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He stares at me suspiciously, not saying anything for what feels like an eternity. Then he sighs loudly and takes his time picking up the most expensive bottle of tequila Gertie had on the shelves. Admittedly, that’s not saying much, and I can’t blame him when he gives a sneer.
“Where’s the cheap stuff?” he whines. “If you want to get me blasted, dear Romeo, do it properly. I don’t come here for high society and fine wines.”
“No,” I say before I can stop myself. “You get enough of that in your daily life…I’m betting,” I add.
He turns his head to stare at me with a sly smile. “Oh, Romeo, Romeo. Have you been following me?”
Does he know?
Shit.
No. No, I don’t think he knows.
Yet.
I force a laugh. “I don’t need to follow you. The stink of money on you tells me everything I need to know. You want the cheap tequila, be my guest.”
I reach out and tweak one of his nipples on my way past him toward the door, but he grabs my bicep. “Forget it,” he says. “Just keep it in mind for next time. Ilikeslumming it here with you, Romeo. The fact that you’re trash is what makes you so hot.”
I slap his hand off of me. Hard. “You know, you want to watch that mouth of yours, sweetheart. Someone with less of a funny bone than me might not take your bullshit so well.”
He flaps his lashes at me. “All I’m saying is, I have no objections to rolling around in the gutter with you, Romeo.”
I’m about to bite back when I remember this is what hedoes. He likes to get under my skin for some reason, likes to rile me up. Maybe he thinks it’s a challenge, or maybe it’s just to see if he can get me to lose control. Whatever the reason, I decide to let it slide.
I turn my back on him and start arranging my tools.
“Not that again,” he sighs. “Come on, Romeo. Use your imagination. Besides, wouldn’t you rather fuck me than flog me?”
“You know, you’re a lot more fun when you’re not being an asshole.”
I hear him shaking the coke baggie with a satisfied hum. “You love my asshole. Come on, I’ll rub this all over it, and you can rim me. Or vice versa, whatever you prefer.”
I swipe the cocaine out of his hand and hold up a gag in my other. “This is what I prefer.”
He laughs. “You old romantic. Go on, then.”
As infuriating as Julian Castellani is, he really would let me muzzle him. Not that it’s really a muzzle; it’s a gag with a hole in the middle, which makes me want to fuck his face. But that’s not the plan tonight.
No. Tonight, I’m going to get my fist into him, make him beg for more and more of it. And then I’ll take off the mask, show him who I am, and tell him that from now on, he belongs to me.
Not to me. To the Bernardi Family.
And that I have the video to prove it, too. So unless he wants Alessandro Castellani to know what he’s been doing here—and most damning of all, who he’s been doing itwith—Julian will play ball.
He’s never said much about Sandro, but everyone knows they hate each other. The Castellani Don wouldloveto have a solid reason to do away with his problematic little brother. And sleeping with the enemy would give Sandro reason enough.
“I’ve got a better idea,” I tell Julian. And I point to the nylon sex sling in one corner, hanging from the roof. Three thick straps to support the body, plus stirrups for the legs—and strong, buckling cuffs for the wrists.
“Ooh,” he says. “Fun.”
And a few minutes later, he’s mine. Wrists secured, suspended in mid-air, legs spread wide in the stirrups, with his cock, balls and hole in easy reach. Completely exposed. He’s not wearing the cock cage tonight, and I’m glad. Makes him more vulnerable, having all that flesh on display.
I take my time caressing his body as he hangs helplessly, pulling him into hardness, watching to make sure his bonds are secure. But he only squirms around, irritated.
“Fuck me,” he demands. “Don’t tease me.”
I ignore him and take my time setting out my equipment for the night. Gloves. My preferred fisting lube. And a rubber sheet that I spread under the sling. “You know, ever since I met you, you’ve been a huge pain in my ass,” I tell him as I work. “Tonight I figured I’d return the favor. You think you can take this?”
