Page 53 of Boardwalk Kings

"Okay," I choked out, knowing my submission was the only way he would ease up on me. "I'm yours."

I was playing a role, pretending to want each of them. But even I didn't believe my lies. That was what I told myself to justify hooking up with them.

But my heart and body didn't seem to get the memo. Maybe it was years of lusting after them. All the girls in my social circle had a thing for the Luciano brothers. They were powerful and already men when we were noticing boys.

A pleased smile tugged at the corners of Angelo's mouth. "Good girl." Then he dropped his hand to his side. "Come. I want to show you the club and everything we offer."

A strange sensation shot down my arms, all the way to my toes. Every inch of my skin tingled with a mixture of excitement and fear.

"Angelo," one man on the couch said as we walked toward the door. "You gonna be back soon?"

Without looking over his shoulder, Angelo shook his head. "Nope. Don’t wait around for me.”

We left the room and stepped into the dark hallway with his hand on my ass. I hated how much I liked Angelo touching me with his blood-stained hands.

Angelo's dark eyes lowered to my face, then traveled down to the swell of my breasts. He licked his lips as he cupped my right breast in his big hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my nipple. A hiss slipped past my lips from the sudden contact.

He tilted his head to the side and traced the length of my body with his wicked gaze. "What is with the tight as fuck clothes I have to cut off you?" Angelo shook his head as his hand rubbed up and down the side of my leg. "I'm gonna kill Stefan for picking out your clothes."

I waggled my eyebrows and smiled. "Isn't it more fun to take them off me?"

It was all a game.

I only had one card to play with Angelo—his undeniable attraction to me. So while I had his attention, I would use it to my advantage. Maybe if I could get in their beds, I could work my way into their cold, black hearts.

Angelo pushed my back to the wall outside his office, his lips hovering over mine. He reached into his pocket and produced something I couldn't see. And then he flicked open the blade and held it to my throat. It didn't hurt, but the metal was too close to my skin, too close for my comfort.

"You're a mouthy little bitch." I squirmed beneath him, which turned his sick expression into something even more sinister. "Are you scared, college girl?"

"Is that what you want?"

His free hand covered my heart, so he could feel what he was doing to me, loving every second of my torture. "Smart girls are trouble. All the same."

"You wouldn't like me if I was submissive," I pointed out. "It's the challenge you like."

His thumb grazed my jaw. "Proving my point already. Think you know it all, babe." He let the blade drop to my chest and flattened it over the top of my breast. "You think you're better than us because you went to college. Graduated at the top of your class."

Angelo resumed his exploration of my body with the knife. It nicked the top of my left breast, and I sucked in a breath of air. The cut was about as painful as a paper cut.

"What are you doing, Angelo?"

"Thinking about where to put my mark on you." He dipped his head down and stuck out his tongue, keeping his eyes on me. Then he licked from my chest to my neck, the knife now between my cleavage. "Everyone needs to know you belong to the Boardwalk Kings."

My heart raced a mile a minute.

"Maybe you should wait until your brothers are here," I said, hoping to change his mind about carving into my skin. "Dante won't be happy if you mark me without his permission. You know how he gets."

His jaw clenched as he looked into my eyes. He knew I was right. Even though Dante acted as if he hated me, he would be angry with Angelo for messing up his precious property.

He lowered the knife.

I sighed.

Angelo pocketed the knife and then grabbed my wrist, dragging me down the dark hallway. "You have three options at The Monella Club. Voyeur, performer, or participant." He flashed an evil grin. "Choose wisely."

"Wait.” I gasped. "You expect me to…"

I couldn't even finish the thought.

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