“You know that woman?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her.
“She’s our whore.”
I shake my head. “Come again?”
“We have a woman we pass around to fuck. Every man at this event has fucked her.”
“Including you?”
“Yes.”
I shoot him a glare.
He laughs. “Is my little nymph jealous?”
“I’m not jealous. She looks so young.”
“She’s in her early thirties. She looks young because she is plastic and had a lot of work done.”
I need to keep the façade of acting like I care about this marriage.
“You’re not going to sleep with her while we’re married,” I say.
He winks at me. “It’s cute you think you can tell me what to do, Roselyn.”
“I’m serious, Devious. You will not give me an STI.”
“I’m serious, too. You don’t tell me who I will not sleep with. FYI, I wasn’t planning on fucking anyone else.”
We meet a few underbosses, including Saverio, the underboss of Los Angeles, and right after him, my eyes snag on to Nero. I haven’t seen him in a month, after I caught him in bed with another woman. His chestnut hair appears brighter because of the sun, and his skin is smooth and tan. He’s smaller than Devious, a little shorter than him, and he’s also the biggest slut I know. Our arrangement was that he gets to sleep with whoever he wants, and we’ll appear like a lovely couple in front of everyone. Now, it seems more like a sweeter deal than getting married to Devious. At least I wasn’t expecting him to fuck me until it was time for us to have babies.
His chocolate eyes narrow as he gives me a once-over, and then his gaze snags on to Devious and he frowns. Devious wraps his arms around my waist tighter.
“Congratulations on the engagement.” His words are insincere as he shakes Devious’s hand.
Nero was never mean to me, and he treated me with a lot more respect than Devious ever did.
“Thank you,” Devious says.
I can feel the tension rolling from both of the men.
Nero glares at Devious, and he grips his crystal glass tight. “Our don gets off on stealing someone else’s woman.”
“Don’t make me beat your ass in front of our guests.”
Nero doesn’t say anything for a while as they stare at each other like two warriors going to battle. “My scalp still burns from you pulling on my hair when I ate your pussy. Your moans were the loveliest sound I ever heard,” he says, before sipping his champagne. “Did you tell him about your kinks? How you have a rape fantasy?” He sips his beverage again, smirking at Devious. “What about when you begged me to chase you in the woods and eat your pussy?”
I put my head down. “Nero, please, be quiet.”
His tongue felt so good and he was the first guy to give me an orgasm. Heat travels up my neck.
When I glance up at Devious, redness creeps up in his hollow cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the heat or anger.
His eyebrows are bunched together, and he remains still as a statue. “You’re welcome to watch me fuck my wife on our wedding day. You can watch as her blood stains my cock. You can watch as she screams and begs for more while my name leaves her pretty lips, right before I kill you.” Devious’s tone is so calm and collected, and he speaks as if it’s a casual conversation. “But if you ever mention how you gave Roselyn an orgasm again, I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth and make you eat it.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “The thought of another man looking at your pussy makes me want to go apeshit. I should choke the shit out of him for touching what belongs to me.”
I feel like a cheap whore the way they speak about me as if I’m not here. I need to go ahead and meet Tommy, so I place my hand over my stomach, pretending to have pain.
“I’m not feeling good,” I lie. “Can I lie down, please?”
