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“Rewards?” I let out a dark little laugh. “Is that what you think is waiting for me?” I shake my head. “No. I just want freedom from Pavone and to protect my family. Those are basic fucking rights.”
“Well, we can get you somefuckingrights…” Angelo says with a laugh as he starts to unzip my dress. “What do you think, Saint? You want a preview of what we’ll do once this whole affair is over and done with?”
“I don’t want a preview! I’m done with Victor; I’m done with all of you!” I try to wriggle free of Angelo, to stop him from pulling down the zipper to my dress. “The clerk could be back here any minute. I don’t have time to satisfy all three of you.” I’m bitter, and I know I sound bitter, but I can’t help it. I’m too pissed off about how all of our plans seem to be going off the rails.
Angelo isn’t deterred, ignoring my wriggling and neatly getting the dress off my shoulders. “You weren’t done with Victor two days ago.”
“I think Lucia still owes me for that one, actually,” Victor comments. He looks at his wristwatch and adds, “The clerk won’t be back for at least forty minutes.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” I tell Victor, trying to pull the dress back up. “Seriously, hands off. Until you can prove you didn’t fuck everything up beyond repair, I don’t want anyone touching me.”
“But kitten,” Saint whines as he approaches. “I haven’t seen you in ages.” He brushes his fingers along the bruising on my neck. “And this is going to be your last chance to see us before the big day.”
“This isn’t about me. This is about the fact that the three of you are horny, and I’m convenient,” I say sharply, jerking away from him. “How about I don’t get pawed all over for once?”
“Hmm. I know what I’m getting out of this when it’s over… but remind me, what are Angelo and Santino receiving?” Victor asks, still sitting like a damn king on his throne.
I scowl at him. He wants me to make a direct promise to them, even though I’ve been trying to stay vague. “Whenthis is all over, we’ll see. I never said I’d be anyone’s whore while you go and fuck up our carefully laid plans. Assuming they still want me after all this, and this isn’t just a way to screw me over while you get your jollies off. But you definitely don’t get to lay a finger on me.”
He holds up his hands in a mock show of innocence. “Don’t worry, love. I had no intention of touching you.”
“Bullshit,” I mutter. “If I give you acentimeter, you try to take a mile. And don’t try to deny it.”
Angelo brushes his hands along my bare shoulders, nudging my dress down until it’s around my waist. Saint leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head.
“One of Pavone’s guards is waiting next door for me to come out of here. He’s not going to wait forever, and I still need to get this damn dress fitting over with,” I try to protest, but Saint starts placing kisses along my jawline, along my neck.
“Shh, kitten. You’ve been through so much. Let us take care of you for a little while,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Since you’re short on time, you should probably take us both at once. Y’know, for efficiency’s sake.” Angelo grins widely when I glare at him. “Whose cock do you want in your cunt? Mine…” and he rolls his hips against me so I can feel his erection through his jeans, “...or Saint’s little thing?”
“Oh, fuck you, Angel,” Saint mutters, but he doesn’t sound angry. “It’ll be easier if I take your cunt, kitten. You can take Angel in your mouth.”
Like that’s easy.
“You two can’t just wait until you’ve earned me, can you?” I ask, that same bitterness seeping into my voice.
“People aren’t prizes to be won, Lucia. Really, what goes through your mind,” Victor comments.
I turn my head to glare at him. I half-expected Victor to have his cock out and be stroking himself, but he’s actually relaxed in the large armchair, simply watching.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you made me off-limits that time,” I snap at him. “You’ve used me plenty as a reward.”
“And that was very wrong of me,” Victor responds dryly.
Angelo nips at my jaw, distracting me. “Ignore him, Princess. We’re not listening to him right now.”
I huff out a breath. They’d let Victor dictate what to do if he just spoke up, and we all know it. I don’t know if it’ll get worse or better once Victor has the city under his thumb, but at least for now, he doesn’t seem interested in tempting me again.
Thank fuck.
I don’t know why he’s so hard to resist. I feel like a moth being drawn to the flame with all of these men, but particularly Victor. I can see the way he blazes with power and authority, and it should send me running in the other direction.
But it doesn’t.
I run my hand through Angelo’s hair, trying to decide if I’m going to give in to them—if I even have a choice but to give in to them.
While I’m dithering, Saint and Angelo manage to get the dress entirely off me, so I’m standing between them in just my bra, panties, and sandals.
