He rolled his broad shoulders against the leather bench. “It might.”
Why did he hate me so much?
Something had happened in the past between our families. He’d alluded to that many times over the years, and yet, I still didn’t know what had made Luca so hateful. Marcello was slowly thawing out. The past few weeks had softened his hard exterior. But his older brother was a lost cause.
A moment later, the auction began. The house lights dimmed as the announcer took the stage and moved behind a podium. Three girls who looked not much younger than me lined up beside him in skimpy lingerie.
Bastian’s fingers trailed down my arm, his delicate motion whipping me out of my Luca-induced fit of anger. Sometimes I forgot Bastian was the enemy. And in these moments, I wondered if I was falling for him.
A woman's screams of pleasure pierced the air like gunfire. The announcer hadn’t even introduced the auction girls before the woman two booths over was riding out an orgasm. Skin slapped together. Men grunted their arousal. It was like being trapped in a porno.
Marcello’s hand dropped to my thigh, his fingers inching up to my aching core. I was so turned on by all the sex surrounding us. From all the women moaning, the men growling like wild animals. My breath hitched as Marcello peeled my panties to the side, baring my wet pussy to the cold air.
It was freezing in the club.
And with Marcello exposing me to everyone at our table, a shiver rushed down my arms. Bastian noticed my chest heaving, the soft moans escaping my throat. His eyes flared with desire, the irises changing to a lighter gray that almost appeared to be blue.
Jealous of Marcello’s hand between my thighs, Bastian yanked on my leg and pulled me closer. They both took a knee on the bench, leaning over me like hungry savages. Each of their hands slipped between my thighs, spreading me wide enough for Luca to see.
Luca’s eyes shifted between the stage and me. His brothers held me down, but I wasn’t fighting them. Nope, not this time.
I wanted them.
I wanted to come.
Luca sipped scotch from the snifter in his hand, his eyes on me. The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. He introduced more girls, but the men at my table were too busy focusing on me to care. Even Luca gave me his undivided attention. His gaze lowered to my pussy, then he licked his lips like he wanted a taste.
Marcello reached into his pocket with his other hand and produced a knife. My eyes widened as he lowered it in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathing hard.
Without answering, he slid the blade beneath my panties and cut them off my body. Bastian yanked the ripped lace and threw it on the table, right in front of Luca’s glass.
“Lighten up, brother,” Bash said with laughter in his tone. “Our girl has the prettiest pussy in this club. Sit back and enjoy the show.”
“That she does,” Marcello said against the shell of my ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth. He took the blade’s pommel and rubbed it up and down my slick folds. “Are you scared, princess?”
He inched the cold metal inside me just enough for my pulse to pound in my ears. It was so loud I wondered if they could hear it. I couldn’t believe I was letting him touch me like this… and in public. My bully boys had pushed me so far out of my comfort zone there was no going back.
“I swear to God, Marcello, if you accidentally cut me, I’m going to kill you.”
He smirked. “I know what I’m doing, princess.”
Luca slid closer to Bastian, his fist on the table, jaw clenched. What the fuck was wrong with him? Even when I was practically naked and dripping for them, he didn’t even crack a smile. His brothers held my legs over top of theirs and teased me with their long fingers.
Both of them.
At the same time.
Oh. My. God.
My eyes slammed shut from the sparks of pleasure that shot throughout my body. Marcello slid his finger between my slick folds, taking his time at first before he slammed his finger into me.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight.” He massaged my inner walls, in and out, so damn slowly my skin pebbled with tiny bumps. “Open up for us. Make room for Bash.”
My eyes widened in surprise.
Bastian lifted my leg higher, spreading me wide enough for Luca to get a better look while Marcello fingered my pussy. No matter what they did to me, Luca made no move to join them. The bastard just stared at me. Lips squeezed tight, his body rigid.