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I wrap my arms around Lucia’s waist and look at Santino from over her shoulder. “He looks so good down there, doesn’t he, love?” I whisper.
She shivers and nods, reaching down to run her fingers through Santino’s hair. She looks torn, as while her expression is heated, there’s a bit of hesitation as she allows us to touch her. Then she takes a deep breath and murmurs, “My reward. My spoils of victory.” She smirks. “Are you going to make it worthwhile for me?”
“I think we can satisfy you,” I answer, kissing the side of her neck. She’s still wearing the jewelry—a set of diamond earrings and necklace, but I love how she looks with them, so I don’t mention removing anything.
I’m about to order Santino to use his tongue when Angelo steps into the shower. His hands are still dark with dried blood.
“Fuck, don’t crowd me,” Santino complains. He also blushes, because when he lifts his head to glare at Angelo, he ends up brushing against Angelo’s cock.
“It’s not like there’s a ton of room,” Angelo points out, but he very deliberately presses his cock against the side of his face. “You’ll just have to get used to it.
Santino jerks to the side—or tries to, but Lucia holds him still.
“We’re all playing nice, right, Saint?” she asks sweetly. “Allof us.”
I smile and tighten my embrace on her. “Indeed. But Angelo is correct that there isn’t a lot of space here. Let’s clean up so we can enjoy ourselves without knocking elbows.”
“Or cocks?” Angelo jokes, waggling his eyebrows.
Santino slaps Angelo’s thigh. “Somebody turn the water on, please, so I don’t have to listen to him anymore.”
“It’s going to be cold,” Angelo warns. “You should probably shelter Lucia, so she doesn’t get hit with it first.”
Santino seems to take that responsibility very seriously, because he stands up and moves in between Lucia and the second showerhead. He turns it on, wincing as he takes the full blast of cold water on his chest.
Behind him, Lucia looks amused as Angelo does the same. I stay out of the water as much as I can, not wanting to experience the icy water myself, but it soon warms to a pleasant temperature.
Despite all the joking, Santino and Angelo manage to behave themselves while we wash up. We share kisses with Lucia and take turns washing her—making her shiver and moan—but aside from a few gropes, the shower is less sexual and more sensual. My erection grows, although I have no issue ignoring it in favor of running soap over Lucia’s body.
I do notice Angelo washing his own hands very thoroughly, for which I’m grateful.
“Maybe—maybe we should move this to the bed,” Lucia murmurs after a very thorough kiss from Santino.
“Are you sure, love? Are we all clean?” I ask, grinning—and trailing my fingers between her thighs.
“Your bodies are. Your minds sure aren’t,” she retorts, but she laughs. It’s a pleasant sound, something I enjoy hearing. She still seems to be high on her kill, which Angelo has to be enjoying in particular. I know he’d love to have a partner as bloodthirsty as he is. I never would’ve considered Lucia to be that partner before, but now… She’s gotten a taste for it, and when she finds Giulio Pavone and Damien Rossi, I have no doubt she’ll be quick to act.
“C’mon,” Santino says, turning off the water. His cock is semi-hard against his thigh, and he eagerly leads the way out of the shower, squeezing past me and extending his hand to Lucia.
We barely bother with towels as we make our way back into the bedroom, and Angelo picks up Lucia and tosses her onto the bed. She stares up at all of us, lips parted slightly and her face flushed red.
“How will you have us, love?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes find mine, and they’re dark with desire and need. She’s beautiful when she’s whimpering and begging, but she might just be even more lovely when she wants us so badly. “I want the three of you to pleasureme,” she says. “No pain, no humiliation, no games.” Her lips curve into a wry smile. “There will be plenty of time for that later on. But for now… Give me what I deserve.”
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LUCIA
Iset my jaw defiantly as I look up at the three of them. My heart pounds in my chest, and I’m scared that they’ll ignore my wishes, tie me down and have their way with me—but they all nod.
Victor leans forward and kisses me briefly. “Should we put Santino’s tongue to good use, then?” he suggests.
“What about yours?” I counter, arching my brows.
Victor inclines his head at me. “If that’s what you want.”
I stare at him, wide-eyed, as he moves to kneel between my legs. He carefully strokes the inside of my thighs with a soft touch, and a full body shiver runs through me. I can’t believe the great and powerful Victor Corvi has just agreed to this.
