Chapter 6 Cesare
What the hell had I been thinking? Rafael was a complication that I didn’t need. I was already working my ass off to secure my seat on the throne, but pulling him into my world? Unnecessary. Impulsive.
Weak.
I drank down my second glass of McCallen and glared into the amber glass as I sat behind my study.
The night before still played behind my eyes, and I could imagine him bent over the bathroom sink, my cock between his thighs, his moans in my ears.
Even now, it was noon, and I could hear movement out there.
Rafael was laughing. I typed in the password to my laptop and pulled up the security feed. His things were being delivered from Silver Dreams, and he was joking and laughing with one of the movers. My jaw tightened, but I couldn’t go out there right now.
The powerful Cesare Vitale—afraid to leave his own study because of a boy.
As soon as the words entered my brain, I wanted to rile against them.
There was no way in hell that I was afraid of anyone, let alone a little whore from Grand Myah’s world.
He was a good distraction, a warm body to take my frustrations out on with the added bonus that he couldn’t get pregnant, and I wouldn’t have to add another little shit on to the list of every son that hates their damn father. Or pay child support. Fuck that.
Rafael touched the man’s arm, and I was up before I knew it.
When I stepped out of my office, dressed for relaxation for once in a pair of slacks and a simple dark gray button-up, I headed across to the door.
Rafael turned. Before he could get a word out, my hand wrapped around his upper arm like a vice, and I dragged him toward his bedroom. I shut the door behind us.
“What did I tell you last night?” I asked as I undid my sleeves and started to roll them up.
“Last night?” Rafael asked, blinking in confusion. “You said a lot of things, Cesare.”
I nodded and did the same to the sleeve on the opposite arm. The room fell quiet, only the sound of fabric shifting and heavy breathing in the space. When I looked up, Rafael stared at me.
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t share what’s mine?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said slowly. “That’s why I’m moving in. I haven't taken on anymore—”
I wrapped my hand around his throat and drove him back toward the bed. He cried out softly, his back hitting the expensive sheets as I followed him down, my body on top of his. My free hand worked my slacks open. I stared down at him and guided my cock to his mouth.
“Open.” When he opened a little, my heart raced. “More.”
Rafael parted his pouty lips more, saliva stretching as his tongue stuck out, waiting for me.
I didn’t hesitate, I plunged my cock into his mouth.
My hands gripped his hair, and I brought up with every downward thrust with a rough grunt.
Yeah, I wasn’t scared of shit. Definitely not my fucking property.
“Breathe,” I ordered. “Through your nose. Come on. Show me those skills I’m paying for.”
Rafael’s hands reached up. I thought he was about to push me off, but instead, he gripped my thighs and stared up at me. His eyes watered at the edges, and his mouth stretched obscenely around my length. I rocked forward harder.
“When I said you were mine,” I grunted. “That’s what the fuck I meant.
” The wet slapping sound of him choking and gagging filled the room.
“You keep your mouth on my cock, your holes open for me, and you keep your hands to your fucking self.” I groaned as I drove in even deeper and held him there. “Do you understand me?”
One of Rafael’s eyes was screwed shut and the other overfilled as a tear raced down his cheek.
He whimpered, the sound like heaven to me right along with that tear.
I growled low in my throat, my body on fire at his helplessness.
I nearly pulled out before I slid back down his throat.
Reaching back, I laid my hand on his neck and felt the intrusion.
“I said, do you understand?” I asked as I held him there. Rafael tried to nod and whimper. Good enough for me. “Good. I won’t have this discussion again. Next time, I’ll show you what happens to little cunts that don’t do what they’re told.”
Pulling out, he choked and gagged. I stood up, starting to slip my cock away when he grabbed my wrist. I glanced back, a glare on my face as he stared up at me with salvia dripping off his chin in thick rivulets. He gazed up at me.
“You didn’t get off,” he panted. “Use me, Cesare. Make me pleasure you.”
Fuck. My entire body jolted, heat racing up my spine. That wrecked look on his face, the devious words that slipped from those lips. He should be running the other way but he was begging for more.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him off the bed. Rafael moaned, his shoulders moving and his knees crawling as I got him into position. The black silk robe that was wrapped around him slipped from one shoulder, and I licked my lips.
“Finish it then,” I muttered, dragging his entire face against the length of my cock. “Hurry the fuck up.”
I pushed my cock into his mouth again and held him there.
He sat, his breathing even, his eyes closed, and his throat contracting.
