I can’t pretend like I did when I was first kidnapped. I’m so attracted to both of them. Sweet Bobby and evil Doc. I tried to run away, but now that I’m here again, I don’t know if I can resist. I’m so tired of protecting my virginity, the only thing about me that everyone wants. I could just give in, give Velvet House the one thing I have left. I would have given it to Adriano to see my Zia. Now, if it means staying out of the basement cage, I could just let Doc and Bobby have it.
Doc’s hand moves from my chin to fist my hair and it feels like he’s pulling it out at the roots. I don’t care. After the day I’ve had, it’s a relief to submit to his strength. He yanks my body against his and I feel the thick swell of his cock behind his jeans. Bobby’s hand strokes me from my back to my ass. We’re alone in Doc’s office, just like we were once alone in my bed in the east wing, when Bobby went down on me as Doc kissed my lips.
I’m going to give in. Let them take me, let it end right here, two floors above a strip club. But as soon as I have the thought, Doc pulls away, shaking his head. “Fuck this.”
“I… What?”
“Fuck. This.” He glares at me, his gaze cold as ice. “You’re not getting a nice little reunion fuck from me, Tits.”
“Doc,” Bobby warns, his hands still cupping my ass.
“Fuck off, Bassilotta.” Doc presses his thumb to the cut on my lip, making it sting. “You endangered what’s mine, Tits. Your lips, your cunt, and every other fucking part of you. The next time you take my cock it’ll be on all fours with tears running down your lying face. I’m gonna make you pay for what you did to me.”
I must be broken because his words send a throb down my aching breasts and it runs between my legs like gold flame.
Doc’s pupils dilate. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, whore?”
“I, um…”
Christ, you drive me fuckingbatshit.”
Doc presses his lips to mine and this time I taste the fear that I saw burning in him when he arrived at Dreams. He was scared for me, and that fear has turned into bright rage. I go limp as he invades my mouth. If I let Doc take what he wants there’s still a chance I can channel his anger into something softer. Something that might free both of us. His hand gropes between my legs, cupping me through my dress. It’s rough and possessive but it doesn’t hurt. I feel a second’s bliss before the office door swings open behind me.
“Vodka?” a woman asks.
Doc pulls away from me. Betty’s standing in the doorway, carrying a tray with three loaded shot glasses. She laughs. “Domenico Valente, kissing a girl on the mouth?”
I turn away, my face burning.
Doc ignores Betty, striding to the door and downing a shot in one.
“Let’s go,” he tells Bobby.
“Sure. Come on, JJ.” As Bobby’s rough hand closes around mine, I dig my heels into the carpet. “Are we going to Velvet House?”
Bobby frowns. “Of course.”
My heart sinks. Some small part of me hoped that we were going somewhere else. That I wouldn’t have to confront Eli Morelli and possibly be sent back to my cage.
But that was always too much to ask for. The Velvet House men stick together.
We walk out of the club, Doc blowing on his bleeding knuckles, Bobby holding my hand. I wait for him to let go, but he keeps his fingers locked between mine. I should be grateful to be mostly okay, mostly alive, but every bit of me feels shaky. As though a deep breath could tear me apart.
A sky-blue Charger is waiting for us in the parking lot and when I climb into the passenger seat, something inside me cracks. I press my face in my hands and begin to cry.
Chapter Four
Bobby Bassilotta
“Ifeel likea butler,” Doc growls from the driver’s seat.
“Chauffeur,” I correct.
“Whatever. You ready to stop sobbing, Tits?”
January doesn’t answer, at least not in words. She gasps, fresh tears running down her face. Her eyes are already puffy from crying. I squeeze her as tightly as I dare. “Are you hungry, Jay? Do you want to lie down and get some sleep?”
She shakes her head, staring without seeing. “What… what’s happening to me?”
