THREE Benito
“We need to leave.” Rico’s voice jolts me from my lust-induced fog, his footsteps nearing. “Your father wants to know where you went.”
I reach down and flick the buttons of my jacket apart to reveal Nastasya’s open corset. She gasps, eyes wide at the broad man who approaches my back. “Let me do this.” I make fast work of the tough clasps, shocked at how hard I have to pull to get the panels of the garment to meet.