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No, I remember what came next, when Pavone had expressed his displeasure so viscerally.
“Don’t worry, we’ve got Pavone monitored. He’s out in New Bristol, tending to his businesses. Visiting his son. The usual.” Angelo’s hand on my waist starts traveling a bit higher. “It’s been a while since all four of us did something together, Princess. We won’t get another opportunity like this for a while.”
“The last time it was thefour of us, I ended up hanging in Victor’s closet while the three of you used me,” I remind him. But I’m too distracted by the way his hand follows the curve of my body, up to the side of my breast, to protest too much.
“There are no closets where we’re going,” Angelo mumbles as he rubs my nipple through my t-shirt. “And Victor has promised to be on his best behavior. We just think you deserve to have a night where you enjoy yourself thoroughly. Think about it. Three attractive men, all focused on just you…”
“I’ve been the sole focus of three attractive men enough to know it doesn’t usually go well for me,” I mutter, pressing my breast against his hand. Why can’t my body ever get the memo that this is bad? My brain is all too aware of how these things go, but my body… It only remembers the skillful brush of Saint’s tongue, the way Victor knows how to use his cock… the way Angelo fills me up so thoroughly and leaves me shaking in pleasure. “Why don’t we just stay here? You and I?” I can handle Angelo by himself, and it’s a lot less dangerous for me.
“I only just made up with Victor. I don’t think he’d appreciate me monopolizing you.” Angelo lets go of my breast and reaches down again to grip my ass. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late.” He steps away, sets the glass he’s still holding on the kitchen counter, and motions for me to start moving.
I sigh, giving up on my solitary night in.
I can’t deny that I want to agree. It makes absolutely no sense at all, but I miss Saint and Victor. Despite all they’ve done to me, I still crave their touch.
Their company.
There has to be something wrong with me.
In terms of risky hook-ups, this one isn’t even that bad. With Pavone and Rossi out of town, there’s plenty of time to enjoy myself at a much more leisurely pace.
I follow Angelo out of the kitchen and to the garage. He opens the back door for me, and I slide in. Even if he hadn’t told me Victor’s involved in this, I would’ve known the second I saw the sleek black dress hanging up for me. Only he would go out of his way to dress me up like this.
“What if I’d rather go in my shirt and jeans?” I ask, deadpan. But I’m already reaching for the hanger.
“I guess we’d skip dinner and go straight to the part where we remove your clothes?” Angelo jokes as he slides into the driver’s seat.
“What if I don’t want there to be a part where you remove my clothes?” I ask, my voice a little sharp. I yank off my t-shirt despite my words, despite my irritation, taking advantage of the large back seat to start getting dressed while we’re still hidden in the garage.
“I guess you could’ve started yelling while we were in the kitchen. But you didn’t do that.” Angelo starts the car, not waiting for me to get buckled, and drives out of the garage. “Too bad I have to drive. I’d love to be in the back with you.”
“Not screaming when you propositioned me to go out with you and Saint and Victor has nothing to do with wanting to have sex with the three of you,” I remind him. “Maybe I don’t mind seeing them, but that doesn’t mean I’m offering to get naked for the three of you.”
Of course, I know I’ll agree to lose the dress if they tell me to. Goddamn it, what iswrongwith me? It almost feels like I’m back to my old ways, finding hookups just to get away from Daddy and the oppressive atmosphere in this house.
Now I’m ducking away from somebody far, far more dangerous.
I get changed as quickly as I can. The black dress clings to me, with a diamond studded brooch pinned to the side where the fabric wraps around. There’s a pair of high-heeled shoes on the seat too, perfectly matching the dress.
“Sure, whatever you say, Princess.” Angelo laughs and extends his arm backward to pat my thigh. “Saint’s been pining for you, by the way. He lets me touch his cock but keeps complaining how it’s not the same without you there.”
“Oh no,” I say with mock sympathy. “That must be so hard for you, not being able to have sex with Saint. You’re missing out on his piercings.” I pull my seatbelt on, then start to put the heels on. I wish I had my makeup on, but it’s not like this will be the first time they’ve seen me go natural. I start fussing with my hair, trying to tame it, but it wasn’t like I was expecting to be taken out.
We pull up to one of the classiest hotels in the city. Angelo hands his keys off to the valet parking, then offers his arm to me. “Shall we, Princess?”
“This is a terrible idea,” I mutter, mostly to have it on record that I sort of pretended not to be interested. But I take his arm and let him escort me to the door. A man bows his head to us and opens the front door, letting us into the glitzy foyer of the hotel. Angelo guides me to the restaurant, where soft music is playing from a band in the corner.
We head to a small, private alcove, where a table has been prepared for four people. Saint and Victor are already sitting there, waiting for us.
My heart freezes when I see them. Now I really am surrounded. But we’re in public, I remind myself, and they can’t do anything to me here. I can simply enjoy a nice, expensive dinner on Victor’s dime.
“Lucia!” Saint gets up to greet me, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’m so glad you came.”
My first instinct is to coolly declare that I hadn’t had much of a choice, but he looks so damn happy to see me that I falter in my vitriol. He’s like a puppy, and no matter what he’s done to me, I really don’t want to hurt him.
“Angelo was… convincing,” I say, touching his hand. He looks like I just called him a good boy and offered him scratches like a proper dog, and I feel almost bad for the way I’m thinking about him.
My eyes find Victor, who is the biggest unknown in all of this.
