Page 28 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

His lips turn up into a devious grin as he says, “Get on your knees, Pretty Girl. Clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Drake pulls my panties back up and fixes my skirt. “Do as you’re told.”

“You have control issues.”

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he pushes me down to my knees. I lift his cock and lick the underside, causing him to groan, before taking him into my mouth and sucking him clean. I taste myself on him and wonder, should this disgust me? It doesn’t. The flavor of the two of us combined is powerful.

Removing himself from my mouth, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me to my feet as he gazes at me. “That’s my good girl. My beautiful girl. Now, sit down and eat.”

After putting himself back together, he grabs our plates, cutlery, and glasses of wine and puts them back where they were.

Drake

I spread butter on a piece of pumpernickel bread and hand it to Natalia. She cringes as if I’m handing her a fucking snake.

“Do I have to?” She asks with profound sadness that I simply don’t understand. Why should it be so devastating to eat bread?

“Yes. Unless you can give me a valid reason for not at least trying it.”

A tear trickles down her cheek and she swipes at it angrily with her free hand, “Please, Drake. Don’t make me talk about this.”

While I don’t enjoy making her cry, I won’t let this go because I have a feeling this is why she hurts herself. She stares down at her plate with defeat and shakes her head. “I’m a fat pig. I don’t need these carbs.”

Her words make me see red in an instant, but I force myself to keep a stoic demeanor and not react. “What makes you say that?”

She wipes another tear away and glances at me momentarily before returning her gaze to her plate of food that she hasn’t touched.

“I’ve been told that my entire life by my sister. I guess when you hear something enough, you believe it.”

I cut my steak, hoping she’ll follow suit, but she doesn’t.

“Is this why you hurt yourself?”

She nods before she speaks quietly, barely above a whisper, “Yes. I don’t expect you to understand, but it makes me feel better for a little while. When I cut into my skin, it quiets her voice in my head.”

We should’ve killed her sister when we had her in our warehouse. If I had known what I do now, I would have. Of course, then we wouldn’t have had anything to hold over her and she wouldn’t be with us now. Still, if I had it to do over again, that bitch would be dead.

“She makes you feel like this and still you saved her life?”

Her wet eyes lift to mine as she stares at me with a shocked expression. “She’s my sister. My twin. Of course, I’d save her. It doesn’t matter that she hates me. I still love her.”

I would lie down my life for any of my brothers without a second thought, but it’s not the same. I know if one of them had abused me the way her sister has her, I’d have ended them, sibling or not.

“Two bites of everything. That’s the requirement. You are not a fat pig. Natalia, you are fucking stunning. Your sister is a goddamn liar. Maybe she’s jealous. I don’t know what her issue is, but you are absolute perfection. So be a good girl and eat your dinner, please. I don’t want to punish you, but if I have to, I will. You will eat. That’s not negotiable.”

CHAPTER 22

NATALIA

Dinner was pleasant once I told him what he wanted to know, and he didn’t laugh at me like I’d expected him to. As soon as we walk into the house, he says, “Give me the razor blades you bought today.”

I stand frozen as I swallow hard. “What?”

He crosses his arms over his chest while his glare intensifies, “Do not play games with me, Natalia, give me the fucking razor blades.”

“How-”

He cuts me off quickly. “Yes, we will have you watched when you’re not with us, Pretty Girl. It’s for your protection.”

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