Chapter 5
5
VIKTOR
I wake in bits and pieces, my eyes slowly opening as my limbs try to stretch out, but something is holding me down. Something strong and warm. I grunt and hear Luca murmur behind me, his voice deep with sleep.
“Stop fucking moving.”
I don’t stop, trying to get away from him. Somehow, he ended up behind me in bed, holding me tightly to him. And now he’s not letting me go.
“What the fuck?” I murmur, my voice catching slightly. This is not good. Not at all. It’s making me want things I can’t have.
I can’t ever have him.
My dick enjoys it, though. It’s hard and aching between my legs.
Luca’s fingers tug on my nipple, and I bite my bottom lip so hard it stings.
He’s playing with me. He is. There’s no other explanation for this.
This is a game to him.
I’m a fucking pawn .
“Let me go,” I grumble, despite my ass grinding into his morning wood, and for a split second, I envision him pushing inside of me.
He’d fuck me so good. God, the way he’d own me.
The way he did that night.
Oh shit.
“Shut up,” he murmurs as his teeth sink into the skin of my neck, and I groan at the sensation. And he doesn’t let go. He keeps his teeth there, his tongue flicking out and wetting the skin his teeth have captured. Pain zings through me, down my arm, and up to my face, but fuck, I love it.
I love it when it hurts.
His fingers skate down my chest, over the mess I let dry there last night. His fingernails drag across my abs, assuredly leaving little pink lines as he goes, and despite hating it, I can’t help but arch into his touch.
“Good boy, Vik. Such a good fucking boy,” he coos lowly in my ear, and his hand wraps around my cock. The sensation of his hand on my dick makes me keen. I can’t fucking help the deplorable sounds leaving my mouth.
I should tell him to stop, should save myself from this game I’ve found myself twisted in, but I don’t. I bite back those words and let myself experience it. He gets everything just right, the way he grips me, the pace of his strokes. Everything about him is perfect.
As if he’s been watching me just as much as I’ve watched him all these years.
It’s been so many years.
“You like that, hm?” he asks, his lips trailing across my skin as he speaks. “You like it rough or a little soft?”
When I don’t answer, he growls. “You don’t like anything soft, do you? You just want to be owned. Well, guess who owns you right now, kitten?”
I nearly purr at that, hating myself for letting this happen, but unwilling to stop it. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten some. Granted, it happened last night, but still. I’m a horny fuck and I need more than one orgasm a week.
“Say my name when you come,” he commands as he twists his wrist and makes a muffled cry leave my lips. “Say it. Fucking say it.”
I bite my bottom lip so hard it bleeds, but his name doesn’t come out as my release explodes from me. Instead, I swallow it down, letting it burrow inside of me.
Luca. Luca. Luca.
His hand leaves me abruptly and my orgasm ends with a cry of frustration. I feel sensation pulse through me, and not the good kind. I should still be riding out my orgasm, but he left me hanging.
It’s because I didn’t say his name. Didn’t moan it like the whore he wants me to be.
“Fuck you,” I manage to murmur, tasting the blood from my lip as it hits my tongue.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” he says, moving off the bed. I roll over and watch him go, grabbing onto my dick and tugging it gently, but it’s too late, the orgasm has been ruined.
“Asshole,” I murmur as he disappears into the bathroom.
His only response is, “Throw the sheets in the wash before you go.”
Well, fuck. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep last night. I should have gotten up and left after he recorded me, but I didn’t. And now here I am, embarrassed, leaving his house with my tail between my legs. I shouldn’t listen to him, should just leave the sheets on his bed for him to deal with.
Just as I think it, Luca exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his skin damp from the shower.
“Don’t make me put you over my fucking knee,” he says as he eyes the still-made bed.
“Fuck off,” I grunt, realizing I’m still naked and covered in my own mess.
He moves up beside me and his fingers drag up my arm to my shoulder. I feel his fingertips dig into my muscle and I hold my breath as he speaks.
“Don’t forget who I am,” he says, his lips brushing against my ear.
I shiver and when he steps away, I move toward the bed, wrenching the sheets off and balling them against my chest.
