Chapter 7
Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home. - unknown
Luciano
I find them out of the shower, drying off. Santino seems relaxed, but Rorik looks as if he’s ready to burst. He sits on the floor, back propped against the shower with his legs spread as his cock juts forward, swollen, red, and angry. There are trails where tears have streaked down his cheeks, and he’s never appeared sexier. Knowing mio fratello just fucked him has me ready to pounce. Santino gives me a chin lift, wraps the towel around his waist, and leaves us alone.
My tie goes first, then my fingers fly over my buttons, peeling my shirt free. When I pull my belt off, I give the leather a quick snap, drawing Rorik’s tormented gaze to me. The desire swirls in his irises, matching mine. Tossing the belt to the side, I step out of my shoes and then drop my trousers. I’m left in my Armani briefs as I approach him. He’s gorgeous—tanned skin with wavy golden locks that are already drying from the shower. Although, knowing mio fratello, he probably never gave him a chance to bathe, just fucked him like an animal. We’ve shared too many for me not to be well-versed in his style. He’s a selfish lover, and so many blindly allow it. They feed off of his brief spurt of attention, never demanding more from him.
With a flick of my hand, I gesture for him to stand, holding my palm to him. He places his fingers in mine, allowing me to help him stand. My thumbs find his cheeks, smearing the remaining tears away. “Bell’uomo, are you okay?” I softly ask.
His lip trembles, making me want to bite it. He nods, flicking his gaze down to his cock. Poor thing, knowing Santy, he purposely left him like this, not allowing him to come. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, as if he’s done something to displease me, but it’s the opposite.
I shake my head, wearing a smile. “I never said you were completely mine; I share. It won’t work with us if you are only bound to me. He can have you too.” Rorik’s teeth sink into his lower lip, but I release it with my thumb. The only teeth biting into that plump natural beauty of his will be mine. “Did he let you come, baby?”
“No, but he came inside me.”
I lean in, whispering against his mouth, “Mm, so you’re dripping with Vendetti cum already.” My cock is thick, ready for me to take my turn, but if he’s going to be mine for the rest of our lives, then I’m going to take my time. Pleasure him and let him see it won’t always be about me. “Let me help you, mio bell’uomo,” I murmur and gently press him against the shower wall, trailing my lips across his jaw. I nip and suck love bites across his throat, leaving behind a massive hickey where his neck meets his chest. No one will see it but me and Santino, and it’s all that matters to me. If for some reason another does, they will know he’s owned .
By a Vendetti, no less .
I hope he realizes what it means to belong to this famiglia. My lips continue their path south, drawing his tiny, pebbled nipple into my mouth; I suck greedily before my tongue carves a path lower. His body is insane, not overly muscular or anything, but toned enough I can see each dip, and so help me, I want to taste every inch. Following his happy trail with my tongue, I nip each hip, appreciating the V leading me to what I want to touch the most.
Getting on my knees before him, I stare up, meeting his intense gaze. His breaths come out in pants, his chest moving with each deep inhale and exhale as he waits on pins and needles to see what I’ll do next. I’m in control here, not him. “I want you,” he confesses, and it’s music to my ears. He’s so sweet; I want to eat him up.
“I want to taste your pretty, stiff cock. Are you okay with that, baby?”
“Please,” he whispers the plea, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. He couldn’t be any more perfect for me if I’d wished him into existence.
“Louder,” I command.
“ Please . Please taste me, Luciano,” he begs, and without hesitation, I squeeze the swollen head, precum dripping all over the floor. “Oh fuck,” he gasps with my sudden move.
“Mm, you need to come badly; I can feel it.” My free hand moves to his sac, giving it a tug and making him moan. His head falls back as he gazes heavenward, so I stop. “Eyes on me. I don’t get on my knees for just anyone. You will belong to me, so you will look at me while I bring you pleasure.”
His stare finds mine, cheeks ruddy as his mouth pops open. He pants, watching me with so much desire it’s consuming his every thought. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I’m the only thing he’s thinking of in this moment. The power it gives me is a high all on its own.
