That damn woman, Bob thought, letting out a frustrated sigh. She’s the one who got me into this. Nothing would have happened if I hadn’t listened to her honey-coated words. I shouldn’t have filed for that spoiled brat’s custody. He belongs in that den of depravity with his wretched father and the others who commit the mortal sin of sodomy. His anger boiled inside him.
I’m not going to leave things like that, Bob said to himself, leaving the room and climbing the stairs. First thing in the morning, I’m going to call this lady and tell her what I think of her damn machinations. Then I’m going to sue that newspaper,magazine, or whatever it is and demand millions in damages. Whoever these people are, they’ll learn the hard way they can’t mess with Bob Dixon.
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“Sending Poisoned Ivy there to take care of that human piece of trash who thinks belonging to that cult puts him above those who don’t was a genius move.” Ives grinned, gesturing to the Maine Coon cat in his husband’s lap, slowly blinking in approval of the man’s words. “Look, even Sansone thinks the same.” He shook his head. “The scene must have been... precious, for lack of a better word.”
“Oh, yes, I agree,” Ottavio said with an amused smile. “The other day, Galen told me he wished he could turn into a fly so he could see and hear what people are saying and doing behind his back. Well, like father, like son, because I wish that, too.”
Ives didn’t reply immediately. He gazed into his husband’s dark-brown eyes for a full minute, eyes that always filled with joy and light whenever he, his inseparable friends, or one of the children were nearby. “I love you so much, Ottavio Sforza. I love every little part of you, even the scars you’re so ashamed of, the ones you got when those monsters sent to kill you in prison set you on fire and beat you unconscious.”
“I love you, too, Ives O’Sullivan, with everything I am and have,” the answer came in a raspy voice. “Tonight, I want you to top me.”
Without a word, the other man extended his hand. When his husband took it, he guided him upstairs to their bedroom. Once inside, Ives closed the door behind them. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he unbuttoned Ottavio's shirt one by one, then peeled it off, making Ottavio flinch and cross his arms over his torso to cover himself. Ives locked eyes with Ottavio,smiled reassuringly, and gently touched one of the burn marks, caressing it with feather-light touches.
The silent question in his jade-green eyes was answered with a blink and a nod. He shed his shirt, pants, and underwear, then helped Ottavio out of the rest of his clothes and gently pushed him onto the bed. Lying on top of the other man, Ives went for his mouth, their flavors mingling in a single, needy gasp.
They began grinding their hips together, feeling the heat and resistance build with each naked hump. The younger man sucked on Ottavio’s tongue for a moment, then whispered heatedly in his ear that he could give him what he needed. After a few seconds’ glance at Ives’s arms and upper body, the man on the bed silently nodded, his scarred chest rising and falling quickly as the rush from his toes to his head took over.
It was the signal Ives had been waiting for. He brought two fingers to Ottavio’s lips, and the man eagerly took them into his mouth, sucking on them like candy sticks while begging to be fucked in a low, desperate voice. Ives shivered with pleasure at those words and ran his tongue along Ottavio’s lips, then down to his neck, kissing his Adam’s apple and collar.
His body tingled all over as Ives’s lips met his perky nipple. Shortly after, Ottavio’s husband turned around, straddling him and sitting on his bare chest, back turned to him. Unable to see, Ottavio bit his lip as Ives pushed his knees apart, stroking his cock with skilled hands before bringing his mouth down around it.
Ives let his tongue play at the tip, running it down the slit, which made Ottavio let out deep moans of pleasure. His lover took him in whole, his hand working the shaft as his mouth pumped along with it. He could feel Ottavio’s hands squeezing his ass, the other man twisting underneath him, trying so hard not to make a noise, even though they were the only people in the house.
Licking down to Ottavio’s sack, Ives’s taste buds searched for more delicacies, and he smiled as he took the other man’s balls into his mouth and sucked on them, moaning in delight. After staving off the appetite for the other man’s cock, Ives turned around and brought himself to his knees. He hooked his arms around Ottavio’s waist, dragging him up from the mattress until his ass was within reach.
