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“Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He spits in my face, smears it across and into my mouth, and arches his back. His cock swells up inside me, flexing, and for a second I think I might burst open. It feels like forever as he comes, dumping all that deliciousness into the condom instead of into me, calling me names while he does it.
I told him to forget about protection the first time I came here. Predictably, he refused, though he doesn’t mind me sucking him bare. But I still wish he’d do it, really fill me up, make me take that load so I can keep it with me when I leave.
I feel empty when he pulls out. Physically, and everywhere else, too. I hate this part, the part where I have to return to reality, where I have to go home, clean out the cock cage, put it away for another day.
As for Romeo, he lies there on his back, right where he tumbled down, humming in satisfaction. “You’re a good piece of ass,” he murmurs. “And I love the way your dick looks in that thing. So pretty.”
He reaches out to touch me, but I flinch away. “I need to get out of here.”
He yawns. “Suit yourself. Not one for cuddles, are you?”
“Why in the hell would I want cuddles?” I pick up my clothes and pull them on quickly. “Thank you for tonight.”
He rolls over, propping himself up on one elbow, and I can’t help staring at him again one last time. He’s exactly the kind of man I like: tall, broad-shouldered, well-muscled, strong enough to throw me around.
There are many men like him in the Families around Los Angeles, and maybe I’m so attracted to Romeo precisely because he reminds me of them. He reminds me most of…
The Bernardi Lion.
I pause at the door. “When are you back?”
“Next Friday. Like usual. You coming?”
“Maybe.”
He snorts. “Make it a yes, and I’ll block out some time specifically for you, gorgeous. Otherwise this dick might be taken.”
I laugh, and leave the room without replying. But on the way out, I stop to talk with Mistress Raven. “Romeo said to block out some time with him next Friday. Make it from midnight on, would you?”
It’s not smart of me to keep coming back here, not with someone following me, and Romeo’s an egotistical asshole with a fairly limited vocabulary, so far as I’ve heard.
But I still need the release, and he’s very good at what he does.
“Sure thing, honey,” Mistress Raven says. She has a habit of talking to everyone like they’re five years old, but tonight it’s less annoying than usual.
Romeo, for all his faults, really does know how to quiet down my mind.
CHAPTER5
JULIAN
I’m buzzedenough that I decide to prolong my dirty pleasures tonight, and go to order a drink in The Cellar’s bar.
It stinks of stale beer and old urinal cakes, not to mention the thick clouds of smoke emanating from little groups everywhere. Shady characters lurk in the booths, conducting business far beneath the likes of the Castellani Family. PacSyn members come here a lot, and I see more than one of their men here tonight. But The Cellar is also neutral ground. Family arguments are put aside here, and for some reason, everyone plays along.
I order a whiskey on the rocks and settle in at the bar, flirting with the heavily-tattooed Goth bartender every time she refills my drink.
Tonight, however, something feels off in the bar. The atmosphere is tense and the shadows seem to be creeping a little closer than usual. I can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching me, just like the other night at the docks, and when I take a searching look around the room, I think I see who it is.
Vincenzo Esposito.
At least Ithinkit’s Vincenzo. He’s huddled in a dark corner, trying to simultaneously avoid attention and attract it, as well. Yes, I know him now—six-foot-six and bald-headed, he’s hard to miss and hard to mistake for any other man. He was the one who first introduced me to The Cellar, and I’ve since become a regular. And he’s sitting in the very booth where we met.
I’m afraid Vincenzo is rather a dull sop after a man like Romeo, but…Sandro wants him. Wants his contacts, anyway.
So I let a slow, seductive smile pull my lips up and try to remember to blink a few times as I head over to his booth. “Vincenzo. Sweetheart. Howareyou?”
