A minute later, Anthony opened the double doors, revealing the long marble hallway. Lucky pranced into Dante’s bedroom in a white lacy bra and matching thong that rode up her ass. She smiled at Dante as if he was her entire world. I looked at Angelo the same way. Whether she realized it or not, Lucky was in love with Dante. Even if her idea of love was different from mine, I couldn’t understand why she’d want to share him with ten women.
Lucky came up to Dante’s side of the bed and waited for him to slide his hand up her thigh, stopping at the thin string of her underwear. “Everything okay, Boss?”
He snapped the material between his fingers, ripping it from her body. A crooked smile curled up the corners of his mouth. “I expected more from you, Lucky. You’re supposed to teach Raven that there are rules in this house.”
“I’ve been trying, Dante.” Her voice sounded weak, defensive. “She’s not like the other girls.”
With the one strap broken, all it took was a slight tug for Dante to strip Lucky of her underwear. The situation was awkward, to say the least. Dante played with Lucky, staring over at me while he fingered her. His cock tented his boxer briefs, his length growing with each moan he ripped from her throat.
Why was he making me watch?
Was this a test to see if I would run away?
To see if I would join them?
As much as I wanted to look away, I understood this was part of the game, so I didn’t lower my gaze once.
After he made Lucky come with his fingers, Dante pushed his boxers over his hips and kicked them in my direction. His eyes never left mine. Dante leaned back against the headboard and pulled Lucky on top of him. Facing me, Lucky slid onto his thick cock and rode Dante. He gripped her hips, with his eyes still fixed on me, and bounced her up and down, making a hissing sound as he thrust deeper inside her.
She moaned.
He growled.
Lucky closed her eyes.
Dante winked at me.
What a sick fuck.
Was I next?
There was no way in hell I was going to fuck him. He would’ve had to tie me down or drug me before that would happen.
For at least a half hour, I endured the show that Dante and Lucky put on for me. He was one sick motherfucker, too. Dante bent her over the bed for the finale, with both of them looking right at me as they came. Of course, he chose to pull out of her and come all over her back. It was as if he was writing his damn name on her, claiming her as his.
Still behind Lucky, Dante leaned over to hit the button on the box on his nightstand to call Anthony. He ordered Lucky to get in the shower with the slap of her ass. She rolled off the bed and did as he commanded, staggering toward the door to the bathroom in the far corner. Lucky looked like a girl who was fucked so well she couldn’t remember her name. Angelo had left me like that so many times. I’d beg him for more until I would pass out from the pleasure.
Anthony came into the room and stood by the door with his hands on his hips, awaiting Dante’s next instruction.
Dante pointed his long finger at me. “Get rid of her.”
Anthony removed his hands from his hips and buttoned his suit jacket. “What did you have in mind?”
“We’re going through with the original plan.” Dante wiped his cock with a tissue from his bedside table and dropped it on the bed as if this was normal. “She’s not going to work out.”
Anthony closed the distance between us within seconds, his big hand gripping my bicep so tight I wanted to scream. “Get up,” he ordered.
Before I could react, Anthony pulled me off the bed with violent force. My back hit his chest so hard pain shot down my spine. He dragged me out of the room, closing the door behind us, and escorted me down the hall by the arm.
“Whatever you said to Dante you will soon live to regret.”
“I didn’t say anything. I asked him to let me go.”
“You did more than that,” Anthony shot back.
He stopped in front of my bedroom, unlocked the door with one of the keys from the ring he kept in his pocket and threw me inside like a sack of garbage. I fell to the floor, scraping my knees in the process.
Hugging my legs to my chest, I glanced up at Anthony with tears in my bottom lids. They fought to slip over, but I kept them at bay. Anthony wasn’t worth my tears. Either was Dante.