“Where the fuck do I put these?” I ask, not meeting his eyes. I refuse.
“Down the hallway,” he says, turning into the closet and leaving me to move out of the bedroom. I stuff the soiled sheets into the washing machine and turn it on before leaning against it and glancing down at my naked body, cum still on my skin from last night and this morning.
I need a fucking reality check. And a shower.
And what I really need is to get out of here.
Pushing myself up, I return to Luca’s bedroom and quickly search for my clothes. I can’t be naked around him any longer. Bad things happen when I am.
I grab my wrinkled clothes from the floor and tug them on just as Luca appears from the closet, looking as suave as ever in a three-piece suit.
“I have a guest arriving soon,” he says, and I stare at him. “So I won’t be needing you to stay.”
I don’t say anything, just button up my jeans, tug my shirt down my chest, and run a hand through my messy hair. I need a fucking haircut.
“Fine,” I grumble, and Luca’s lips quirk slightly. He likes me flustered. And I am. I’m fucking curious what he has going on this morning that doesn’t require me.
Not that it’s any of my business. I’m not burning up at the thought he might have a woman coming by.
I’m not.
I turn on my heel, stopping at the front door to toe on my shoes. Luca is right behind me, his presence almost suffocating .
Hate that he’s so big, that he makes me feel so much.
With a twist of my hand, I pull the door open, startling a beautiful woman on the other side. She’s wearing a sleek pantsuit, her hair done up, her lips bright red.
“Oh, you surprised me,” she says with a small laugh, a hand to her chest.
“Come on in, Alina. Right on time.”
“I remember you,” she says to me and then holds her hand out for me to shake.
I manage a small smile and a nod. “Nice to see you again.”
She squeezes me gently and then cocks her head. “I haven’t seen you at the club since.”
Luca clears his throat behind me, and I force myself not to look. “I’ve been busy.”
“Shame. It was quite the show you gave us. Luca talked about it often.” That makes my head snap back, and Luca grumbles under his breath. “It seems you made quite the impression. On both of us.”
“Alina,” Luca grumbles. “Enough.”
“Alright,” she says with a sly grin, and then leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. “See you around.”
I frown as Luca presses his hand against my lower back and shuffles me out of his house. I’m standing there as the door shuts in my face, Alina’s laugh on the other side of the door ringing out.
Fucking hate him. Hate this shit.
Why do I even put up with it?
He’s probably invited her over to fuck her. He’s just playing with me, toying with me.
I know this.
I knew it, and still, I let him touch me again.
The way it makes me ache. It hurts.
It fucking hurts.
I glare at that door for far too long, trying to figure out how I keep getting into these fucking messes with Luca.
Eventually, I stomp to the SUV, trying hard not to squeal my tires in this pristine, gated neighborhood. I’m sure that would only get Luca in trouble with the neighbors. The thought makes me press on the gas, and I rev the engine as I approach the gate. The heavy wooden doors swing open, and I make sure to flip the guard off as I drive past.
I hope they know who I work for. That Luca Rossi is my boss. I hope an angry Karen shows up at his door and gives him hell.
The thought makes me grin.
Without a backward glance, I hightail it back home. I need a fucking long shower and then an even longer workout to get this man out of my mind.
“Why the fuck are you in such a mood?” my roommate, Jax, asks. He’s currently sitting on the floor doing sit-ups, and I can’t help the scowl that lines my face. Our apartment isn’t the nicest, but it works, and we can afford it on our bodyguard salaries. Most of our time is spent at the main house anyway, so for living off-site, this works just fine. And honestly, I like to save my money. I want to make sure I have a nice nest egg if things get hard.
I think about Luca’s sprawling house, the opulence in excess, and my lips turn down even further. I don’t know why he needs such a big place. It’s not like he has a family or kids. He doesn’t even have a pet.
Maybe he has wild orgies there when he’s not working , I think, and feel my jaw click.
“I’m not in a mood. Just tired.”
Truth is, I’m entirely well-rested. I slept like a baby with Luca wrapped around me. The way his legs and arms snaked around me, holding me tightly. I don’t know what possessed him to do that, but the fact he did makes me even angrier.
