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The sadistic sneer on his face doesn’t help.
“Lucia. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you again,” he says, and his voice sends ice through my veins.
I know he’s always been sleazy, but I thought, after Victor, Angelo, and Saint, that he would sound softer in comparison.
“Mr.… Mr. Pavone,” I say, my voice shaking. “Daddy. What time is it?”
“It’s late enough to where you should be out of bed,” my father says sternly. “You’ve kept us waiting long enough.”
Didn’t I lock my bedroom door before I went to sleep last night? I’m sure I did, but here they are anyway. My mind is still exhausted, and I’m having a hard time catching up to what’s going on right now.
“I didn’t realize anyone was waiting for me. I apologize,” I respond, trying to sound calmer, to force that tremor from my voice. “If you’ll step outside, I’ll dress and join you downstairs.”
At least I’m not waking up with a cock in me, I try to tell myself. But the complete invasion of privacy in what should’ve been a safe place, in my own home, has me feeling ill.
I involuntarily gasp and pull away when Pavone hooks his finger underneath my shirt. “Is this what you usually wear to bed? It’s not very attractive. Giorgis, you need to get her better lingerie.”
I swallow hard, mentally begging my father to say something to diffuse the situation.
But my father grunts and says, “I’ll send somebody to buy her some new clothes. She’ll be sexy for you next time.”
Of course he’d say that. My father doesn’t care about me, but he definitely cares about Pavone’s support. I still can’t believe he called mesexythough, like I’m not his daughter.
“Sorry,” I say as steadily as I can. “I thought I was sleeping alone.”
“I accept your apology,” Pavone says with a smirk curving onto his lips. “Now get up and get dressed. We have things to discuss.” His eyes slide over me. “A wedding to plan.”
I sit there, waiting for them to leave my room, but neither of them moves.
“Well? Go on,” my father says. “Get dressed.”
“As soon as you two leave my room,” I tell them. “I’m not changing in front of you.”
Pavone rolls his eyes. “We’re engaged, baby. And we’ve all seen everything already, thanks to Corvi.”
My heart stops for a beat. Right, the videos. The ones Victor had sent to my father, the ones that half of my father’s men had seen, apparently.
“Daddy—” I start, and I have to swallow hard to suppress the urge to sob. “Daddy, could you give me and Mr. Pavone some privacy?”
If I can’t get rid of Pavone, I can at least keep some dignity in front of my father. Daddy even looks like he’s going to agree, but Pavone holds up his hand.
“No, that wouldn’t be appropriate. We want to preserve your, ah,puritybefore the wedding, don’t we?” Pavone says, grinning widely. “You’re the kind of girl who wants to wait for the wedding night, right?”
I flinch as he throws my own words back at me, the ones I’d used to deter him when he’d wanted me last. I have no idea what to say to him. I feel cornered, and weak, and I’m just so fucking tired that I want them to go away so I can go back to sleep and forget all of this happened.
“Fine,” I say, my voice thready as I try to fight back tears. I go to my wardrobe, wanting to grab the most modest clothing I have, but Pavone has made it clear he wants mesexyfor him. Does that mean I have to oblige, though? What can he do to me right now?
I don’t know. And my father isn’t stopping him even though this is all beyond insane.
I pull a bra out of my underwear drawer, the same color as the panties I’m wearing but not part of a matching set. Hopefully Pavone won’t look too closely. Then I grab a dress from a closet, one that’s cute but not revealing. If I maneuver properly, I can avoid flashing either of them.
That only works if they let me dress in peace, and I should have known that Pavone wasn’t going to do that. I try to get the bra on with the pajama shirt still over my shoulders, but Pavone calls out, “Turn around, babe. Pull the shirt and pants off. I need to make sure Corvi didn’t mark you.”
I wince. I’m still bruised, and the hole in my belly button is probably going to be visible to him. I’m glad I took the piercing out, but the evidence is still there. Slowly, I turn around and lift the pajama shirt the rest of the way off before tossing it onto my bed. I put the bra on quickly, so ready for this to be over.
At least my father is averting his eyes. He has some sense of modesty, even though it isn’t helping me much right now.
I shed my pants next, tossing them next to my shirt.
