Third Comes Vengeance (Promised in Blood, #3)

by Lilith Vincent

Vinicius is kneeling down beside me and is slipping my bare feet into red high heels. “Perfect, Vinicius,” Cassius says appreciatively. Vinicius leans over and gives me a kiss. “If you’re going to be fucked on the hood of my car, kitten, let’s make this as lurid as we can.” His gleaming gaze wanders over me. “That’s so hot. Everyone has to see this.” He digs out his phone. I hear the sound of a call going through and then Lorenzo asks, “What’s up? I’m driving.” “Nothing. Just saying hi,” Vinicius says, positioning himself so that Cassius and I are in the background of his video call. Cassius has his hands holding my waist and he’s intent on fucking me. Salvatore has answered as well, and he sounds distracted as he says, “Vinicius, what do you—wait, what’s happening behind you?” “Holy shit,” Lorenzo says, in a very different tone. “Is everyone watching?” Cassius asks, not letting up on his pounding rhythm. “Oh, they can see,” Vinicius tells him, pointing the camera so it travels down my body. “I’m going to crash my fucking car,” Lorenzo says. Remembering how he drove through a stop sign when I said I love you, I call out, “Please be careful, Lorenzo.”