Doc kneels between my legs, his cock in his hand. “Now, how should I do this? From behind? Make you ride me and give the boys a show?”

I lie frozen, naked except for Eli’s necklace, knowing the moment I’ve been dreading is here.

“I could do it nice and traditional,” Doc says. “Missionary.”

“Please?” I manage to whisper.

“Please do it missionary? Fine.” He braces above me, one hand on the bed, and rubs his cock through me. It’s thick and round as a baseball bat. “You ready to become a woman?”

“Domenico…”

He flashes a smile at the others. “You watching, Bash? Ten bucks says she comes as soon as I’m all the way inside her.”

He moves the head of his cock through my folds like Bobby did and his eyes find mine. There’s a question there. You want this too?

Yes, I think. Yes, I want to know what sex feels like. Yes, I want to know what it feels like with this man. But there’s more to it than ‘yes.’ There’s Mr. Parker paying millions to never touch me. Eli warning me that wherever I go I’ll belong to a powerful man. Adriano telling me I’ll die as soon as the others are done with me.

I shake my head and for a heart-breaking second, Doc looks crushed. The next his knife is at my neck.

“Fuck you. I know you want to. Say it.”

I can’t. I push back against Doc’s blade and a sting edges at my throat.

Panic blurs his handsome features and he lifts the knife. “The fuck, January?”

“Domenico.” There’s a warning in Eli’s voice. “If she’s going to hurt herself, you need to put the knife away.”

Doc presses a thumb to the stinging place at my neck. “Is that right, Tits? You’d rather behead yourself than fuck me?”

I hear the hurt behind his anger, but I also hear Adriano telling me he’ll end my life. If there’s any way I can get out of sleeping with Doc—with any of them—I need to take it. I say nothing.

Doc lifts his thumb and there’s blood, as red as Eli’s rubies smeared across it. He raises it to his lips and sucks it away. “You don’t know how fucked you are.”

My skin crawls, but before I can scream, his hand is over my mouth. He drops the knife and climbs onto my chest, his lean, wolflike body pinning me to the mattress. He spits on me, smearing my breasts with his saliva and cups me roughly. He slides his cock into my cleavage. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels strange. He pushes forward, his fingers biting into my breasts. “I’m gonna paint you a little mental picture, before I paint your rack with my cum, Tesorina.”

I feel the gulf between that sweet nickname and how Doc actually feels about me, and it stings. But I’ve won. My virginity has been spared. I bend my head forward and draw the head of his cock into my mouth as much as I can.