Page 61 of Breaking Lucia
She looks away.
“Eyes on him,” Victor says sharply. “Watch, Lucia.”
Her eyes fly open, and if looks could kill… well, it’d be a lot of fun to see her try.
But she hasn’t seen my worst yet. I drag the knife along Bonito’s thigh, cutting his boxers at the side. The fabric falls away, leaving him with one leg clothed and the other bare. I pull the fabric down to reveal his small cock. Nothing to write home about.
“I’ve never castrated a man,” I tell Bonito casually, placing the knife against his cock. “Well, I guess you’d call this a penectomy.”
The way Bonito startssquealing, it really gets me. He’s bleeding out from his knee and calf, wriggling pathetically, and—yes, those are tears in his eyes. I rub the corner of his eye with my thumb.
“Please! Please, no!” Bonito cries. “I can tell you more! We’ve got a gun warehouse. The codes! The codes are—”
He lists some numbers, and I glance over at Victor. He nods at me, so either he’s already got everything memorized or he doesn’t care. Either way, he doesn’t seem to want more. Whatever’s happened, he’s gotten everything he wants from Bonito.
Lucia is crying, and I wish I could lick away her tears, streak her face with blood and kiss her hard—that I could be the one thrusting my fingers in and out of her instead of Victor.
It makes me impatient, and as much fun as it would be to hear Bonito’s screams as I slowly saw his penis off, it’s not going to be half as good as driving my cock into Lucia.
I grab Bonito’s hair and bend his head back. His entire face is red, he’s sobbing incoherently, and snot is running out his nose. Yeah, he’s not doing it for me anymore.
I quickly slit his throat, catching his artery. The blood spurts out, splashing my face and chest. It’s hot in the way only blood fresh from a body can be.
The screams and struggles end only a few seconds later. It’s almost anticlimactic, the way the blood slowly comes to a halt and pools underneath his body onto the rug.
“Sorry about the rug,” I say to Victor as I get up. “I’m not sure it’s salvageable.”
Victor quirks his lips. “It’s fine. I was going to replace it anyway.”
Lucia is still crying softly, but Victor finally removes his fingers from inside of her. He casually runs them across her face, and I can see what’s left behind: moisture. Whether she’d wanted to be or not, she’d been wet while Victor had finger-fucked her.
Which means she’s nice and wet now.
“Hey, Princess.” I drop the knife next to Bonito’s body and go over to her. “You scared?” I trail my bloodied hand along her cheek, leaving a beautiful red streak behind.
“Don’t touch me,” she hisses, jerking back away from my touch.
I follow her movement and rub my finger along her lips, painting them crimson. Victor grips Lucia’s head and forces her to keep still. “Lick his fingers, Lucia. Clean them off.”
Lucia refuses to open her mouth. Tears are still sliding down her cheeks, and some of them blur into the red line.
I push past her lips and rub her gums and teeth. “Come on, Princess, you know the rules.”
She shakes her head more vehemently, glaring at me with more hatred than I think I’ve ever seen from her.
With a sigh, I use my other hand to push both sides of her jaw, using enough force that she involuntarily opens her mouth. I lay my bloody fingers on the back of her tongue, delighting in how her throat convulses. I can feel her trying to close her jaw, probably trying to bite me.
Victor’s hand wraps around her throat and squeezes loosely. “Lucia, if you bite, you won’t like the consequences. When Angelo lets go of your jaw, you will suck nicely, understood?”
I can sense her hesitation as much as feel the tension in her jaw, but after a moment, she relaxes her mouth. I smile in triumph, starting to activelyfeelthe inside. Over her tongue, over her palate, over her gums… All of it is smeared with blood as she starts to tentatively suck on my fingers.
All I can think about is her open mouth, her lips and tongue working on me, and my other hand drops to my cock through my pants. I lightly stroke myself, high on the feeling of her forced submission, on the cooling body on the floor.
I pull my fingers out and smear them across her jaw. I don’t think I can do a long, drawn-out scene the way Victor always does. I need her warm cunt around my cock now. Lucia glares at me through her tears, which only heightens my need.
“Turn around,” I order. “Get on your knees, straddling Victor’s hips.”
Her anger turns into bewilderment, and she shakes her head. She’s not saying no—or if she is, I don’t give a fuck—but I don’t think she knows what I mean.