Page 97 of PortCity Killers

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Vosco’s instructions were explicit. He had the entire night mapped out down to a T. All I had to do was fawn over jokes, nod, smile, and “keep being gorgeous” which I’ll admit had earned him a point or two with the frequency in which he kept saying it as he introduced me to folx.

True to my demands, he did not skimp on the champagne, something I didn’t really even like, but accepted anyway by the third introduction. I certainly needed the bubbles in the glass to transmute to my brain, so I didn’t keep nodding off with every interaction.

Vosco was surprisingly charming, something I also needed a better armor for, not that the bubbles were helping at all. By eight o'clock the hour-by-hour of a grandfather clock came from somewhere in the house.

I was pushed off in the direction of Valentina and Don; a job I took a great deal of pleasure in. When I found them, they were in another dining hall, sipping their own drinks and speaking to men in suits I couldn’t place but knew I had seen among the many faces I had greeted tonight.

They excused themselves, letting me lead them back through the halls to the library. Valentina giggled, dragging me into the room I had pointed out to her. I reached my hand out to pull Don inside, who laughed at the two of us, stumbling around in the firelit room.

Aedyn Vosco was many things, but the man was not skimpy on the good stuff, and I was a bit of a lightweight for a bartender. Valentina nibbled her way up my neck, moaning against my jaw as she kissed her way up my face.

I wanted to be buried between the two of them, to feel their heat against me and revel in it, but that was hard to do as Don continued to watch us from the door. I beckoned him, pouting my best Valentina impression. She licked up my lips, snapping her teeth playfully at me.

“We want to play a new game, Lexi,” Don locked the door.

Vosco’s earlier words sparked through me. It looked like he might be getting that show after all. I groaned, low in my throat at the thought of it, trying my hardest not to imagine Bryce standing behind him later with a smirk on his face as Aedyn reviewed the footage from the party.

I smiled at Don, settling myself against the desk, “Oh? Okay.”

“We want you to be our doll for real.” Valentina’s hand wrapped around my throat as she settled herself between my legs in front of me. Her warmth ate me up from the inside, burning a hole through my sanity, “Will you do that for us? Be our perfect, pretty little slut?”

I nodded, biting down hard on my bottom lip, “Yes.”

“Such a good girl.” She swooped down, licking against my teeth.

I relaxed my grip, breathing her in before my tongue darted out to hers. She kissed me with a fierceness that had my breath catching in my throat, pulling at the lightheaded feeling that had already started inside of me. I let out a breathy sound as she opened me to her exploration. Her fingers dug into my jaw in the most delicious way.

Don moved behind her, settling himself on the large cushioned chair by the fireplace. His view let him see everything. Every stroke of Valentina’s tongue against mine, and brush of her fingers. She pulled at the zipper of my dress, slipping it down without letting go of me until Don was seated and settled.

She turned my head so he was all I could see; bright emerald green gemstones flickered with a heat that was consuming. He looked like a fucking king on his throne, crushed red velvet silhouetting him. I wanted to fall to my knees, crawl to him, and worship at the altar de Giovenni.

I thought I might be able to spend my whole life worshiping these two if they let me.

“For this game, you have to be quiet. Can you be quiet, Alex?”

I nodded; my movements shaky. I could feel my body vibrating with excitement, craving the next moment I could fulfill a directive successfully and hear those sweet, fucking words for Valentina’s lips—from Don’s.

“Good.”

Valentina tugged me away from the desk, letting the green silk fall to the floor. As per requested, I hadn’t worn a single stitch of clothing underneath. Not that it had been a hardship to feel the cool, smooth fabric on my skin. I stepped out of the dress, hands curling in Valentina’s as she took me closer to Don.

“You may speak only to stop us. The minute you say something, the game stops, do you understand, Lexi?”

I nodded to him with breathless anticipation. Valentina stood behind me, her fingers clutching my shoulders as she stood me to face Don. He leaned back into the chair, pulling at his belt and undoing the button on his dress pants.

He watched me as he slid the zipper down, slowly. So achingly slowly I nearly lunged to my knees to finish the job myself, but between his stare and Valentina’s grip I was captured in a web so deep I couldn’t begin to detangle my way out even if I had wanted to. I didn’t.

I wanted to be right here, caught between my two avenging angels. Gods of war and destruction that took my poor beating heart in their bloody hands and held it against their chest plates.

“What do you want, muñequita?” Valentina whispered, her lips dragging across my shoulders.

“You.” I breathed.

Don shook his head, tsk-ing under his breath, “Pretty sluts like you don’t speak, do they? They keep still, and enjoy being played with.”

“Used.” Valentina rested her chin on my shoulder, pushing me towards Don.

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