Dominance and Deception by Amy Valenti Page A

stepping back three paces and turning to look expectantly at me.
    I gave her a faint smile, tugging her against my side before turning my attention to Santoro. His libido was blurring the edges of his wariness, but he still reminded me of a rabbit caught in headlights.
    "Boss—” he began, then faltered, speechless.
    "Santoro.” I looked him up and down, not bothering to hide my intentions. From his Faye-tousled hair to his half-open shirt to his obvious arousal, he was the missing piece of our puzzle, and I was pleased with what I saw.
    He flushed a little, obviously uncomfortable with the blatant way I was checking him out, and snapped, “Pierce, what the hell is going on?"
    I shrugged. “No catches. You want a place in our bed tonight, you got it."
    Santoro nervously licked his lips, looking from Faye to me and back again. He opened his mouth, then closed it again as he bit down on what he'd been about to say. He wouldn't dare to take the plunge without a little help, and I tilted up Faye's chin to give her a brief, hard kiss before sending her back to him.
    She stepped into Santoro's arms and attempted to recapture his lips, sighing as he gently dissuaded her, made cautious by my presence.
    "Faye—"
    "Don't you want me, Santoro?” she asked plaintively, and I stifled a smile at the way she was handling the situation.
    He groaned, his eyes flitting to mine. “You know I do, but how can I—?"
    The words were cut off by Faye's insistent lips, and with a soft sigh of surrender he returned the kiss.
    One of my girl's hands dropped from his hip, reaching behind her for me. Guessing her intent and only half-convinced it'd work, I stepped up beside her, putting my arm around her waist. Santoro felt it and broke off, but he was too intoxicated to step back, even though there were only inches separating the three of us.
    Faye turned her face to mine without disentangling her arm from around Santoro's neck. I kissed her, slowly and deeply this time, putting on a show for our boy that Faye was only too happy to participate in. After a few seconds she turned her head again, resuming her kiss with Santoro while her free hand rested on the back of my neck.
    So gradually that he barely noticed it, she coaxed his head further towards mine, and I laid kisses across her cheek, then over his. His eyes flew open, but from the way his breath caught, he couldn't deny himself what he wanted.
    Faye pulled back, and I moved in to claim Santoro's lips. His eyes stared into mine, filled with conflicting emotions—doubt and hope, desire and fear, relief and confusion. His body was motionless to begin with, but then he slid his fingers through my hair, the touch rougher and more masculine than my girl's.
    He responded to me, hesitantly at first, but then with more confidence. Dimly, I felt Faye step out of the way, but my senses were concentrated on our new playmate, the toned planes of his body and the way his erection pressed against my upper thigh, so close to my own.
    I was the one to break the kiss, leaving him to crave more while I nodded at Faye. “Good."
    Glowing with the praise, her eyes gleaming with lust, she nodded back. “Thank you, Sir."
    Santoro watched the exchange with an investigator's eye. He wasn't a hundred per cent certain, but he suspected the truth, and I knew the idea of submitting to us intrigued him.
    From the hungry way he was eyeing Faye right then, though, another possibility wasn't entirely out of the question. Though part of me jealously protested against her taking someone else's orders, Santoro seemed far too skittish to submit tonight, and in any case, he'd feel more at ease with her.
    "When was the last time you let someone give you head, Santoro?"
    His shoulder tensed under my hand, and I backed off, catching Faye's eye and cocking my head toward the stairs. She nodded and took Santoro's hand, guiding him along.
    "C'mon. Let's get a little more comfortable."
    He took a breath to voice a protest, then