“Clean her up and get out of the way,” Eli demands.
Doc doesn’t move. “Not yet.”
He clucks his tongue. “What do you—”
Doc falls to his knees beside the bed. He clasps my hips and pulls me to the edge before settling between my legs. “Don’t move or you’ll get cum all over Morelli’s sheets like the dirty whore you are.”
Then he licks me. The same tongue that said such ugly, unkind words laps so sweetly, my body convulses. I want to hate it, to scream in protest, but my body is tight with longing, orgasm only a breath away. I curl my toes and brace for the end when something hard presses into me. I sit up, my stomach muscles clenching. “What’s that?”
Doc ignores me and keeps licking my clit, pumping whatever’s between my legs in and out. Pleasure surges through me and I collapse onto the mattress.
“Domenico,” Eli warns.
Scowling, Doc raises his head. “It’s only an inch. Your precious flower’s still a virgin.”
He lowers his mouth and continues lapping as he thrusts the hard object inside me.
I scream. “Seriously, what…?”
But as I say it, I already know. The handle of the butterfly knife that cut my throat. “Oh myGod.”
I try and sit up again but Doc pushes me back down. “That’s right. If you won’t take my cock, you’ll fuck my knife.”
He lowers his mouth to me, sucking and licking like an animal until I come. My orgasm detonates like a bomb, and I scream until my lungs give out.
Doc watches me, his eyes black with hatred. “There,” he says, pulling his knife from me. “You’re not better than me, are you, you rich cunt?”
Shock whips through me, turning my rubbery muscles to stone. He hates me. He really, really hates me.
“Clean her up,” Eli says coldly.
“Do it yourself.” Doc shoves himself to his feet. He uses his toes to scoop up his clothes and leaves without another word.
It isn’t Eli that cleans me. It’s Bobby. His fingers are steady as he wipes me with a damp cloth and then a dry one until no trace of Doc remains. I hold back tears as he does so. It’s like I’ve been broken apart in the dirt. Bits of me scattered wide across a huge stretch of land. I want Bobby to comfort me, to pick me up and hold me, but his touch is dutiful, and he won’t meet my eye.
When he steps away, Eli looks me over and clicks his tongue again. “Little Miss Whitehall… What am I going to do with you?”
I don’t say anything.
“I’m going to offer you another chance to make things right. Will you let Bobby take your virginity?”
Bobby stands naked and impassive at Eli’s side, but I can see red staining his cheeks. He still wants me. He still wants this, but what was true for Doc is as true for him. I shake my head.
The brightness in Bobby’s eyes departs, and they turn to empty shells.
“Fine,” Eli says. “You’ll pay a different way. Bobby, show Miss Whitehall what you like.”
Bobby looks at him, brow raised.
“I mean it,” Eli says. “Move before I change my mind.”
My blood runs cold. What could he do to me that Doc hasn’t already?
Bobby scrambles onto the bed and hauls me to all fours. He seems bigger naked, dark hair dusting his muscular chest. He pushes hard into the small of my back until my ass is in the air. “Stay still, JJ.”
I open my mouth to ask what he’s going to do and he spanks me.
“Ow!” I look behind to make sure it’s Bobby—my sweet math tutor—doing this.
