Chapter 9 Cesare
Rafael draped himself over me in the backseat of the SUV. As Marco drove, I scrolled through my phone, ignoring his incessant chatter. His hand landed on my knee and squeezed. I cut my eyes in his direction for less than a second and then looked back.
"Remove your hand."
"I like where my hand is though," he said, dropping his voice to that low timbre meant to seduce. "You don't like me touching you?"
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and squeezed. His fluttering pulse beat against my fingertips as I moved his hand off me and back onto his own lap. He pouted up at me.
"What did I do?"
"You know what you did."
Rafael batted his lashes. "I really don't remember, Daddy. Remind me."
Daddy. I was going to kill him. That was it, I was going to have to kick his ass and send him back to Silver Dreams because he was driving me fucking insane.
I didn't let it show as I lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke in the leather interior of the car.
Rafael was looking at me; I could feel his eyes on the side of my face like some puppy that had been kicked one too many damn times.
I flicked ash to the side. When we pulled up to the penthouse, I tossed the cig and kept moving, my hands in my pockets as he, I and both guards came up too.
Rafael fidgeted. I ignored him. When the doors slid open, we stepped inside.
The guards went off, and I grabbed Rafael's upper arm.
"That's a little rough," he mused.
I steered him directly into his room. As soon as the door was closed, I flipped open my switchblade and sliced through his clothes.
The top, the skirt. I cut through them before I ripped them with my hands and tossed them aside.
The blade cut through his underwear next until he was naked in front of me.
My hand snapped up and wrapped around his throat.
I pressed the knife underneath his jaw, forcing his head back.
"Let me explain something to you slowly and clearly, you stupid whore.
" Rafael shivered, and I grinned. "You don't sit and poke, poke, poke the bear, you get me?
The pictures, that cuck text, the outfit?
And all that pretty money spent. You wanted to get my attention, you've got it.
" I closed the distance between us. "Walk over to the bed and bend over the side of it. Now. Don't make me repeat myself."
My eyes tracked him as he stepped back a few paces and then turned.
He moved and lowered himself over the side of the bed.
I watched as he pushed his arms out in front of him, the line of his back long as he spread his legs.
The quiet hung in the air, the distant tick of the grandfather clock from the other room echoing.
At first he was still, but slowly, bit by bit, he started squirming.
I watched him, the corner of my mouth ticking upward before I erased it again.
He finally glanced back over his shoulder, and a confused twist of his brows greeted me.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Waiting."
"For what?"
"Oh, for who I'm going to fuck," I said as I lit a cigar and the smoke curled in the air. "You seemed really interested in how being a cuck would work. Now, I personally have no interest in it. Ma per te? Perché no?" But for you? Why not?
Rafael went stone-still. "You're kidding."
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" I asked.
I moved to the bed and put a knee on the mattress beside his body.
My hand gripped the back of his neck. I pushed him into the bed more.
"Now you've already made me have to dismiss a guard.
" Dismiss. More like dismember. "So you can stay there with your legs spread while I bring in someone who knows how to act.
Maybe if you watch them, you'll remember your fucking place and learn how to act. "
"What the fuck?" Rafael said.
Hearing the frustration in his voice made me smile.
There it was. Little bitch thought he could play games with me.
No one played games with me. I had too much damn paitence, irritation, and time to fuck right back.
Although I had to admit; it was fun. This was the most fun I'd had in a while actually.
Listening to his frantic breathing, watching his muscles twitch in those powerful thighs, seeing the way he squirmed beneath me, furious and completely unsure if I was screwing with him or not?
It soothed that monster in me that loved to see shit like this.
"Nobody can do it like me," he growled. "You haven't even felt it yet. Have no fucking idea what I can do."
I whistled. "What a filthy mouth," I said. "What are you offering, Rafael? Hmm?"
He turned and glared at me. I grinned. He never glared at me; that was new. I liked that too. I tapped ash onto the mattress beside his head for the look, and his expression darkened more into something hungry and angry. I shoved him down harder.
"Speak up," I said. "I can't hear you."
"All of me," he said finally. "Every hole, whatever you want. All of it. Unless you're too scared to take it."
The childish taunt hung in the air between us. My hand came down on his round ass hard. The sharp sting in my palm was worth it for the way he gasped, not expecting it. That was better. I maneuvered him onto the bed until his knees were on the mattress, his ass in the air.
"You think I'm scared of fucking you?"
"I know you are," he said with a scoff. "You're terrified of it because I have a dick."
My thumb shoved into his asshole, and he screamed. I chuckled as he dropped to the bed, the bottle of lube by my knee. He was so busy being a brat, he hadn't even realized I was slicking up my fingers. I worked the digit in and out of his pucker.
"Doesn't matter what you have, gattino. Cock or no, you have holes, don't you? As long as you have a hot, wet, tight hole ready and open for me, I don't give a fuck what's between your legs," I growled.
That was a lie. Up until about… ten minutes ago, I was still conflicted about the idea of sticking my dick in another man. He'd sucked me off, and I had used him, sure. But it wasn't the same. It felt like crossing a line I wasn't sure I wanted to cross.
"You should care," Rafael said, cutting through my thoughts. "At least if you fuck me, you won't knock someone up."
I stilled. "Watch your fucking mouth."
"Just saying," he muttered. "No offense."
My hand squeezed around the back of his neck as I shifted up from his ass again.
That was a point in his favor. At my age, getting someone else knocked up was a literal nightmare.
I'd woken up in cold sweats before, the image of some bitch in my face with a pregnancy test and a “you're the father” hanging in the air like a noose around my neck.
