We would make her pay for every cent her dad stole from us.
She stopped moving and lay on me, her arms and legs limp. “Just get it over with already, you sick fuck.”
Now, where is the fun in that?
I wanted her to beg for me to stop. To scream my name with each whack of my hand. Eventually, she would fight me, and when she did, I would fucking destroy her.
She pressed her cheek to the cushion and turned her head away from my brothers. “Well? Are you going to spank me or what?”
Ava seemed too eager.
Maybe she wanted this.
And if that was the case, I wasn’t giving her shit.
I spread her legs and slid the thin fabric covering her pussy to the side. “You need to learn how to speak to your new bosses.”
I gave my brothers a good look at her pretty pussy. They groaned. Angelo’s nose tipped up as if he could smell her desire that filled the air like a sweet perfume.
Our girl was wet for us.
“From now on, you will show us respect. Do you understand me?”
I hadn’t even touched her, and she moaned for me, lifting her hips to push my hand lower.
“Yes, Mr. Luciano,” she bit out in that deep but sexy tone.
“Oh, we’re back to yes, Mr. Luciano, and thank you, Mr. Luciano?” I rubbed my palm over her ass. “Huh, good girl?”
She buried her head on the cushion. “Please. Stop torturing me.”
I moved her panties back into place, and she soaked right through them. “Please, what?”
Glancing over at my brothers, I smirked as she tried to find the right words. They looked like predators on the hunt, sizing her up like their next meal.
She opened her mouth and muttered something I couldn’t understand.
“You can’t say it, can you?” I squeezed her ass, and she whimpered. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t let you cum.”
Then I snaked my arm around her and got up from the couch.
Flustered, with her black hair all over the place and her cheeks red, she tried to elbow me and failed. “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to intimidate me. Humiliate me. Well, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Stupid girl.” I guided her out of the living room and toward her bedroom. “You should be. Now, get fucking packing.”
“Nico,” she said with a plea in her tone.
“He won’t help you.” Then, with my hand on her ass, I moved her into the bedroom. “The nice guy routine was all an act. Nico takes orders from me. And so do you.”
She ripped the hangers off the rack and threw them onto the bed with a permanent frown on her face. Stefan opened the drawers on her dresser while Angelo went through the shit in her nightstand drawer.
“Yo!” Ava flung out her hand at them. “Stop going through my stuff. That’s private.”
Stefan dangled a black thong from his finger and laughed. “You can wear this one when you come to the club to see me.”
Ava shook her head. “I’m not wearing shit for you.” She grabbed the underwear from his hand. “What club?”
Stefan grinned. “You work for all of us.”