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I freeze with my hands on my belt buckle. I thought he and Lucia were still busy making out, but they’re both staring at me now. I quickly cover the piercing, but everybody’s seen it.
Lucia’s expression softens. “It does look good on him.”
It would look better if Lucia still had hers. A sudden pang of hurt crosses over me, but I push it aside. Like Angel said, we’re over that now. Lucia wasn’t thinking straight when she ran off that night. Once she’s part of us again, I’ll get her another piercing. A much nicer one.
“Santino. Now’s not the time for modesty,” Victor says. “Take the pants off. Show everybody your cock and ass.”
I swallow hard, finding it hard to function with everyone’s attention on me. They’re all waiting for me to finish stripping, but I don’t know if I can. I don’t know what’s coming next, and I’m terrified of it—terrified, and aroused, because Lucia’s staring at my groin with heat in her gaze.
For me.
I pull off my socks and toss them aside before taking off my pants and briefs, tossing them awkwardly onto the back of the closest armchair.
“Good,” Victor says quietly. “Now stop standing all the way over there.” He pats the spot on the couch next to him, in a clear indication of where he wants me instead.
“What about Lucia?” I ask, taking only a few steps closer. “She’s not naked yet.”
Angel does something that makes Lucia squeak. “Victor, you want the dress to survive the night?”
“Stop it! I’ll take it off,” Lucia protests, slapping Angel’s hand away.
“Better do it quick,” Angel says, grinning at her. “We can’t have Saint be the only one who’s naked.”
Lucia glares at him, but she takes a step back and pulls the dress off. It joins my clothes on the armchair, and she’s left standing in her matching bra and panties. She pulls off her heels, tossing them to the side. When she doesn’t move to take off her bra, Angel grabs her and pulls the front down, exposing her breasts.
“Don’t break it! Pavone will notice,” Lucia hisses.
The mention of Pavone has Angel’s expression souring. “Forget about him for now.” He brings his hand up to Lucia’s throat, stroking it lightly. “Don’t worry, Princess. He’s going to get what’s coming to him. But for tonight, we have fun.”
It isn’t fair that Angel gets to touch her like that. I take a step in their direction, but Victor barks out, “Santino! Come. Here.”
I flinch, taking a few steps toward Victor without even thinking about it. Once I realize what I’m doing, I want to stop, but the command in his voice has me doing exactly what he wants. I approach him, looking at the spot on the couch he’d gestured to, but the idea of just sitting next to him naked while he’s fully dressed has me a little lost.
“Sit, Santino,” Victor says, a lot softer this time, but still with that note of command. “Unless you don’t want your cock inside Lucia at all tonight.”
My cock pulses at the thought, and I quickly sit down next to him. I’m not going to jeopardize being with Lucia—that’s the whole reason I’m going along with all of this. For her.
“C’mon, Princess,” Angel says, taking Lucia’s hand and leading her over to the couch. “Why don’t you take your panties off and climb onto Saint’s lap? Get him nice and hard for you.”
It’s like Angel and Victor have already planned this, and they’re moving in perfect sync. Even Lucia seems to know what’s going on, leaving me feeling like I don’t belong there.
But as she settles into my lap, straddling my waist, the sensation fades in favor of sheer arousal. I rest my hand at the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She opens for me, and my tongue lightly skims over her bottom lip before sliding into her mouth. I roll my piercing over the roof of her mouth, and she shivers against me.
For a moment, it’s like it’s only the two of us, and I start to relax.
Then somebody grabs my wrist and pulls it away from Lucia. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, Saint,” Angel says cheerfully. He sits down on my other side, still keeping a strong grip on my wrist.
I turn my head away from Lucia to glare at him. “You don’t get to decide that. Lucia was into it.”
“And she’ll be more into it if your hands are otherwise occupied,” Victor says as he takes my other hand. “Love, we’ll hold him down. You ride him for a bit while he stays perfectly still. He won’t move his hips at all. Will you, Santino?”
I’m dumbfounded. I know Victor likes to be controlling, but this feels a little… excessive. And the idea of staying perfectly still while I’m inside Lucia? That seems impossible. She’s always so hot and tight, utter perfection, and I know I won’t be able to justsit there.
She slides off of me, and I whimper in protest, but her hand goes to my cock. “Victor asked you a question, Saint,” she says as she grasps my hardening cock and starts to slowly stroke.
I let out a strangled sound, my hips jerking, and her hand stills.
“I…” I croak. Fuck, I don’t know how she handles being the center of the universe for all three of us. I can barely deal with it, and I know this is temporary.
