“Yeah, but fuck you, Morelli. You can’t stop me.” The head of Doc’s penis slicks through my folds. “You want it, Tits. I know you do.”
For a second I imagine it, the heat of Doc filling my pussy, making a spectacle for my men. Then I imagine a child. A child created over Doc’s desk in a reckless moment. I reach behind myself and push a hand into Doc’s chest. “No, Nico. You can’t have me that way tonight.”
Doc growls, a snarling animal sound that once would have terrified me. But I know better now. He won’t finish inside me. I trust him to listen to me. To understand even if he doesn’t like what he hears.
“Fine,” Doc says through gritted teeth. “But you’re gonna get it all over your ass and I’m not gonna clean you up after.”
I shiver at the heat in his voice. “Okay, Domenico.”
“Okay, Domenico,” he mimics in a high girly voice. He grips a fistful of my hair and smirks right into his phone. “She was dancing tonight, up on the pole with her rack out.”
Adriano gives a tight growl. “You film it?”
“I’ll send you the security footage.” Doc gives my hair a tug then lowers his mouth back to my pussy, consuming me with light, fluttering flicks. I close my eyes, my orgasm hovering like a promise.
“One of these days we’re going to hire out Dreams and you’re going to give us a private show,bella,” Eli says. Now he knows Doc isn’t going to violate me, his voice has returned to its usual velvet purr. “You’ll torture all four of us until we can’t take it anymore. And then we’ll fuck you right on stage. One after the other.”
The thought of it makes me cry out, grinding back into Doc’s tongue. He pulls away from me with a laugh and shoves me back onto the wood. “Hold still, bitch.”
I do as I’m told and hear him spit into his hand. I’m no longer a virgin, no longer any kind of pure but listening to that filthy sound still sends tremors through me. He pushes into me roughly and the sudden parting makes me gasp. Doc pounds into me, hard and I feel the anger coming through his skin as pleasure blares through my body like a too-loud song. I watch us on the tiny phone screen, me, pale and helpless, Doc, hard and mean, his lip curled to expose his pointed canine.
“Take your shirt off,” I pant. “Please?”
“Only because it’s your birthday.”
Doc pulls his T-shirt over his head. He has an amazing body and the sight of it flexing, tattoos rolling across his skin brings me right to the brink again. I close my eyes and hone in on the rapid pulses inside me. Orgasm comes like oblivion, washing away every thought exceptyes, yes, yes.
Afterward, I roll in a sea of overstimulation, bucking uselessly against Doc’s shaft as he fucks my pulsing flower.
“Pull out,” I hear Eli say and snarling fit for a demon, Doc obeys, finishing all over my ass in slow throbs. The sensation of it, hot and sticky, makes me feel dirty and a trace of shame creeps into my consciousness. Corinne was right, I have become a whore.
Contradicting his mean promise, Doc reaches into his desk for Kleenex and wipes me up with clumsy, post-sex fingers. It’s so sweet, I forget my shame. What’s so bad about being a whore, anyway?
“Thank you,” I mumble, my tongue thick and heavy.
“Fucking hell,” Bobby mutters. “That was hot.”
Adriano gives a little grunt and I press my face into the desk, pleased and embarrassed.
“Brava,” Eli says, but I can tell from his tone he’s back in business mode. And sure enough. “You two need to come home so we can discuss this stepmother situation.”
“No,” Doc says, still sounding dazed. “I’m supposed to take January out for her birthday. We were gonna get pancakes.”
“Tomorrow,” Eli says. “This is urgent.”
Doc opens his mouth to protest, but I grab his wrist.
“It’s okay,” I say quickly. “I want to go home.”
And I do. Velvet House is my fortress. The first and maybe the only place where I’ve ever felt truly safe. Its grounds are huge, the walls are thick and in addition to my men, there’s a twenty-four-hour security team. All of them heavily armed and ready to lay down their lives for my men. For me.
Velvet House is my home and as nice as pancakes sound, I won’t feel safe until I’m inside its walls again.
Chapter Three
Elliot Morelli
Adriano slams hishuge fists on the table. “I’ll kill the bitch.”
