I can’t talk, I can’t even smile. I can still feel her legs wrapped around me, smell her everywhere.

“Basher’ll do that any time you like, Tesorina.” Doc backs away from the bed. “We’re gonna go before Gretzky shows up with pizza rolls for you.”

January’s smile dims, then she tilts her head to the side. “Do people call you Doc because of the pills?”

“Huh?”

“Your nickname. Is it because you were a drug dealer?”

A beat and then a half smile. “Yeah.”

“I thought so.” Her voice is soft. “I’m not always stupid.”

I reach down, finding her foot through the covers, and give it a gentle squeeze. “You’re never stupid.”

“Bobby…” she mumbles.

Doc catches my eyes and taps his wrist.

I let go of January’s foot. “Bye JJ.”

“No,” she says, all sweet like a little girl.

Doc leans forward and gives her a swift kiss on the forehead. “Sleep, Tesorina.” He jerks his head at me. “Let’s go.”

Back in my wing of Velvet House I strip off and shower. Put on my pajama bottoms, brush my teeth. As I do it, I replay the kiss Doc gave January. Not the mind-bending one while I was going down on her, the fast one on the head as we left.

That kiss worries me. I know I love January and Eli wants her, and Adriano hates her. But as of fifteen minutes ago, I have no idea what my psychotic, chain-smoking, drug-inventing friend feels about her.

Chapter Fourteen

January Whitehall

Bobby is between my legs, licking me softly. I tilt my hips and pleasure washes over me like a wave. I shouldn’t let him do this but it’s so good. His brown eyes find mine, warm and kind. “Touch me, JJ.”

I reach down and brush my fingers through his hair and it becomes long and blond. Doc grins. “You gonna come on my face, Tits?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Ah relax, little bella.” Eli is sitting in a chair beside me. He leans forward, brushing a hand over my breasts. “Domenico’s only complimenting you. You have perfect tits.”

The tongue between my legs moves faster, fluttering over my swollen clit. I scream as my orgasm surges closer.

“Stop! Please? Let me go?”

Eli fastens his ruby necklace around my throat. “Too late for that, Pryntsesa.”

I look down and it isn’t Doc licking me, it’s a man with shaggy brown hair with shaved sides. His mouth is hot as steam and he digs at me, deep and hard with his teeth. I try to yell but no sound comes out. He looks at me, green eyes glowing like twin traffic lights. “Come and I’ll kill you.”

He lowers his head and his tongue slicks through me. He’s good at this. Too good. I’m going to come, but then so is death. I need to scream—

“Miss?”

“No!”

“Miss Whitehall?”

I jolt upright. I’m not where I was.