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“Yeah, I can feel it,” he says, rolling his hips and thrusting deeper.
I let out a small moan, trying to find the line between enthusiastic and obviously fake.
I must have fooled him, because he says, “That’s right. Moan for me, babe.” He keeps thrusting, and I give him the performance of my life, with whimpers and moans in uneven intervals. I feel strangely detached from the entire experience.
Maybe it’s because Pavone clearly doesn’t actually care about me. Not like Victor, Angelo, and Saint—
Except they don’t care about me either, I remind myself. They strung me up in a fucking closet! The date, the fun times, Victor’s promises, none of them mattered.
Pavone leans forward and nips my shoulder. “I’m close, babe. Are you close? I want to feel your pussy tighten up around me.”
Oh, sonowhe wants me tight? For fuck’s sake.
“So close,” I assure him, and I’m relieved I can’t see Vanessa’s face. What is she thinking about me right now?
Shame spills over me. This isn’t even worse than anything Victor and the others did to me, but it feels different. Maybe it’s because it’s right in front of my family, or because of his impossible orders. I don’t know. I shouldn’t be thinking about them to get wet and stay that way.
He starts to thrust faster, and I let out a deep moan, pretending Saint’s tongue and Angelo’s cock are working to make me come. I’m not really going to be able to, but I can mimic it well enough. This won’t be the first time I’ve faked an orgasm.
I clench tight around him as I moan loudly, throwing my head back. The moan dissolves into little whimpers. I debate on whether it would be too much to mewl his name, and I decide against it. Instead, I gasp and writhe as he continues to use me until he finally spills into my body.
I feel disgusting.
Pavone pulls out, slapping my ass one last time. “Not bad. Could use some work, but we’ll train you up to it.” After a pause, he adds, “If we’re lucky, you’ll get pregnant from this. Give Giulio the little brother or sister he always wanted.” He laughs about that, but there’s nothing funny about it.
I slide to the floor, glad that I’m on birth control and that pregnancy is an impossibility.
I stupidly glance at the door, to where Vanessa is standing. She’s crying silently while Rossi whispers something into her ear.
“All right, babe, get up. Your father’s starting to stink, and we need somebody to clean this shit up.” Pavone taps my leg with his foot. “Rossi, take Vanessa and Eva to their rooms. Make sure they’re well taken care of. The safety of my in-laws is of utmost importance.”
Right. The safety of hishostagesis of the utmost importance to him.
But I only straighten up and pull up my underwear and my jeans, my cheeks somehow dry of tears.
6
VICTOR
The girl in front of me is small, lithe, and blonde. I picked her specifically for her hair color, and the fact that she’s new at one of our clubs. She’s a little more timid, a little more unsure of herself. Normally that’s something I would enjoy—getting her unbalanced, leaving her wondering if she’s pleasing the boss or if she’s going to find herself thrown out on the streets.
But after ten minutes of tedious fellatio, I have to admit this isn’t going anywhere. I’m barely hard, and while I don’t care how red her face has gotten and how much trouble she’s having staying on her knees, her discomfort isn’t adding anything either.
I’m about to tell her she can get up and leave when the door opens.
“Victor, I think I found…” Santino stops talking when he sees the woman.
“I’m busy, Santino,” I say, even though I’d just decided to send the woman away and take care of my own problems.
“This is more important,” Santino says, squaring his shoulders and straightening as he glares at me like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m not doing something I’ve done so many times before.
I sigh, waving my hand at the woman. “Go on,” I tell her.
She pulls off my cock with a popping sound, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Yes, sir,” she says quickly, and I’m reminded of Lucia using the phrase to try to convince me she was cowed.
All it had done was make me that much more certain that she wasn’t.
It’s not a pleasant memory.