He has no fucking right. He had no fucking right to hold me like that .
Like I belong to him. Like he cares.
My phone buzzes and I look down at it, seeing a picture of my panties in a drawer with several others. Fuck the Andromeda brothers.
I should have never let them fuck me.
Twincest:
We enjoyed the video. And our contract has changed. For all future work, we expect you to send a video. Preferably with Luca Rossi.
I don’t even reply. Fuck that. I like my job, but not this much. I’m not going to let Luca touch me again.
I’ll speak to Anthony. He’ll see reason.
Possibly.
The brothers are the best in the business. They’re hard to schedule.
Shit. Maybe he won’t see reason. He expects loyalty from me. I mean, he deserves it. He took me in when I was a homeless teen on the streets. He gave me a family and a purpose. I owe him everything.
“Who was that?” Jax asks.
“The brothers. They won’t leave me the fuck alone.”
Jax is mid-sit-up when he shrugs. “I mean, they’re hot in a gothic creep kind of way. Didn’t you let them fuck you that one time?”
I stare at him and huff. “Yeah, unfortunately.”
“So, I mean, you kinda asked for it…the obsession, I mean. You’re pretty hot and a good fuck.”
“Yeah, well, this shit isn’t part of my job description.”
Jax ignores me, hopping up onto his feet and moving to the metal bar situated perpendicular to the floor and placed between the doorframe leading to the hallway. “Yeah agreed, but you know, we do it for the fam. Anyway, what do you think about me learning how to pole dance?” He asks this so seriously that I don’t answer for half a second.
“What? What the fuck? ”
“Yeah, you know, I heard it’s a great workout,” he says before he pulls himself up, his muscles bulging. “So, what do you think? You think it’s too gay?”
I stare at him. “Jax, you fuck dudes occasionally. You’ve fucked me. That’s way more gay.”
“Yeah, but like. Is it though?”
I can’t cope with this shit. Not Jax, not the brothers, and not even myself.
I need to get out of here. Workout? Get fucked? I don’t know exactly, but I shower, pull on new clothes, and head out. I end up in the gym on the estate for a while, working out so hard that I nearly pass out. Then I shower again, trying not to think of Luca naked and wet with his big dick pressed out from his body. It doesn’t work. I think of it constantly. When I finally get dressed, feeling slightly better, I head out to get something to eat before driving home. Jax isn’t in the apartment when I arrive, possibly at a pole dancing class that isn’t gay. So, I putter around the apartment, watching a few hours of TV before the ache builds inside of me. It settles between my legs, making my balls heavy and my cock hard.
It leads me to Luca’s social media pages once more. I hate myself as I scroll, telling myself I shouldn’t look. My dick is throbbing and aching by the time I shut my phone off with a huff. Damn him. I mean, I shouldn’t have looked in the first place, but I did and now I’m hot and bothered, remembering him touching me.
For a straight man, he touches my dick far too often.
My hands slide down my face, and I grunt in frustration.
What I really need to do is get fucked. I need to go back to the club. My dry spell has lasted too long. I can’t just wait around, horny and miserable.
You know what? That night didn’t matter. Fuck this and fuck him. He’s held me hostage for far too long.
I stride into my bedroom with a purpose and open my drawer, pulling out a lacy outfit, one that accentuates my ass and chest. As I pull it on, I peer in the full-length mirror, adjusting my hair into a semblance of a style before rubbing lotion on the rest of me. When I’m done, I make sure to prep, getting myself ready for the fucking I’m going to take. My ass is filled with a silver plug, opening me up for tonight.
I’m going to get fucked all the ways tonight.
I need it more than I need to breathe.
Luca doesn’t own me. Not anymore.
As I think that, I grab some athletic pants and pull them on before shrugging on an overcoat. I look fucking ridiculous right now, but I don’t need anyone to see this lacy bralette I’m wearing. The only ones who will see it will be the people at the club.
As I stride to my car, my phone beeps. If it’s the brothers again, I may have to change my number. But it’s not them. It’s Tatum.
