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CHAPTER FIVE: ENZO
I grew up hearing tales of the gangs and mobs in this city. But this isn't what I expected.
The mansion that we're standing in is nice, and there aren't a bunch of men running around with guns and drugs. I don't doubt that they're probably somewhere around here, but frankly what I see is just a rich man's mansion. And after sleeping on the streets for a year... it's nice.
It's exhilarating.
I hide my emotions as I follow Maximo down the hall. He's tall and there's something a little unnerving about it, but also... thrilling. I've always been attracted to men bigger than me and while Maximo isn't nearly as bulky as I am, even after losing muscle mass this last year, he's a lot taller.
And the confidence in which he moves is highly attractive.
Stop it, Enzo.
Extremely masculine men aren't known for being accepting of gay, or even bisexual, men and the last thing I want to do is lose a sweet deal by getting caught making eyes at a mobster. And it's not as if I'm not familiar with hiding my sexuality after being in the military for years.
Maximo turns as if feeling my eyes on him. He runs his gaze over my face and his lips twitch slightly before he turns back around and continues leading me down the hall. There's just something about him that I can't quite put my finger on, and I can't decide whether or not I like it.
"Here's your room," he says. He stops outside an all white door and turns the gold knob. He steps inside the room and I follow him in.
Holy shit.
The room is huge, definitely too big for a bedroom, and the king size bed is covered in a black comforter that looks soft. There's asingle window and glancing out, I can see it points out into the courtyard. There are two other doors in the room and a couple of dressers, one with a TV sitting on top of it.
"Make yourself at home," Maximo says, moving over to one of the doors. He pushes it open and flicks on one of the lights. "This is the bathroom. You can hop in the shower and I'll bring you a pair of clothes to change into." Again, his gaze moves over me and there seems to be something mischievous yet dangerous about it. "I'm sure I can find something that will fit you," he says.
"Thank you," I say, keeping my back straight under his intense gaze.
He hovers for a moment before bowing his head slightly and moving out of the room. I let out a deep breath as the door closes behind him. I move over to the bathroom, stepping inside and taking in the marble walls. The shower is easy enough to work and I let the hot water run for a few seconds before stripping down and stepping in.
My muscles relax as the warm water cascades over my body. A stirring starts in my groin and my cock grows hard. I grab the soap, rubbing it in my hands before gliding it over my shaft. It's been a long time since I've gotten off, or even hard for that matter, living in the cold isn’t exactly arousing.
I bite down on my bottom lip, debating but after a while I inhale a sharp breath and allow my hand to continue gliding up and down my cock. My eyes fall close and my head tilts back as I allow myself to relax into the pressure, letting it overtake me.
The bundle of nerves continue to build and I can feel myself just about to reach climax when a noise brings me out of my thoughts. My eyes slam open and I instinctively reach out for the bottle of soap to use as a weapon. Blinking water out of my eyes, I glance outside the glass door, my eyes meeting Maximo’s.
He’s leaning against the counter, a pile of clothes sitting behind him.
My heart continues to skyrocket, but realizing I’m not in danger, my cock starts to swell again and I blink, my gaze still riveted to Maximo.
I can’t quite read the look on his face, but his posture is unmistakably relaxed and when his gaze drops to my cock, it doesn't change.
He definitely doesn't look like he's going to beat the shit out of me.
Why would he? He's the one who walked in on you masturbating. And he doesn't know that your fantasy doesn't only include women but men, men who look a lot like him.
He finally moves away from the counter and strides up to the shower door, sliding it open and releasing the steam. He lingers in the doorway, continuing to watch me. Once again, his gaze drops to my cock and it lingers for far longer than it should. His eyes finally move back up to mine and a grin twists his lips.
"Next time, don't stop on my account," he says before turning on his heels and leaving the shower door open.
He walks out of the door and back into the bedroom, leaving me staring after him like an idiot.
CHAPTER SIX: ENZO
The banging on my bedroom door has me rousing out of the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time.
I sit up, my head feeling stuffy and my body tight as I try to remember where I am. It’s the bathroom door that reminds me where I am of all things, Maximo watching me in the bathroom popping into my head.
And as if summoned, the door flies open and Maximo himself walks in. His dark hair is pulled back into a bun today, and it seems to emphasize his angular cheekbones. His eyes roam over me before he smiles and steps further into the room.