The Sicilian mafioso was a moaning mess, held nearly upside down, his back pressed to Ives and his shoulders on the bed. The other man kissed Ottavio’s center, running his tongue around the entry. In that position, Ottavio didn’t know what to grab onto, and his cock burned with arousal. His eyes shot open when he felt Ives’s tongue press into him.
Ives let his mouth massage Ottavio’s entry, fucking him with his tongue. He reached around, holding Ottavio up with a single, strong arm, and pumped his cock in reward. The head of the Sforza family jolted against Ives, his legs shaking as drops of precum fell onto his shoulders. Ottavio curled his toes and arched his back, cursing softly under his breath.
Ives let his head fall back for air, then praised the other man for how good he tasted, taking another lick at the farm owner’s entry before allowing Ottavio to slide down from him. Suffering from the throbbing of his own cock, Ives leaned over his lover and finally drove into him, the squeeze around his member intoxicating.
He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, watching Ottavio struggle to hold on to his sanity. Hands above his head, the other man clenched and unclenched his fists, moaning quietly each time Ives slammed into him. Ottavio slid his hands up to his wrists, giving him something to hold on to.
Ottavio’s released, spewing a stream of seed onto the grisly scar on his belly. His muscles tightened as orgasm took hold, and Ives finished inside him. Ottavio’s thighs shuddered as thecum filled him. With one last stroke, Ives pulled himself from Ottavio’s body, his mouth watering at the sight of the cum before him.
As Ottavio emerged from a state of pure bliss, Ives eagerly licked up every drop from his stomach, ensuring none of the man’s precious seed went to waste. Then he lay down beside the other man, pulling him into a tight embrace. After a few minutes, Ives kissed Ottavio’s neck, whispering sweet words into his ear.
His husband’s sing-song voice tugged at the chords of the Sicilian mafioso’s soul, filling it with light and joy. This is what paradise looks like, he thought, as he fell asleep, his beloved safely cocooned in his arms.
CHAPTER 16
Galen really hated the word 'surprise' and all its derivatives; in his short life, it was more often associated with bad things. So when his father told him Saturday morning, after breakfast, that they were going on a short trip to a surprise destination, his stomach tightened into a small knot.
Ottavio had been riding for quite some time, leaving the busy city traffic behind, but he still ignored Galen’s increasingly obvious questions about their destination and plans. The man’s only response was a mysterious smile each time his eyes met his son’s in the rearview mirror.
At some point, the scenery changed, and the empty vastness gave way to houses, their sides lined with trees, bushes, and flower beds. It must be a small town, but a newly established one, or something like that, Galen thought, because there’s no sign with its name and population.
The kid buzzed with a mix of impatience and excitement as he wondered when his father would pull over, and he felt a bit disappointed when the man kept driving, leaving the small town, village, or whatever it was behind. The boy grew worried when a wall-like thing appeared on the horizon.
The sight of the structure made unease coil in the pit of Galen’s stomach, a thousand thoughts roiling through his mind like a hive of mad bees. The teen wondered what kind of beasts were behind the construction, which looked very tall and solid, and all the answers he could think of were equally unsettling.
A prison. A facility for the mentally ill. An orphanage. The last image sent shivers down Galen’s spine, and he made a great effort to push the bad thoughts away. Come on, the kid told himself. This is your papa, the man who would never abandonyou and would do everything to keep you safe or rescue you if bad people ever took you away from him.
Lost in his own thoughts, Galen only realized the car had stopped when two men, as solid as a wall, approached. After exchanging a few words with his father, they opened the large, heavy metal gates. The engine purred back to life, and the car rolled through the gates, which closed behind it at a signal from the two men.
Ottavio pulled the car over in the parking lot about a hundred yards from the gates. “We’ll walk from here, but it’s only a short distance to the building beyond that tall tree,” the man said, pointing ahead. “On our way over there, you can ask me anything, and I promise to give complete, honest answers.”
