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“You just fucked up with PacSyn, killed one of their guys, stole a brick, stole mybike,” Leo says, “and now you think I want to put my dick in you?”
“Don’t you?”
He stares at me for a few seconds. “Give me my fucking keys,” he says, and I throw them over. He stalks closer, gesturing me off his bike, and I stand up, watching him closely. Breathing him in. Leather, bourbon, sweat. Strength and danger. There’s the faint scent of synthetic blueberry on top of it, fading away. And under it all, I swear I get a hint of his cum, although that might just be wishful thinking. Still, it’s a heady mix.
And Leo Bernardi is everything I like in a man.
He snatches the heroin out of my hand (reasonable quality, my nose tells me, which means it just came in and PacSyn hadn’t cut it yet), and locks it in the case at the back of his bike.
“You know,” I say, “anyone could steal your bike—and the heroin in there.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “No one would be that stupid,” he replies.
“Except me?”
“Except you.” He gives me a shove away from the Harley. “Well?” he says.
“Well, what?”
“You want to fuck or not?”
I do like a straightforward approach. I take a step closer to him, closing the gap between us. “So Romeoisavailable tonight?” I ask, reaching out to run my fingers along the leather of his jacket. His eyes flicker with desire, and the heat builds between us.
He slaps my hand away and shoves me again, turning me around roughly by the shoulders to face the door that leads into The Cellar. “Get the fuck in there before I change my mind.”
* * *
At first, Mistress Raven won’t let us into Romeo’s Room, saying it’s been booked for later in the night.
“Then unbook it,” Leo snarls.
She gives him a deadpan stare. “I think you forgot your manners tonight,Romeo.”
“Please,” I say, and give her my most charming smile. “I’ll pay triple, for the inconvenience.”
My charm is lost on Mistress Raven, who looks us both head to toe. “I don’t want any trouble,” she says at last. “And trouble is all I see when I look at the two of you together.”
She’s a perspicacious woman. “No trouble,” I promise. “Just blowing off steam.”
I bump the price up to four times the usual, and she finally, grudgingly, gives Leo the key. Once we’re inside, Leo pulls off his leather jacket, then starts to pull my clothes off me.
“I don’t think so,” I say, grabbing his hands. “Go and get changed into your usual Romeo look,” I continue. “I told you. I’m here for Romeo, not you.”
He scowls. “You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?” he mutters, as he turns on his heel to leave the room.
I just smile. He’s right, of course—I do think I’m clever. But more importantly, Iwanthim to be angry with me. While he’s gone, I strip down to nothing but the golden cock cage I’ve worn all night.
When Leo returns, he’s wearing his Romeo look—even the mask. But he smells the same, and that is almost a reassurance to me. I saunter over to him, my cock cage glinting in the dim light of the room. Leo’s eyes widen when he sees it, when he understands that I’ve been wearing it tonight.
For him.
I appreciate a man who appreciates my jewelry. I also appreciate a man who wants me as badly as Leo does. I circle around him, keeping my distance. He might technically be the Dominant in this situation, but I think we both know who’s in charge.
“Do you have any requests?” he growls, his hands clenching and unclenching as I watch.
That little speech act thrills me. It’s always Romeo’s opening gambit, and how lovely to know that it’s been coming out of Leo Bernardi’s mouth all this time. “I do, as it happens. You left me unsatisfied the other night. I was promised a fisting. I received nothing of the sort.”
“I would be fucking delighted to punch you in the asshole, Castellani,” he snaps. “Believe me.”
