Page 25 of His Mafia Master

"Plaything?" Joey snapped, incensed by the insult. He could feel Marco's body heat radiating against his own, and it only added fuel to the fire burning inside him. "I am notanyone'splaything!"

"Quiet, kid. You're coming with me," Marco ordered, still gripping Joey's arm as he dragged him through the throng of dancers and patrons, making a beeline for one of the private booths that lined the back wall of the club.

Once they were safely ensconced behind the door, Joey turned on Marco. "You have no right to control me like that," Joey seethed. "You want me to make money, right? That's the whole reason I'm here, isn't it?"

"There are other ways to get your money," Marco growled. The look in his eyes was heady, exhilarating. Whatever was between them was electric, filling Joey with excitement.

"What, getting sweaty dollar bills from drunks one at a time? I want out, Marco." Joey laughed despite himself, overcome with how ridiculous this whole scenario was. His body still hummed from the anticipation of a pleasure that was now no longer coming. Emboldened, he snapped out, "And if I want to suck a dick, I will."

Marco cocked an eyebrow. "You're that desperate?"

"Yes!" Joey bit out. It all came out of him like an undammed river. "You might be over the hill, but I'm twenty two! You throw me into a place that's all about sex, and expect me to not want someone?" His voice wavered. "All my life, I've tried to be the responsible one. I've never explored this kind of thing—not really."

Marco looked incredulous—but it wasn't at Joey's confession. "Over the hill?" he asked, stunned. "Kid, I'm thirty five."

Joey tried not to laugh. "Yeah, that's what I said. Ancient."

"You're playing with fire," Marco growled. "Over the hill. Christ."

A strong silence settled between them, the eye of the storm. Marco's gaze locked onto Joey's eyes with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Let me help you."

"Help me?" Joey scoffed, his body tense with a mixture of anger and desire. It felt like his heart was beating hard enough for the whole club to hear. "What, are you going to pay off the debt for me?"

"No," Marco replied firmly, his eyes never leaving Joey's. "I told you, I don't pay for it. But if you're all pent up, I'll give you what you need."

A wave of heat rose to Joey's face as he realized the full implications of Marco's words. "Are you... are you serious?" he stammered.

"Deadly," Marco confirmed, his voice low and seductive. He stepped closer, nearly touching. "I'm offering to take your mind off of it, Joey. No strings attached. What do you say?"

Joey could feel the warmth radiating from Marco's body, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint tang of sweat and arousal in the air. There was a low, throbbing ache in him, unresolved from the moment that his first customer had leered at him and saidspeaking of head…

The tension between them, the promise that Marco was offering… it was intoxicating, overwhelming—and utterly irresistible.

"Okay," Joey finally agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. He gave in to the temptation that had been gnawing at him ever since he'd first laid eyes on Marco.

"'Okay', what?"

Joey wasn't going to give Marco the satisfaction of hearing him say it. Instead, he sank to his knees. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked up at the tall, powerful figure looming above him.

"Good," Marco murmured, his eyes darkening with lust as he stared down at Joey. He cupped Joey's chin and brushed his thumb across Joey's lower lip, leaving Joey's nerves firing in its wake.

A dominant smile played on his lips. "Show me what you got, kid."

Chapter thirteen

Joey

Eversincepubertyhadclaimed its hold on Joey, he'd dreamed about getting on his knees for someone.

Marco unzipped his pants and freed his impressive erection. It stood tall and proud, an intimidating sight for the inexperienced young man kneeling before him.

In response, Joey's cock throbbed in his jeans, desperate for touch. He didn't dare. If he did, he'd come then and there.

"Shit," Joey muttered under his breath, feeling a mixture of awe and anxiety as he stared at the thick, veiny cock in front of him.

"I know, it's impressive."

Joey scowled. "Pleaseshut up."

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