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“I’m a man of very many talents, Lucia,” Victor tells me. “And I do so love to see you come apart for me.”
In so many ways. From pleasure, from pain, from fear… He just likes to see me driven mad by him, any way he can get it. I try to catch my breath, but I’m still panting as he kisses me again. One of his fingers curves so it can slide inside of me, and I gasp, my back arching as I press against him.
“Fuck,” I mumble against his lips.
“No?” he asks, and I can feel the twitch of amusement on his lips as he starts to painstakingly withdraw that finger.
“Ungh! Victor!” I whine, a little more loudly than I mean to. “Get that back in there.”
He indulges me with a small chuckle and works even more relentlessly to drive me wild. I never thought he could be so deft with his fingers, after all those times he’d left me hanging.
“I think you have ten minutes before your date,” Victor murmurs. “Maybe we should stop here. Wouldn’t want Pavone to suspect how disloyal you are.” Despite his words, he doesn’t stop fingering me.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I growl. “You owe me this.”
I must have surprised him because he actually pauses in his movement. Then he smiles again, almost softly. The expression both confuses me and puts me on edge.
“I suppose I do.”
I’m a little surprised by how easy it is to get him to agree that he does owe me this—and I wonder if I can get him to admit how much more he owes me. He’s taken so much from me that something like this is only a drop in the bucket. A few minutes of pleasure are nothing in comparison to what I’ve dealt with.
But it’s so intense that it almost feels worth it anyway.
I’m getting close, close enough to where I don’t want to get sidetracked by conversation. We’re running out of time, and as it is, I’m going to have to face Pavone flushed and dripping from another man’s touch. I don’t need to stumble out of the bathroom looking even more debauched.
I shiver as my climax starts to swell up within me, as the pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I press harder against him.
Victor kisses me through my orgasm, not easing his touch at all, until I have to push his hand away due to how sensitive I feel.
With the swell of my pleasure also comes a small moment of clarity. I take a few steps back, pushing the skirt of my dress down my thighs again. I want to wash my hands, check my hair and makeup, but Victor wraps one hand around my wrist and guides it to the swell of his cock.
“I believe you owe me something as well?” he says, smirking.
I shake my head and pull my hand away, surprised when he lets go easily. “There’s no time. You can take care of yourself for once.”
He crosses his arms, and stares at me. I’m afraid he’s going to insist. I’m suddenly deeply aware of the fact that I’m in a small room, alone with Victor. I have no idea if Angelo followed or if he’s still at the bar—but I doubt Angelo would help even if I called out for him. If I shout loudly enough, hotel staff might come around to check, but that would definitely get back to Pavone.
I don’t know why I came here. I’m not just risking my own life. I’m risking Vanessa’s, too, and my mother’s. For a few minutes, I’d been able to forget all of that. I’d been able to forget Vanessa’s judgment and the very real danger we were all in.
I give the mirror a quick glance. My hair is a little bit out of place, but nothing I can’t fix. The makeup looks fine, despite the kissing. Apparently the brand was just as smear-proof as promised and the setting spray did its job.
“I’m leaving,” I tell Victor. “We can’t do this again. No—Iwon’tdo this again. I won’t put my family in danger for you. If you want information, talk to Angelo or Saint.”
“If that’s what you want, love.” Victor moves aside, giving me a clear path to the door.
“Yes. It’s what I want,love.”
“Just one more thing…” Victor says when my hand wraps around the doorknob. “Did you ever find an answer to your question?”
I look over my shoulder and frown at him. “My question?”
“The question of why I let you go.”
No, I haven’t figured it out.
For a second, I’m tempted to go back to him and demand answers. But I’m sure he won’t give me any straightforward answers. This is another one of his psychological games, designed to tempt me and keep me here.
I unlock the door and walk out, still expecting Victor to follow me or force me back. Nothing happens, though, and I’m torn between relief and disappointment.
