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When something wet slides down my thigh, I gasp. I quickly put my tongue against her clit to distract myself from the other sensations. It helps when Lucia gets her hands on my head and starts directing me, making small cooing noises to encourage me.
Then Angel sits down next to Lucia and starts kissing her neck. “Fuck, I’m never going to get tired of watching you two.” He brings his hand to rest over Lucia’s breast and starts massaging her through her dress. “No wonder Victor is into this. Saint looks so good on his knees.”
“I know,” Lucia says with a half-sigh, half-moan.
I don’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed. I just keep licking, flicking my tongue against her clit over and over again as she moans and keeps me held close.
“Right there,” she whimpers as I hit one particular spot.
I focus on it, wanting to give her all the pleasure she wants, wanting to erase the thoughts of Angel’s cum dripping down my ass with those of Lucia on my tongue.
She was already soaked when I started touching her, a testament to just how hot watching Angel fuck me had made her, and it doesn’t take her long to start making those little whimpering cries she makes when she gets close to the edge.
I push her over, and she bites her lip against the full-bodied moan that threatens to spill from her. She’s tense for a moment, her body trembling, then she slowly relaxes her hold on me as the tension leaves her body.
Without her hands gripping me, I end up sinking down to the floor. The only sounds in the room are all of us breathing heavily. I have no idea what to say, my thoughts in complete disarray.
Finally, Angel says, “What do you think, Princess? Can we trust Saint?”
Lucia lets out a soft sigh, and I look up to see her eyes fluttering open as she glances at him. “Hmm…”
The thought that this might not have been enough infuses me with fear, and I swallow hard. Angel wouldn’t really fuck me then hang me out to dry, would he?
“You want both of us, Saint?” she asks softly, tenderly, reaching beneath my chin to touch me and urge me to look up at her. “You’re willing to work with us?”
I nod, hoping she can see the desperation in my eyes.
“I think we can trust him,” she finally says, stroking my chin.
Relief floods me. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure Victor understands. And he’ll do whatever it takes to bring down Pavone.”
I resist the urge to kiss her feet—barely.
13
VICTOR
The restaurant Santino picked isn’t one of our usuals. I wouldn’t ever have come here on my own, but it’s classy and with enough privacy that I approve.
I approve less of the unexpected guest.
“What brings you here, Angelo?” I ask as he takes a seat. No wonder Santino hadn’t wanted the waitress to clear away the extra table settings.
Santino smiles tensely and completely avoids eye contact with Angelo.
“Just grabbing lunch,” Angelo says, opening the menu. “I’ve got a job for later today, and I thought I’d treat myself since I won’t get back until very late.”
I’m curious about the job. If he’s working for Pavone now, there’s a very good chance that he’s been told to kill a few of my own associates. He could have been ordered to kill me, as well, although I find it unlikely.
Besides, Angelo wouldn’t kill me in front of this many witnesses.
“Angel’s lying,” Santino says. “He came here on my request. To discuss something with you.”
I glance at Santino. Despite his obvious discomfort, he’s sitting tall and meetingmygaze perfectly. His only issue, right now, is with Angelo.
“If it’s about Angelo rejoining us…” I trail off, considering my words. Having him back would do wonders for my own plans, but I don’t enjoy the message it would send if I simply allowed a man who betrayed me to return without consequences. “He’d better be prepared to grovel.”
“Grovel?” Angelo starts to laugh at that, loud enough to where he gets the attention of a few other patrons before he quiets down. “I’m not gonna grovel, Victor, and you know it. You need me. I don’t need you.”