Yeah, I was too old for that shit.
"If I fucked you, you would like it too much," I said. "That's what you want. What you're after. It's why you keep poking and prodding at me, like you can't get enough. You got a death wish? I'll give it to you, gattino. You might not like it though."
"Try me."
I nodded and ripped open the condom I slipped from my pocket with my teeth. Was he a pain in the ass? Yes. Should I leave him to suffer? Definitely, yes. I didn't want to though. Not right now.
"You cost me a man," I said. "The one guarding my apartment. Joe."
"How is that my fault?" he panted.
I slicked my cock with the lube. As I stood over him, my hand at the base of his spine, I took him in. His golden brown skin was enticing, as if he'd been lying in the sun all day to get the perfect shade of tan. I spread his cheeks and looked at his hole.
"Stop talking," I said. "You've done more than enough of that shit for today."
The head of my cock pressed against his hole. When Rafael realized what was happening, he gasped sharply, the sound filling the room. Immediately, I slapped my hand over his mouth. I didn't need him to talk, just needed him to be still.
My cock plunged inside, and he shouted against my palm. The wet, slick heat of his tongue against my skin urged a grunt from my lips as I drove in deeper. That tight, aching squeeze was enough to make my stomach pitch.
"Fuck," I groaned. "Just like that. Come on, keep those legs spread," I said as my fingers dug into his hips. "This is what you wanted, right? Attention?" I pulled out until just the head of my cock rested at the tight pucker of his hole. "Well, you've got all my attention now."
I grunted and slammed inside of him. Rafael cried out against my hand, his body arching as he panted. I grinned as I set a hard, steady pace. Every squeeze of him tried to milk my balls, but I wouldn't let him have it that easily. Not yet. For now, I was content with making him suffer.
Until he lifted his right leg up on the bed and spread himself open more. I slid in deeper, and he threw his head back.
"Fuck, yes, Daddy!"
I stalled. What the fuck? He was enjoying this entirely too much. I tried to get my wits about me, but he pushed back, his spine arched, hands spread on the sheets. I growled and fucked him harder as if I were trying to prove something.
When he moaned and shook underneath me, I lost it.
I grabbed his wrists and yanked them behind him until his hands were pressed against the base of his spine.
With his mouth uncovered, every sound was louder than before.
He threw his head back and forth, strands of his hair flying as he let out a twisted, gasping growl.
"Right there," he groaned. "Please don't stop. Fuck! Keep going."
He spilled something under his breath in a language I didn't understand. It didn't matter, not when I was entirely too enamored with fucking the breath out of his lungs with every single thrust. The more he yelled, the more pleasure tingled at the base of my spine, my balls tightening.
Should have done this a hell of a lot sooner.
The slick sound of my hips slamming against his ass filled the room.
For the first time in a long damn time, I was reminded that condoms were bullshit.
I could feel him, but I wanted to feel him.
Every inch. Instead, I was forced to feel the slide of latex against his walls that I knew would hug me so tightly I wouldn't be able to breathe.
Watching Rafael writhe against the sheets was pushing me to the edge. I gripped a handful of his hair and yanked it back.
"Oh god!" he moaned. "Fuck, Cesare!"
"Shut up," I growled. "Take every fucking inch, you hear me? Sticking your leg up here like that just means you want it more." I groaned as I slammed inside of him again. "Fuck. Come here."
I yanked Rafael from the bed and shoved him to his knees.
He stared up at me, drool on the corner of his mouth, eyes glazed, hand wrapped around his hard cock.
I grunted as I jerked off. The condom was a frustration.
Giving up, I pulled it off and stroked again until I felt my body tingling.
Grabbing his hair again, I tilted his head, then growled as I jerked off harder and faster.
Cum splashed against the side of his face before he opened his mouth to take more of it.
My hand didn't stop as I decorated him until there was nothing left.
"Shit," I moaned. I rubbed my cock against his face as it softened. "Lick that shit up. Every drop," I said as I straightened. "Next time you want attention, it won't be my cock up your ass. Trust me. You understand?"
Rafael stared up at me, his eyes unfocused. "Yes," he moaned.
"Good." I shoved his head back and watched him jerk off until he spilled into his hand. A smirk tugged at my lips. I shook my head. "Clean yourself up. I have shit to handle. You cause anymore trouble today, we're going to have another kind of conversation."
A whimper left his lips. "Cesare."
"Don't wait up," I said as I shut the door behind me.
I tugged my pants back up on the way to my room. The image of him moaning, throwing his leg up, and jerking off furiously fueled my mind. Whatever was wrong with him sparked something in me. I couldn't wipe the smirk from my lips. I dialed a number once I was in my office.
"Hey, I need you to check someone out," I said to Rocky. “Get everything you can on him."
"Urgent?"
I stared at the door as if I could see him down the hall.
I’d already read over what Grand Myah had provided, and I knew she did extensive background checks; it didn't mean I wouldn’t have my own done.
“When you get a second.” I rubbed my jaw, unable to ignore the scent of Rafael clinging to me now.
It was spicy and tantalizing. "You come into my place and get set up for tomorrow.
I want every room rigged where I can see him at all times. Something's up with him."
"I'll get it done," he replied. "Try to relax. You're stressed out. I can hear it in your voice."
My hands flexed and curled. "Whatever you gotta tell yourself to sleep at night. I have to go. Get this shit taken care of."
I hung up and stared at the big, lavish space I lived in. Empty. That was the first word to come into my mind. I clenched my fists. Whatever Rafael was or wasn't, it didn't matter. Unless he was dangerous, then he’ll become my problem again.
And I knew how to deal with problems.