Looking into his brown eyes I know it’s true and the indignity of it makes me cry out, “You’re supposed to be nice!”

Eli laughs but Bobby’s hard expression doesn’t change. “Fuck being nice. Where’s that got me?”

“I like you.”

“But you respect Doc. You respect Eli. You don’t respect me.”

“That’s not true!”

“Spank her again,” Eli says lazily.

His hand comes down hard, and I arch my back at the sting. Red heat spreads through me, followed by a shameful truth. This doesn’t feel bad. Not the way it should. Bobby grips the back of my neck. “Turn, January. Watch.”

I do and the sight of him makes my pussy clench. I imagine him taking me while I’m on all fours like this, his heavy muscles flexing as he slams into me. As I watch, he spits into his hand and slicks it over his cock. “I’m gonna make you come now.”

“Bobby…”

His gaze softens. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

My throbbing butt says that’s not true, but I know what he means. He won’t take my virginity. And he doesn’t. He notches his cock between my legs, pushing my thighs tight around himself, the way Doc did to my breasts.

He pulses forward, brushing my aching clit and the sensation’s so sharp, I gasp. “Bobby!”

He gives a guttural moan. “You don’t know how good this looks, January. Your ass bouncing up against me. Your little pussy soaking my dick.”

My muscles tremble as I struggle to hold myself up. I can’t believe this is Bobby being so disgusting, but his cock slides against me, and bright spots rush across my eyes.

“She’s going to come again,” Eli says, sounding amused. “Move slower. Steady.”

Bobby swears but he does as he’s told and as his swollen flesh drags across me, my body shakes. I can’t need to finish again. Not after Doc just made me. I’m not a whore. I don’t like this.

But the pressure between my legs builds and Eli’s necklace slaps into my skin and I’m doing what Bobby said I was, soaking his cock with my needy, disobedient pussy. I can feel Eli watching, I can picture Doc going down on me, thrusting into me with the handle of his knife. My ass is burning and in the back of my mind, I see Adriano Rossi, his gun trained on my forehead—

“That’s it,” Bobby pants. “Just like that, sweetheart. Come on me.”

My vision blurs and my whole body stiffens. Somewhere I can hear myself screaming, but inside everything is still. Bobby tunnels through my soaking flesh, forcing stimulation into me until I feel like I’m going to pass out.

“You’re dripping all over me,” he snarls. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuck!”

His hips slap into mine and wetness sprays across my stomach. I collapse forward, pressing my face into the sheets as Bobby pumps between my thighs. More wetness comes, sliding in thick ropes down my abdomen to the underside of my breasts.