“For fuck’s sake, this doesn’t make any sense.” Doc slurs.

She’s humiliating us. We were supposed to be controlling her, corrupting her. Reminding her there’s nothing she can refuse that we can’t take. Now we’re circled around her, staring at her. Worshiping her almost. This girl who declined to be my mistress, to work for Doc, to marry Bobby or to beg Adriano for her life. This girl…

Doc blows out a hard breath. “If she takes much longer, I’m jacking off.”

“Coming on her counts as touching,” I warn.

“Fucking fascist.”

“Why don’t we just touch her?” Bobby suggests. “Not a proper touch. Just, like, a massage or—”

“Fuck this,” Doc pulls his T-shirt over his head. “Hey, Tesorina? Over here.”

I expect her to ignore him, but her eyes widen as she takes in his bare chest.

“Yeah, you see this?” Doc runs a hand down his tattooed abdomen. “All yours. Come get it.”

“Idiota,” I mutter, but January’s tongue flashes out, wetting her swollen lips.

“Yeah, you like that, Tits? You wanna get fucked into a screaming mess?”

January’s expression is tortured. “Stop calling me that!”

“No.” Doc grips his cock through his jeans. “Come on, you know you want to.”

Her face goes scarlet. Is this going to work? Should I take my clothes off?

Doc undoes the top button of his jeans and Bobby recoils. “No getting it out near me!”

“Or me,” Adriano rumbles.

“Yeah, like you scumbags haven’t already seen it.” Doc pulls open his zipper and works himself into his palm. “Like it, Tesorina?”

January’s gaze is fixed, hypnotized. Has she seen a hard cock before? Is she imagining how it feels?

Doc pumps himself. “Yeah, nice and big, isn’t it? Wanna come sit on it?”

At the other end of the couch, Bobby drains his glass. “January?”

“Fuck off,” Doc snaps but he’s already lost January’s attention.

When she looks at Bobby, her green eyes mellow and I feel a rush of jealousy. She’s never looked at me like that. Never come close. All Bobby’s coolness has vanished. His cheeks are red as he swipes a hand across his mouth. “JJ, if you come here, I’ll… I’ll…”

“What?” Doc sneers. “You’ll stutter at her?”

“… I’ll lick your pussy.”

Silence greets the end of Bobby’s sentence until Doc’s laughter breaks it. “Smooth, man. Very cool.”

January’s face goes even redder, but she doesn’t break eye contact with Bobby.

Looking mortified but determined, he leans forward. “January, I swear to God, you don’t have to do anything to me. I won’t take your virginity. I’ll just take care of you. Touch you. I’ll use my hands. My mouth.”

Her lower lip trembles.

“I’ve dreamed about you for so long, JJ. I’ve fantasized about what you taste like. That’s all I want, to lick you until you come.”

I watch the idea of giving in flash across January’s face.

“Don’t listen to him, Tesorina,” Doc calls. “The minute you let this nice guy asshole near you, your virginity’s gone.”