“Ready for me, bell’uomo?”
At his nod of confirmation, I lean in and deep-throat him. Relaxing my jaw, I take his cock until it’s in my throat and I can swallow. With each move, he cries out, and I know damn well anyone in the suite will be able to hear him. I love that I’m the one making him lose control and be loud. My senses implode with his taste and scent, making it even more difficult to hold back from fucking him how I want to.
Quick and dirty .
I won’t, though; I don’t want him feeling cheap and used but cherished and satisfied.
His hands fist at his sides, but he can’t hold them there for long as eventually one moves to cup my face. He watches every bob of my head, taking in each powerful suck and release until he appears dizzy enough to fall over. “C-can I touch you?” he chokes out, and I crave nothing more.
Pulling back, I allow the tip of his cock to rest against my lips as I murmur, “Of course.” I leave off always, although I want to say it. He will be mine forever; I want him to touch me whenever he gets the urge. He nearly chokes me as he slides down the outside of the shower again, quickly moving to the side so he can reach my underwear. Eagerly, he dips his hand under the elastic, pushing them down enough to palm my cock. The moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around me, sucking hard enough, I nearly black out.
I wasn’t expecting that .
Not one to be drawn off task, I run two fingers along the sensitive skin of his taint, feeling the cum still dripping from his pert little ass. He certainly doesn’t skip his squats, as his ass is a thing of beauty. I know several who’d wish to have his globes. Lapping at the tip of his cock, he moans and cries out around my length, sending delicious vibrations through me all the way down to my toes. My fingertips rim his hole, using Santino’s cum as lubrication before dipping them inside. His cock jerks, then throbs as I slowly pull my fingers out and then gently press them back inside, deeper.
Panting around my cock, he releases me to stare at me in fear. Tears leak from his eyes as he pleads, “Please, Luciano, please can I come? It hurts.”
“Your cock hurts, baby? You need to come that badly?”
He nods, breathing deeply as he attempts to hold off until I give him permission. He’s afraid I won’t allow it, but he’s wrong. I want him to have so much pleasure it never crosses his mind to look at another. I’d kill them regardless, as in this marriage I will not tolerate him going outside the famiglia.
“You may come, but only in my mouth. Don’t spill a drop.”
“I promise.” He sighs in relief, and the next time my head lowers over him, warm spurts of cum coat my tongue. The moment his essence hits my taste buds, I explode, coming all over his face. The orgasm is swift and intense, my body clenching as I ride through each powerful wave of pleasure.
It was perfect; he was perfect.
Standing, I garner my wits while staring at him down by my feet. “You’re so fucking pretty wearing my cum.” Running my fingers still covered in Santino’s cum through my own, I press them into his mouth. “Taste us,” I demand, and he obediently opens more, allowing me to stuff as much cum as possible inside. “Savor it and swallow.” I watch as he holds it on his tongue a few minutes before swallowing at my nod. Holding my palm out to him again, I help him to his feet and meet his clear gray eyes. “You’re going to be a Vendetti soon, and just so we’re clear, the only person I share with is Santino. If I find out you’ve touched another, I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?”
His expression is full of shock as he nods. “Crystal clear. But just so you’re aware, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve fantasized about you since I found out you’re bi. Having you as my husband is literally a dream come true for me.”
“Mm? And how long have you fantasized, exactly?”
“Five years.”
Now it’s my turn to be stunned. I wasn’t expecting him to say years, let alone five. “Cazzo, baby,” I whisper, pulling him to me, wrapping my arms around him. He reciprocates immediately, ghosting soft kisses over my neck as he burrows into me for affection. How did I get this lucky? I don’t know how mio fratello does it, but somehow Matteo knows how to match each of us whether we want it or not. I was dreading marriage, but to this creature, well, it doesn’t make me feel like I’m dying inside.
“Let’s go to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
He nods, quickly using the sink to clean his face. Grabbing a couple extra robes, I wait until he’s finished washing, then help get him into the robe, tying it tightly around his waist. I put mine on next, grab my clothes off the floor, and twine our fingers together. “I can’t believe they came at us like they did.”
