Her cunt ripples around my hand. “No…”

“Don’t deny it. Just the thought of being ours has you coming all over my fingers.”

She tosses her head from side to side. “But Adriano hates me.”

“And sometimes it’s a pleasure to fuck what you hate.”

I rub her in firm circles and she grips my wrist and tries to push my hand away. I shake her off, pulsing and stroking at once.

“No…” She whispers. “Please.”

Her inner muscles clench tight around me, practically drawing me in. I’m going to make her come. Show her where she belongs.

She twists against me, gasping. “I don’t want to be a mistress. I want to be special to someone.”

“Have you not listened to a word I said? You’d be special to all four of us.”

“No. You’re lying. You’re just scared to love someone the way your father loved your mother.”

The words are a knife in my chest. I stand, letting her tumble onto the floor. She cowers below me, shock written across her face. “Apologize, Miss Whitehall. Now.”

January’s eyes are already bright with tears. “I’m… I’m sorry, Mr. Morelli.”

“Not good enough.” I grip her hair and yank her to her knees. “I am not nicer than I pretend to be. I’m a thousand times more cruel. You forget yourself. You forget where you are. It is for my amusement you were given a choice between myself and my brothers. There’s no way out of this situation in which you won’t be tied to a powerful man, bent over, used and made to have his children.”

“I’m sorry.” The dam bursts and tears stream down her cheeks.

“I know you are. Now you’ll prove it. Unzip me and take me out.”

“But—”

I tighten my hold in her hair. “Now, Miss Whitehall.”

She reaches for my belt, unbuckling it with fumbling fingers. I let her wallow in her own clumsiness. If she wanted me to be gentle, she should have kept her idiotic mouth shut. She pulls my belt open and undoes my pants. She hesitates when she gets to my underwear.

“Have you seen one before?” I demand.

She swallows and I remember the previous evening. “Doc, stroking himself in front of you?”

She nods.

“That man is always ruining things. Never mind, Miss Whitehall. My cock will be the first you taste. Take me out and suck.”

She pulls me from my briefs and my stomach clenches at the tentative touch of her lips. They close over me and she sucks, quite literally, drawing on me without moving. It’s good, but it won’t get the job done. I pull her hair, guiding her back and forth. “Like this.”

She seizes on the rhythm, and I groan. “That’s a good girl. Deeper. Concentrate.”

All the muscles in my body tighten as I strain into her mouth, and I become aware of the weight in my pocket. The ruby necklace. The final crown for the princess on her knees.