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My mind still races, making plans on how to get Gino up to speed, but it keeps running right into dreams, where I’m trying to protect Roxy—no, Julian—someone is after him, sliding through shadows, stringing him up in Romeo’s Room—
I come to with a start, to find myself staring into Julian’s pale blue eyes. “You were shouting,” he says softly. “What were you dreaming?”
I’m still half asleep as I reach out and grab him, reassure myself that he’s okay. He looks at my hand on his arm. “Come here,” I say gruffly. I don’t want to think too much about what I’m doing.
Julian has already kicked off his shoes and is climbing into the bed next to me before I realize this is a bad idea. “How are you feeling?” he asks, snuggling up to me.
Not one for cuddles, are you?
Why in the hell would I want cuddles?
The conversation floats back into my mind, and the circumstances, too. The problem with Julian Castellani—apart from all the obvious ones—is that he really fuckingdoesit for me. Arrogant blond psychopathic assassins who like it rough. That’s my type, apparently.
He must have seen the desire in my eyes, because he takes my hand and brings it up to his lips. “I want to make you feel better, Leo,” he murmurs.
The heat rises in my neck as he kisses the back of my hand, watching my face closely. He’s playing with fire, and he knows it. He presses his body closer to mine, so I can feel his hard cock rub against me through our clothes, and I have to bite down hard to keep my mouth shut.
“How do you think that’d work?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. “Unless you got a shot of morphine there, I don’t think there’s much you can do.”
“I could take your mind off it.”
“How?” I ask again. I know exactly what he means, but I want to hear him say it. I want to hear him beg to touch me.
But what he says instead hits hard.
“I’ll kiss it and make it better. Will you let me kiss you, Leo?”
I lean forward and kiss him instead. He opens his mouth to me, and I push my tongue inside and taste him. He’s bitter, but I like it. He’s like dark chocolate, strong coffee, wildfire smoke; his tongue is warm and inviting. I like everything about Julian Castellani, right down to the fact that I can’t trust him not to put a gun in my mouth instead of his dick. There’s something about him that rings all my bells.
It scares me.
He moans into my mouth and presses his body against mine, but as I shift to pull him against me even harder, my head complains. I break off the kiss as the room spins, and for a second I have to breathe deep, fight the nausea.
Julian pushes me back gently against the pillows, and when he says, “Be careful,” it’s with that same tone of worry he had this morning when he told me to quit poking at my bandages.
“Careful?” I give a faint laugh. “Not in my vocabulary, Castellani.”
“Then just lie still and I’ll…” He dives under the covers, and I don’t have the willpower to stop him.
This is not how I thought I was going to spend today—getting a blow job from Julian Castellani while I lie back in a bed that feels like clouds.
He pulls my dick out of my pants, and every thought in my head stops as he runs his tongue around my cockhead. He gives me a slow, lazy sucking until I’m hard as hell and aching against his tongue.
“Fuck,” I moan, tugging his hair. “Get on with it.” All I get is a sharp nip at my thigh, and I snatch my hand away from his hair.
“You need to let me be in charge,” comes the muffled reply from under the blankets, and he licks around my ridge again, this time with more force.
I spread my legs wider and settle in for the ride. He hums his approval and returns to the job at hand, sucking harder now, stroking my balls with those long, deadly fingers. I grab the sheets with both hands, but it’s a struggle to hold myself still. He’s relentless, fingers working my shaft up and down while he sucks hard at the head, wriggling his tongue into my piss slit.
With his other hand, Julian strokes my inner thigh, lower and lower until his fingers brush against my asshole. I’m so close now that I can barely think, and when he presses a firm thumb against my hole and massages, I’m done for. I come, hips bucking as I spurt thick and hard into his mouth. I groan and collapse back against the pillows, my heart pounding in my chest.
Julian emerges from under the covers, grinning. “See? I told you it would be better with me in control.”
“Shut up,” I pant. At least my head feels better now.
He snuggles up next to me again, hand tucked over my thigh, and he nuzzles his nose into my ear. “It will be just as good if you let me control this whole business with your father.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “Julian,” I sigh, finally catching my breath, “if this was supposed to make me come round to your way of thinking...” I grab his hand and kiss it. “You really didn’t need to blow me. I can see you sneaky Castellanis got it all figured out. I’ll play ball. But after that...”