Hell, this may be even worse.
Tatum:
What are you doing? I’m bored.
Fuck. This never ends well , I think as I stare down at my phone. I could ignore him, pretend he doesn’t exist, but he does. And he’s the boss’s man.
I can’t fucking pretend anything.
Me:
About to head out.
Tatum:
Oh? Where to?
The eyeball emoji pulls a curse from my lips. He won’t let this go, will he? He’s worse than a dog with a bone.
Tatum:
Let me go with you. Anthony and Luca are in meetings for the rest of the evening and I’m dying of boredom. Please, Vik. Pleeeeease.
I groan and press my forehead to the side of the car. I’m going to get murdered for this. Anthony will have my hide. Or Bane, most likely.
Me:
What if I say no?
Tatum:
You won’t. You never say no to me.
Yeah, there’s a reason for that , I think before my fingers fly across the screen.
Me:
You can come if you bring Teddy.
Tatum:
Deal. Meet you outside? Where are we going? What should I wear?
I don’t respond to that, not wanting him to be even more unbearable if he knows where I’m headed. I should skip out of going to the club, but what else would I do with him? Maybe this will do him some good. I know he’s a bit of an exhibitionist, so maybe he’ll like watching as well.
Fuck it. This is probably the safest place I could take him. They have more security there than a police station.
When I pull up to Anthony’s estate, Tatum is waiting outside like he said he’d be, wearing tight jeans and a see-through shirt. Teddy looms behind him, a frown on his face, his sunglasses covering his eyes.
Probably for the best that he doesn’t speak. I’m sure he has a lot to say right now and I’m not in the mood to hear it.
“Oh, I’m so excited,” Tatum says as he clambers into the front seat and buckles in. “Where are we going? You never answered me about what I should wear.”
I roll my eyes and purse my lips. “You’ll see.”
“Oh, but you’re dressed like a spy,” he says and then leans over and tugs on my jacket. It peels open and he gasps. “Oh. Ohhhh . Teddy, he’s dressed like a whore. I need something like this too. If I’d known, I’d have worn something sluttier.”
My skin turns red, burning hot. “They have stuff there you can wear. You can change.”
“Fuck yes.” He pumps his hand slightly, and as we drive away, I turn to look at him. “Does Anthony know where you are?”
“Oh, sure. He’s tracking me. Total red flag, psycho material. But it’s so hot, so I allow it. Also, I didn’t tell him exactly where I was going, but if he looks, he can see where I am. He’s a little overprotective after I lost my finger. But a boy has to live, you know?”
“Am I going to get in trouble for this?”
“Oh, no, of course not. Just me. I will get in so much trouble.”
He wiggles in his seat, and Teddy huffs behind us. He’s not happy about this and neither am I, but then again, I can’t say no to him. Anthony explicitly said we’re to give him whatever he wants, within reason. And my reasoning is Teddy accompanying us and the club has tight security.
Tatum will be safe.
Teddy and I will make sure of it.
And if I know anything about Anthony and Tatum’s relationship, it’s that they like to play cat and mouse.
Often.
I keep my gaze focused on the road before us, navigating the freeways to our destination.
When we finally park and walk in, the hostess, Olive, grins at me before turning her gaze to Tatum and Teddy.
“Hi there, Vik. It’s been years.”
Three, to be exact.
“It has. But here I am.”
“So glad you’re back. We’ve missed you.” She gestures to Teddy and Tatum. “Friends of yours?”
“The Costellos.”
Her grin slips slightly and then she nods. “Oh. Of course. We will need an NDA signed, but come on in and get ready while I pull up the paperwork.”
Tatum follows next to me, his eyes wide, taking in the luxurious decorations surrounding us.
“Wow, this is real nice. I had no idea this place existed. Does Anthony know about this place?”
“I’m sure he does. Mr. Rossi is the owner,” Olive says.
My footsteps falter and I stare at her, my blood pressure rising.
“When did the change of ownership happen?”
Olive peers over at me. “Oh, about three years ago. It was kind of sudden, but yes. He bought Roberto out.”
