The girls come in willingly, it’s something they look forward to each month—a monthly card game where they could make an easy twenty grand and up. They work hard, though. Tony makes sure there’s a blowjob for every guy. He always says, it makes the game more challenging, keeping your poker face on with your junk in someone's mouth. Even if the biggest spenders lose, they’re guaranteed to go home happy and sated.
There are ten made guys in Tony's crew, including me. Tony was Capo, short forcapodecina, and just like in the movies, he’s the boss. Next would usually be an underboss, but Tony doesn't have one. In Tony's outfit, he's it and there’s no one else.
Card games like Tony's bring in the high rollers. And they're all here tonight. Assemblymen, the union representation of sanitation, a few district attorneys; each of them have a girl on their lap and their nose in some blow. Tony's at the head of one of the tables, a glass of brandy in one hand and his other down the front of one of the girl’s costumes, his fingers moving in quick circles beneath the fabric.
Two girls are next to him giggling, waiting for their turn.
Ten minutes into the first game, Candy, one of the oldest girls here, bounces in dragging Felony by the hand behind her. I've never seen her at one of the games before and my fists clench thinking about watching her suck some other guy off. I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle it without snapping like a possessive asshole.
And of course all eyes are on her as she’s standing there, she's the one they all want to have, she's the one that hasn't done any of them.Yet.
The fucked up thing is, she looks shell-shocked.
Her face blanches to a frightening white and you can tell she isn’t seeing what she wants to see. She’s staring wide-eyed at some distant horror that she’s imagining in her very-near future.Jesus Christ, it’s killing me she’s back here.
Then as suddenly as it came, the look of shock and terror leave her and she makes her way through the sea of the most dangerous men that ever called themselves wise guys and starts speaking right to Tony. "Pardon me, Mr. Fretolli, I think this was a mistake. I'm not supposed to be back here."
Tony bursts out laughing from where he sits sucking on his cigar. "You're staying now,amore mio.”My love.
There's no fear in her eyes as she nods her head once, just complete disgust.
Then Franco, the fucknut, jumps in front of her and grabs a handful of her ass. Her jaw clenches too tight and I almost think she’s holding back from punching him.
"Hey, Franco, she came back here for me. We made plans before the game." I walk over and press my hand on her lower back. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched her and the heat of her body makes me fist my hand around the back of her shirt. Her bright blue eyes are wide with questions as I nudge her gently toward one of the smaller back rooms. I can’t watch her go through this. I might end up killing one of these fuckers if I have to sit through that shit.
Opening the door quickly, I gently shove her inside and close the door behind us, flipping the lock.
"I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm engaged," she says, holding up her hand and wiggling her fingers. A small diamond twinkles at me from some pathetic silver band.
"I don't want you to, calm the fuck down." I grab her hand, slide the ring off, and throw it over my shoulder. "And you aren't engaged. Stop lying."
She steps closer to me, tilting her head in a challenge. "Yeah?"
"Yeah, sweetheart. No man would let you dance out there the way you do if he wanted to marry you."
"You don't know me," she snaps.
"I know diamonds, and that one is fake. And baby, it ain't going to keep Tony or his men from touching you. They're going to take whatever they want from you, whether you’re willing to give it up or not." I step closer to her, pushing her against the door. I use my hips to pin her there. "Now moan.Loud."
"What? No. No fucking way."
"I'm sorry, did you want Franco's hairy old balls on you?" I ask.
"No! That’s so gross. Now I have the image of it in my head."
"Then moan, baby. Moan loud. Make them think you're giving me the ride of my life, or one of them is going to try to take you for a spin." I lower my face closer to her as I speak, the skin of my cheeks touching hers, breathing her in. When she doesn't do as I say, I tilt my head and dip in closer, brushing my lips along her jaw. I slow my breathing to fan out long even wisps of warmth across her flesh. Her body shivers instantly. She presses herself back against the door like a scared little kitten but her eyes, her eyes are locked on mine, no fear in sight.
Those eyes hold secrets and I want to know every one of them.
Then she tucks her chin down, cutting my view of them, but her cheeks are blushing beautifully.
“I never took you for being shy,” I say, trailing my finger across the bottom of her chin to lift her attention back up to me.
As her head tilts back, she wets her lips and takes a long deep breath.
She cries out a moan so damn loud and sexual, I feel it in my veins.
"Good girl," I whisper into her ear. "Now do it calling my name. It's Corrado." My face is in the crook of her neck. I want to kiss her there in that bare expanse from the curve of her neck to the sleeve of her shoulder. It’s right there, so close to my lips that my mouth waters, making me swallow hard. It's a beautiful agony. My own personal torture; resisting her flesh.