Leading him to my suite, I nod. “It’ll be okay; we took care of them, and in a few days, they’ll learn this sort of thing won’t shake us from uniting our famiglias.”
“What do you mean?” he asks as I open my door and release the hold on his hand.
Closing it behind us, I share, “Matteo has decided to move the weddings up.” He follows me into the bedroom, watching as I toss my clothes into the hamper right inside my closet. “I’m going to take Mischa to a few places tomorrow to help her find a dress. My tailor will be stopping by tomorrow to fit you with what you’d like. It’ll be a little difficult to get certain options flown in overnight, but she’ll do her best to accommodate whatever you have in mind. Any custom requests need to be expressed to her immediately.”
“Wait, Luciano, when are we getting married?”
“In three days.”
His jaw drops. “And Papa knows this?”
“I left them right before I came to find you. Everyone but Santino was in that meeting. Your father has agreed and believes it’s a good idea.” I leave my robe hanging in the bathroom after I brush my teeth, then climb into bed, naked.
He does the same, using the extra toothbrush I set out for him. I hold the covers up, and he climbs in beside me. Turning on his side, he slides his hands under the pillow as he stares at me. “We will elope? How will we have time to plan anything? I thought we were having a real wedding.”
His crestfallen expression makes me want to fix everything that bothers him so I can see his excitement from dinner. He was happy earlier when he found out we’d be together, and even if it is an arranged marriage, I want to do everything I can to make sure this union is fulfilling between us. I saw how the others fought their relationships, the types of problems they faced, and I’ve learned from them. Rorik isn’t the conventional choice for mio famiglia, but Matteo has offered Santino and me a true gift. A duo we can share and fulfill our needs with while remaining focused within the Empire. It’s more than I ever could’ve hoped for, and after being nervous before, I’ve decided this is the best-case scenario.
Grabbing his wrist, I tug him until he scoots closer. He wraps his arm over me, staying on his belly as his cheek rests against my chest. I hold him, resting my hand on his lower back while the other lightly strokes across his shoulder blades. “The tailor will spend the next forty-eight hours sewing until she makes you the perfect custom suit so you’re happy on our wedding day, or else I’ll cut her fingers off,” I promise.
“This is why you said you’d be busy; you’re de-fingering harmless women,” he murmurs sleepily, making me huff out a laugh.
“The boutique will close when I announce my presence so your sister can shop safely, and the owner will adjust whatever needs changed immediately as I pay her too much money for her to not keep me pleased. Our chef is used to baking custom cakes and treats for our parties, so I imagine she’ll start in the morning. Violet has helped plan several weddings, so she’ll be speaking to you and Mischa first thing in the morning, most likely, to organize everything she can with our trusted associates.”
“Will we have guests? Mischa wants the fairytale wedding, especially after she saw the red wedding dress Dante’s wife wore in their wedding pictures.”
My brow hikes. I’m a little surprised they’ve paid close enough attention to what previous wives have worn. “I don’t know what Matteo’s plans are on guests. The famiglia will be there, mio fratello will fly in the night before from Chicago so everyone is present. If there is anyone specific you want in attendance, you should let Violet know so she can speak to mio fratello.”
I lay there awhile, stroking him, running my fingers through his feather-soft hair while thinking about everything I have to do the next few days. It’s a lot, and anyone else would be overwhelmed, but I’m kind of glad it’s all happening so fast. It’ll keep me distracted to the point I won’t lose it over my impending nuptials. He eventually whispers my name, “Luciano?”
“Mm,” I hum while keeping my eyes closed.
He yawns and peppers a kiss on my chest. “I’m so thankful it’s you. I promise I will try to make you happy.”
Gripping him tighter, I lean down enough to breathe in his shampoo before I kiss his forehead. “Sleep, mio bell’uomo. You have a busy day tomorrow, planning our wedding.”
I drift off to a sharp feeling in my chest from his words, and it’s definitely not panic.