Page 44 of Savage Ambition

When he took a leather wingback chair in the corner, Renato flashed him a cocky grin. “You’re going to watch up close and personal this time?”

“I’m sure you understand this is the best way to assess the last portion of your interview.”

Salvatore expected his presence to disrupt my performance, giving him an excuse to punish me by withholding my visits with Raphael.

The cruel bastard never tired of his games, especially ones where I lost no matter what I did. If I performed too well, Salvatore would suspect my feelings. If I resisted too much, he’d deny me Renato and my brother. I needed to walk the razor’s edge between desire and detachment.

“I never mind an audience.” Renato shifted his attention to me. The vacant expression on my face caused him to frown. It did weird things to my heart, which wasn’t used to people caring about me. I trembled as he caressed my cheek. “Or the chance to be with someone as sexy as you.”

My thoughts fractured like glass until Renato’s lips brushed against mine. It pulled my focus back to the gorgeous man kissing me with an intensity that burned away everything else. His scent wrapped around me, the sandalwood, spice, and something uniquely him that made my body respond on instinct. I forced myself to concentrate on my job, despite the nausea churning in my stomach, knowing Salvatore was watching every move.

Already hard and ready to go, Renato didn’t hide his surprise that I wasn’t. He slipped his hand under my robe to stroke my flaccid cock. “Did I wear you out earlier?”

“It’s been a long night.” That was only half of it. The biggest issue was I couldn’t stop noticing Salvatore shifting in the chair as he watched us with his beady eyes.

Renato continued working my dick, encouraging it back to hardness. “What do I have to do to make you pound me into that mattress?”

If I didn’t get my head in the game, I’d be in serious trouble. Curiosity about my reaction to him in the Viewing Room drove me forward. I laced my fingers through his hair and tipped his head back, exposing the column of his throat. I trailed my tongue along his neck, stealing another sinful taste of him.

What was it about that unique scent that filled me with an insatiable need to fuck him against the nearest flat surface? Despite my distraction, kissing my way up his throat while breathing him in finally revived my flagging arousal. I was desperate to lose myself in Renato and forget Salvatore was watching us. “Are you prepared for me?”

“Slicked and ready.”

“Get on the bed.” I pulled a condom from my robe pocket. Dropping the silk to the floor, I bared myself. I did my best to ignore Salvatore’s eyes roaming over me, his breathing already growing heavier.

Renato performed another seductive striptease, removing each piece of clothing to reveal his body inch by tantalizing inch. I stroked myself to the show, my cock hardening as he continued. Once naked, he got on the bed, lying on his back and spreading his legs wide. When he beckoned me closer, I moved without conscious thought.

Pinning him beneath me, I tossed the condom aside on the sheets for later. When he guided me down for another kiss, I surrendered completely. The contact of our bare cocks flooded my system with arousal. As long as I focused on the taste and feel of Renato, I could survive the experience.

Having missed the chance before, I explored the defined muscles of his impressive physique. The man had a body sculpted from marble, again making me question why someone so perfect would waste his time in a brothel. But everyone who worked at Gennaro Corporation had their reasons. It wasn’t my place to judge.

The longer I worshipped him, the harder I grew. The taste of him was downright addictive, his breathy moans a symphony that made me want to skip the foreplay. I couldn’t shake the suspicion there was a trap hidden within the pleasure, but I was determined to take what I could while it lasted.

Before I could continue, Salvatore interrupted. “Show him how sinfully divine that mouth of yours is.”

Knowing better than to disobey an order I actually wanted to follow, I shifted down the enormous bed to get comfortable. Wanting to build Renato’s pleasure slowly, I started by taking one of his balls into my mouth, applying gentle suction before teasing it with my tongue. He scrambled for purchase on the sheets as I switched to the other. My ego swelled when he gripped the base of his cock to prevent himself from coming too soon.

Satisfied I had him at my mercy, my competitive nature took full control. I pushed his hand away, replacing it with my own as I teased his stiff length. Precum dripped from the head, which I spread with my thumb. His hips jerked at the action, sending a rush of power through me. “Somebody’s eager.”

“Damn right I am.” He moaned as he thrust into my fist.

I took his impressive cock into my mouth, teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the head with my tongue. When I flicked it across the slit to taste the salt-sweet precum that had gathered there, Renato’s thighs tensed under my palms.

Circling my tongue around the crown, I let him see the hunger in my eyes. “Tell me how it feels,” I commanded before taking him back in deeper.

“Like you were born to suck my cock.”

I hummed my approval. Salvatore’s presence faded to background noise as I lost myself in Renato’s responses. Each bob of my head drew louder sounds from his throat. I varied my technique, fast and demanding one moment, torturously slow the next, then focusing on the tip with hard suction that had him cursing in Italian.

“Look at you taking me so deep. So fucking perfect,” Renato groaned, sliding his fingers through my hair in a gentle caress.

I fed on his reactions, moaning around his length while working the base with my hand in a twisting motion that matched the rhythm of my mouth. He responded by thrusting harder, testing my limits. But nothing triggered my gag reflex, not even his thick cock sliding into my throat. Years of training had eliminated that response, one of the few useful skills Salvatore’s cruel lessons had given me.

“Fuck, and I thought I was good.” Renato’s awe filled me with satisfaction. He warned, his voice strained, “You’re going to make me come too soon.”

I ignored his protest, doubling my efforts. I needed to prove I was even better than him. As he tensed, I slid my fingers into him. He cried out at the sudden intrusion, his back arching off the bed, but I was relentless.

When I curled my fingers inside him while swallowing him to the root, he came with a shout. I didn’t miss a drop, working him through the aftershocks until he trembled with oversensitivity.