out. “You decided to keep me around, too. Lucia, at least, has some reason to believe I might like her. You, on the other hand…”
“I only gave you a chance because Damien wanted to,” Pavone says, with an ugly twist of his lips. “I should’ve known Corvi’s dog couldn’t be trusted.” He looks between me and Lucia. “You aren’t a fag, then? Another thing you were lying about?”
I laugh and kneel down next to Pavone, cupping his cock through his pants. The look of disgust that crosses his face amuses me. “See, your mistake was forgetting that bisexual people exist. Lucia is hot as fuck. So are some men.” I squeeze his balls, delighting at Pavone’s anguished cry. “You’re a disgusting pile of shit, but for Lucia, I’ll show you a good time.”
“I was fucking him behind your back. I was fucking Victor, too, and another man,” Lucia says to Pavone, and it’s her turn to smirk when he glares at her. He looks so fucking betrayed, it’s hilarious, like he really thought she was some virginal thing.
Well, she does play the part well when a dick isn’t in her mouth.
“Every time youinspectedme, I’d already been fucked. You never noticed. You kissed me when my lips were cum-stained. While you fucked me, I thought about Victor, Angelo, and Saint. The three of them know how to make me come, at least. Unlike you and your useless cock.”
“You fucking slut,” Pavone hisses. “Your fucking loose pussy wasn’t any good anyway.”
Lucia rolls her eyes. “Oh, ouch,” she says, deadpan. “I’m wounded.” She tilts her head, considering him. “Not as wounded as you’re going to be, though. I have every intention of watching as Angelo takes you apart.”
That sounds like an invitation to get properly started. I use the knife to cut the buttons off Pavone’s vest and shirt. The wedding outfit has a lot of layers, and it’s almost a shame to destroy the expensive clothing.
Ah, who am I kidding. I love destroying fancy clothes.
And I especially love the way Pavone starts trembling and struggling against me.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” he yells while he kicks with his legs. He doesn’t have the leverage to do much damage, but it does make it harder to get clean cuts with the knife.
