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Under the care of the Society I was beaten, threatened, drugged and abused at the hands of men and women just like these three. And yet here I am tied to the Denatti’s dining room table hoping the three mafia men strip me and see through every dirty promise they throw at me.
They are not like the Society, I correct myself. They live a life of crime but that doesn’t make them depraved to the point of no return. Twisted, yes. Animals in every sense of the word. But not to the point they are better off dead.
I hope the tenderness in their caresses mean something. Their touches burn the darkness away. I didn’t realize how far into the bottomless pit I had fallen until Victor forced me to stay in his arms. Until Darius made sure I spoke with my father. And Augustine. His plight with the shadows matches mine. And the pull of his warped energy on mine says he wants to walk alongside me.
Could they bemytwisted beasts?
Oh, my God. I’m a hopeless romantic. Someone needs to slap me back into reality.
Sex doesn’t scare me. It’s the fear of losing a part of me I fought so hard to hold on to. That is my true fear. And being turned away like trash once they find out I was part of such filth.
But I still have my virginity. That truth speaks for itself.
A cold sweat breaks out over my body. My hands tremble.
Augustine slides his palm over mine. Calluses scrape against my soft skin and the brush of roughness draws me out of the past.
“Don’t act scared now, little girl. You have the attention of three men who have no plans of letting you go.”
I jerk on my ropes, but they don't give. “You don’t scare me.”
I hold his gaze, unblinking. But inside I’m wrecked. Bands tighter than the world’s strongest steel wrap around the walls of my iced heart. I scan the room looking for some way out of this, but I have no hope of getting out of these bindings unless they give me my freedom.
Darius moves to the bottom of the table and Victor takes up the space on my left.
“I’m at your mercy,” I deadpan, eyes pinned to the rafters once again.
Victor's smug face fills my vision. “Good. I’m glad you’re realizing the truth of the matter. Now for a little game. We have questions and you have all the answers stored right here.” Victor taps my temple, but it’s Darius who picks up where Victor leaves off.
“Your beautiful brain holds the answers we need. So, let’s play a version of strip poker. Instead of cards it will be questions.”
Augustine pulls up a dining room chair and lowers his muscular body onto the cushion to my right. Still holding my hand he places kisses across my knuckles as he carries on after Darius. “If you answer correctly you get to keep your clothes. If you don’t, we get to take off whatever we want from your body. Fair, right?”
“In what world?”
His smile turns predatory. “Ours, precious. Ours.”
I scoff around a mouthful of bitter retorts. But I settle on something that won’t have Augustine in my face threatening to pound me into the table with his dick. “Do you three always complete each other’s thoughts?”
A callused hand moves over the top of mine where it’s resting on the table. I note a few details about Victor’s touch compared to Augustine’s.
Victor’s is more gentle, for one. He wears a ring on his thumb and middle finger—one has a black jewel and the other is a simple gold band.
Both feel heavy and warm. Almost comforting.
“You’ll learn soon enough we finish more than one thing together.”
My captor reaches between my legs and cups my pussy through my skirt. Splayed open with my legs tied down, there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
Do I really want to?
I arch into Victor’s hand holding his gaze the whole time. He presses the fabric against my folds and I can’t help but gasp when he lifts his hand and slaps my pussy. The jolt sends electricity to shoot through me.
It’s fucking warped and wrong.
But I could not be any wetter.
A little secret they don’t need to know about.
