Page 26 of Stolen Compliance

Teo shudders, an invisible moan on his face. It’s addictive, even as it plumps up my dick. Fucking hell. There’s a reason I took the break from them. Especially when I glance over and notice Luca’s brown eyes darkening with jealousy. Fuck. And there goes any chance of a meal with my cock not hard as a damn steel beam.

I pull myself away from Teo, even though it takes far more willpower than I expected. Forcing myself to breathe slowly, I pick up one of the discarded menus, even though I have the damn thing memorized.

“So… newbie. Are you headed back to the East Coast for Christmas? It’s right around the corner,” I comment offhandedly, desperate for something—anything—to distract myself from the scene these two make.

Luca takes a deep breath before shaking his head. “No, Il Padrone asked that I learn everything I could before coming back. I won’t let him down. I do understand if you’re busy, of course. I can occupy myself.”

Snorting, I glance at him, bemused. “Riiiight. Like we let anyone scurry around our territory unescorted. I’ll leave it to Sergio and Teo on how…involved you are, of course.”

Luca merely gives me a tight smile, and I almost sigh happily. Hopefully, the waitress comes soon. If I can’t fuck Luca or Teo, the least I can do is have a good meal to settle one of my appetites.

Soon. Soon they’ll be under me. I’ll make it happen if I have to…

Fucking Christmas comes again. I didn’t like the holiday before this, now I despise it. But it’s a great way to test Luca, if only someone else had to deal with him. Instead, I’ve been saddled with the asshole while Dominic only has to show up for days we’re interacting with the merchandise. Which, since we haven’t been given the go ahead to show in detail how we train the merchandise, means he gets to follow me around like a lost fucking puppy most of the time.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the guy didn’t try acting all innocent. But every time he tries to talk to me about anything except work…it grates on me and scrapes against the wounds that are still healing.

Fuck. If he just watched my humiliation, it would have been different, but he has firsthand knowledge of how fucked-up I am. Of how Dominic only touches me when he wants to, and the rest of the time plays with my head…and the emotions I pretend not to have. Not only that, but fucking Luca flirts with him. As if he doesn’t know… I don’t make it a secret, except from my father.

I work hard to banish those thoughts. No good can come from wanting things I can’t have. Even weeks of having a different whore every night has done nothing except make my skin itch and the need that’s been growing in me hurts worse with every interaction.

Luckily, we’re busy today. Two weeks before Christmas means an obscene amount of money on the table if we do our jobs right. Customers want a special gift for themselves or someone else, or even a party favor for their holiday gatherings. It means all hands on deck to get the merchandise prepared for sale.

We’re dividing and conquering today. There’s too much to do and barely enough time to pull it off. So while Dominic gets to play with the other trainers, I am taking fucking Luca down to see the merchandise already marked for sale. Double-checking everything is on the up and up since a few new pieces have been gathered for this special event.

The section of merchandise we’re checking now is full of new, unbroken ones, since there’s a particular brand of client that likes doing the hard work themselves… It saves us time and resources, but comes with risks. Though as far as I’m aware, we hardly ever get stuck with merchandise that doesn’t sell. Customers really love being able to mold their wares to their specifications, even if the majority prefer to have us do the hard work for them.

Luca grimaces as we step into the section where the special merchandise is being held until auction. He’s quick to clear his face of expression, but I see it. I can’t say I blame the guy; I was much in his position last year, but I learned fast how to tune the cries and screams out.

Cage by cage, we stop by each one and make sure the piece inside matches the information on paper.

We make it down one side and start on the other when I come to a standstill, looking from the girl balled in a corner to the paper in my hand.

“What is this?” I hiss, looking at the warehouse worker tailing us.

“It’s fresh merchandise,” he responds slowly, like I’m stupid.

“Did you read her sheet?” I demand.

He nods. “I was with Joss when he brought her in…”

“And neither of you thought her age was a problem?”

He flushes. “Her birthday is on Christmas! So why does it matter? Close enough. Besides, we heard Mr. Greystone is attending again. He prefers the younger-looking ones.”

“Younger looking,” I snap out. “Not hardly legal.”

The asshole finally clues into his fuck up as he pales. “We…well, we⁠—”

“Enough,” I tell him. “Get Joss here. Now.”

Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Dominic and then finish the inventory check while we wait for him and the other fuckup to get here.

It’s hard to concentrate with the fury rolling through me. I itch to gut the fucking dumbass right here and now, but I know that’ll only get me attention I don’t want from Dominic and my father. But fucking hell, could you fuck up any more?

The dumbass is smart enough to stay quiet as Dominic and Joss enter the area. Dominic looks displeased to have been disturbed, and I can’t say I blame him. He’s been in a piss poor mood for weeks now, as if he was the one punished for a bullshit reason rather than me.

“What’s going on?”