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We kiss again, and I grab the back of his head, pull him hard against my mouth. He tastes like sin, like everything forbidden, and I had no idea that there were things in this world still forbidden to me. I’m a fucking Mafia Enforcer who moonlights as a gay Dom, for Christ’s sake. My bar for forbidden shit is pretty high.
But herethisasshole is, expanding my horizons.
I press my body against his, pushing my thigh between his and letting him squirm around on it, letting him know how much he turns me on. He moans into my mouth when I let go of his head and reach down to grab his ass, hiking him further up onto my thigh.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You know, Leo, you’re not at all what I expected.” He grinds against me insistently. “I thought you would be...harder.”
I let out a laugh of disbelief. My dick could cut diamond right now. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I drag him over it again, let him feel exactly how hard I am for him.
He laughs too, a breathless warble. “You’re hard where it counts. But you have a soft spot for me, I think.”
He’s not wrong. That’s what makes all this so damn dangerous—and so damn exciting. Hell, if I’m going to die at Julian Castellani’s hands, I’d at least like to die mid-orgasm.
“Actually,” I say, squeezing one of his cheeks, “I’ve been thinking about this ass since the first day I met you.”
“Since the first day I came here?”
“No. Since the first day I met you. You remember.”
He shudders, and that’s all the response I need. We met years ago at a formal gathering of Families, held out at Redwood Manor. My father went, along with all his sons, even though there was bad blood between our Families. Julian was there, a tempting just-turned-eighteen, and I was a horny twenty-four year old, so deep in the closet I needed binoculars to see out. That didn’t stop me from watching Julian all night. From sneaking glances at him when no one was paying attention.
But Julian had noticed.
I knew he liked me. I could tell. The way he kept looking over at me, smiling whenever he caught me looking at him.
“Why didn’t you follow me?” he asks now, and I know what he means. That night he gave me a very obvious opening, catching my eye, tilting his head in a silent question, slipping out of the grand salon where we were all gathered. My father was busy talking with the other Bosses, and neither of my brothers were watching me. They were too busy hitting on Hollywood wannabes.
I should have followed Julian. I wanted to. But I didn’t trust him. Even at eighteen, Julian Castellani had a rep. And even now, with his hands cuffed to the roof and his easy promises that this is just about the sex, I don’t trust him.
But I want him more than I don’t trust him.
I push him back a little, watch him sway on his tiptoes, and he watches me right back. “Let’s get started.”
But he asks again. “Why didn’t you follow me?”
“Because I wasn’t ready,” I say. “I couldn’t handle it. Is that what you want to hear?” I’m glad to see his cock already hard, twitching as I flick at it. I’m not gentle about it, but he doesn’t protest. “What do you want to hear?” I ask him. “That not going after you that night was the biggest mistake of my life? That I’ve regretted it ever since?”
“I see you’re determined to hurt me, Leo,” he says softly, and I look into his face again, surprised at the tone in his voice.
“You can’t walk into Romeo’s Room and expect tonotget hurt,” I say after a pause. “But I’ll keep it physical.”
The softness is completely gone from his voice when he says, “That’s the Romeo I come for. Let’s get on with it, shall we?”
I let my hands trail over him. He’s got a toned, tanned body, free of any identifying tattoos, a stark contrast to my ink-covered chest. “Do you have any requests?”
“Just make it good,” he says. “Make me feel.”
Tonight might be the first time I really understand what he means by that. I’m beginning to understand the motives that drive this man, motives that observation and even anonymous encounters would never have revealed. I grab his hair in my hand and tip his head back, grazing my teeth across his throat. “Feel this,” I command him, and I twist his nipple viciously.
He cries out, twisting against the cuffs that hold him to the ceiling. I move on to the other one, tugging at it until he whimpers again, arching against me, his cock drizzling against my thigh. “Don’t forget to breathe,” I remind him, releasing his hair. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I know,” he mumbles against the wall. He glances at me through heavy lashes, his expression dazed. “I just need...” He trails off, moving restlessly on my leg again.
“Need what?” I’m used to it by now, accustomed to the way he likes to play at being helpless. Julian Castellani is never helpless. In fact, he’s at his most dangerous right now, tied up and naked. And it only makes me want him more. “Tell me what you need, Castellani, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I need that thick cock in me,” he whispers, his gaze dropping down between us. I look down as well, at the throbbing length of him, the way he jerks and shakes against my leg. “I need you to fuck me.”
I grab a handful of his hair and kiss him. He moans into my mouth as I reach down to grip his ass again. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” I tell him, my lips moving on his. “I’m going to ride you for hours. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you. Tell me you want that.”
