Ezio planned to split his attention between Machiavelli and his apprentices. Ciro's hand slid beneath Bianca's dress. Out of the corner of his eye, Ezio saw him lift the elastic of her panties. There was the softest, gentlest squishing noise, and Bianca moaned and arched her back. Ciro's hand moved slowly.
"Oh, yes," murmured Ciro. "Like that, don't you?"
"Ciro," she gasped.
"Uhh," said Ezio into his phone.
"What sort of answer is that?" Machiavelli sounded irritated.
"Ah - what was the question?"
Ciro lifted Bianca's dress, took down her panties and lowered his head between her legs. She screamed and writhed. Ezio slammed his hand over the mouthpiece of his phone.
"Ciro!"
"What?" Ciro said innocently, wiping his mouth. "What did I do?"
"This call could change the course of history. Keep it down."
Bianca cast Ezio a sideways look and pulled Ciro back down. The young man shrugged at Ezio, as if to say - "What can I do?" He bent his head again, holding Bianca's hips as he kissed and tongued her. He seemed to be more careful this time, coaxing her to soft moans and sighs instead of screams.
Probably went straight for the clit, that first time, Ezio thought. Fool.
Ezio was so hard it hurt.
He lifted the phone again, prepared for another telling-off.
"What the hell is going on there, Auditore?"
"Nothing. You caught me... in the middle of something."
Bianca's sighs became gasps; gasps became sobs of pleasure, then cries. That girl needed gagging. Ezio found a scarf Caterina had left in his apartments a week ago, some delicate gauzy thing. He could simply pretend he hadn't seen it; it was unlikely to survive the morning. He balled up the strip of fabric and threw it at the back of Ciro's head.
Ciro feigned incomprehension, the scarf trailing through his fingers. "What am I to do with this, Ezio?"
Ezio mimed zipping his lips, and pointed at Bianca. "There must be another way to get an access card," he said to Machiavelli.
"If you are prepared to kill someone, there is always a way to get an access card." Ezio could almost see Machiavelli shrug as he spoke.
"No innocents," Ezio said.
"Not around here, anyway," said Ciro thoughtfully, while using the scarf to tie Bianca's wrists to a bedpost.
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"Oh, yes," murmured Ciro. "Like that, don't you?"
"Ciro," she gasped.
"Uhh," said Ezio into his phone.
"What sort of answer is that?" Machiavelli sounded irritated.
"Ah - what was the question?"
Ciro lifted Bianca's dress, took down her panties and lowered his head between her legs. She screamed and writhed. Ezio slammed his hand over the mouthpiece of his phone.
"Ciro!"
"What?" Ciro said innocently, wiping his mouth. "What did I do?"
"This call could change the course of history. Keep it down."
Bianca cast Ezio a sideways look and pulled Ciro back down. The young man shrugged at Ezio, as if to say - "What can I do?" He bent his head again, holding Bianca's hips as he kissed and tongued her. He seemed to be more careful this time, coaxing her to soft moans and sighs instead of screams.
Probably went straight for the clit, that first time, Ezio thought. Fool.
Ezio was so hard it hurt.
He lifted the phone again, prepared for another telling-off.
"What the hell is going on there, Auditore?"
"Nothing. You caught me... in the middle of something."
Bianca's sighs became gasps; gasps became sobs of pleasure, then cries. That girl needed gagging. Ezio found a scarf Caterina had left in his apartments a week ago, some delicate gauzy thing. He could simply pretend he hadn't seen it; it was unlikely to survive the morning. He balled up the strip of fabric and threw it at the back of Ciro's head.
Ciro feigned incomprehension, the scarf trailing through his fingers. "What am I to do with this, Ezio?"
Ezio mimed zipping his lips, and pointed at Bianca. "There must be another way to get an access card," he said to Machiavelli.
"If you are prepared to kill someone, there is always a way to get an access card." Ezio could almost see Machiavelli shrug as he spoke.
"No innocents," Ezio said.
"Not around here, anyway," said Ciro thoughtfully, while using the scarf to tie Bianca's wrists to a bedpost.