Fuuuuuuuuck! My hips jerked forward to punish him, to make him lose that concentration.
When he gagged, it soothed something in me.
He’d been too still before, too… devotional.
This wasn’t worship. It was a quick lesson, a dirty punishment. Nothing more.
My hips slammed forward and back again as I fucked his face with renewed vigor.
Pleasure knotted in my abdomen, and I let out a long, deep grunt of approval as I held him in place and bucked my hips.
I pumped my cum down his throat, my eyes fixed on him as his gaze stared back.
When every last drop was in his belly, I pulled free, my cum and his saliva mixed in a thick string before we were finally disconnected.
“Good morning to you too,” Rafael panted, a smile on his lips. “Can I do anything else for you, Mr. Vitale?”
My chest tightened. “Don’t act like you did something for me,” I snapped. “Remember what the hell I said.”
“Don’t touch anyone else,” he said immediately. “Understood.”
I licked my lips. Slowly, I unfurled my sleeves and buttoned them into place again.
Or I tried to, but my hands that were steady when I pulled a trigger trembled a bit.
Rafael stood and slowly pushed my fingers aside.
He fastened the buttons in place with expert ease, his hands as steady as a surgeon with a scalpel.
“I’ll make you some coffee,” Rafael said. “Let me get dressed. Are you hungry?”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind.
Was I hungry? Jesus. I searched his face, looking for the angle, for the reason he was acting the way that he was.
The money was all I could think of, and the truth of it was, that it was easier to view the transaction for what it was.
It was safe. Another hired set of hands in my home to tend to my needs.
“The cook can show you what I eat.”
“Egg whites,” Rafael said as he started on the other cuff. “Bacon, whole wheat toast. It’s not the breakfast you like, but the one you need. At least that’s what Ellie told me.”
I was both shocked and irritated. “Ellie talks too much.”
“She’s sweet.” Rafael laughed. He finished the cuff and held my wrist when he looked up at me. “Breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes. Why don’t you deal with the movers?”
I grunted. “Fine.”
“Stop grunting,” he said as I turned and headed toward the door. “You sound like a caveman.”
My hand stilled on the door. When I glanced over my shoulder, his back was to me, and he was humming. I glared. Why did I have a feeling he was grinning?
That little bastard is up to something.
I didn’t know what it was, but I sure as hell was going to figure it out. One way or another. No one could hide anything from me, not for long.
Breakfast was ready exactly like he said when he called for me. I stepped into the kitchen instead of the dining room table. It was too big, too formal, for an afternoon breakfast that I was too starved for to put on airs. Instead, he sliced into the eggs and put jam on my toast.
“Coffee,” he said, pouring it for me, black and bitter. He placed a dish filled with sugar next to it.
I started to grunt and then remembered his words. “Thanks,” I muttered.
A clicking sound filled the air. “You’re welcome!” he called and put a cut plate of fresh fruit beside me. “Enjoy!”
I stared at him. “What was that clicking?”
“Eat your breakfast, Mr. Vitale,” he said as he started on the dishes.
Seriously, what kind of demon did I bring into my home? I narrowed my eyes at him, but went back to eating my breakfast. He sat across from me as my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and stared at the screen.
“Anyone important?” he asked.
My eyes flickered over the top of the phone. “My son. Why?”
“Just making polite conversation,” he said, waving a hand. “Don’t mind me.”
“I wasn’t.”
Blake: Lunch today?
Blake: I thought we could hang out.
Blake: Or I could burn something down for attention.
I snorted. Who the hell did he think he was?
God, he was like his crazy-ass mother when we were younger.
She’d threatened to burn me, my clothes, my cars, my whores.
The only difference was that while she threatened setting things on fire, Blake actually did it.
He was a pain in the ass, but out of all my sons, he was the one that hadn’t decided I was scum of the earth.
Cesare: Eating lunch now.
Cesare: I have time for dinner though. What do you want?
Blake:
I stared at the text. Of course he wanted pizza. Not one of the refined restaurants that I could have taken him to, but pizza. I groaned softly and finally agreed.
Cesare: Meet me at this location tonight at seven. See you then.
“You smile when you talk to him.”
I froze. For a moment, I had forgotten that Rafael was even there. Was he dangerous? Or just forgettable?
Definitely not forgettable.
“I don’t do that,” I muttered.
Rafael smiled. “Sure.”
I glared at him as he went back to eating. Why did it feel like Rafael was entirely too close to me?