“Okay, sorry to interrupt,” Tatum says. “But Viktor said I could get some sexy lingerie here.”
Olive nods. “Of course. We have a variety to choose from. You can try on anything that suits your fancy in the changing room.”
“Perfect. Show me the way,” Tatum says, and I grumble under my breath as we move to the changing rooms, my mind still reeling at the fact that Luca owns this place. Fuck. Why didn’t he tell me? Why did no one say anything?
Chandeliers hang from the ceiling as we enter and oversized lockers line one wall. A wardrobe sits open with new lingerie for men and women hanging inside, and Tatum moves toward it, oohing and ahhing as he flips through the various outfits.
He pulls one off the rack and holds it up to him.
“What do you think?” He’s asking Teddy more than he’s asking me, so I just wait for Teddy to nod in agreement.
Tatum grins and moves to a private stall where he puts on the outfit, returning in a see-through lacy bodysuit.
“Look how pretty,” he says and then turns around and waggles his ass. “I think Anthony will like it when he shows up.”
I swallow as I take my jacket off. “He’s coming right now?”
“Oh, you bet your ass he is.”
He grins at me, and Teddy huffs in frustration. So this was just a ploy to get Anthony to pay attention to him. Yeah, fine. Whatever. This is how they operate, and Anthony lets Tatum get away with murder.
I kick my pants off, and Tatum whistles when he sees my outfit.
“Oh, you look good, Vik. Love the lace.” He links his arm with mine and pulls me forward, Teddy following closely behind. But before we exit, I stop at the drawer with the collars and jewelry.
“You need to pick what you want to wear. It tells people what you’re willing to do.”
“Do?”
“Yeah. You want to watch? Be used? Men only, women only? No preference?”
His hands trail over the items and then sighs. “Definitely just watch.”
I pick up a bracelet and place it on his wrist before grabbing a collar and placing it around my neck.
“This stays between us. Whatever you see here is confidential.”
Just as I say that, the hostess returns with some iPads, and Teddy and Tatum sign the contracts before the three of us move into the dimly lit space. I see Amir behind the bar and he offers me a smile as he uses the shaker to mix a drink. He hasn’t changed at all. He looks the same as he did three years ago.
“Want a drink?” I ask, and Tatum shakes his head.
“Oh no, I’m good, but you go ahead. I want to take a long look around. This is so kinky and fun.”
He links arms with Teddy, leaving me at the bar. It’s not as busy tonight, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t people who’re ready to fuck me.
“Hey! Long time no see, friend. You’ve been gone a while. I thought maybe you canceled your membership,” Amir says as he approaches and stands before me.
“No. Just had a bit of a busy schedule.”
That’s a lie and Amir seems to know it because he grabs a bottle of vodka and pours me a shot.
“Well, welcome back. Go ahead. On me. ”
I fling it back and lean against the bar, ass out as we catch up.
“So, what have you been up to?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “Nothing much. Same old, same old. Still living with my mom and grandma, and still working here almost every night.”
“Good for you, man.”
“Want anything?” he asks, patting his vest pocket.
I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks. I think just drinks for me tonight.”
“Yeah, the last time you were here high and drunk, Mr. Rossi didn’t look pleased when he picked you up and dragged you out.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask him to do that.”
“Seemed like you didn’t have a choice.”
I glance around, not wanting to talk about this anymore. It’s making my stomach clench. “Olive said that Luca owns this place now.”
“Yep. Change of management.”
“Fuck.”
“It’s been good. We got a raise. He’s not a bad boss.”
Not the experience I’ve had with him. “It’s not busy though.”
“Yeah, you caught us on a slow day, but don’t worry. I think you’ll find someone who’s interested in giving you what you need.”
“Seems no one is interested.” In fact, it seems my ass is not being used at all. Is no one interested?
“Yeah, about that,” Amir says, leaning forward slightly. “If I remember, there was a memo sent out not long after that night he took you out of here, about you being off-limits?—”
“What the fuck?” I murmur, my heart racing. Is this why no one is touching me?
Did he really fucking do that? Is that why he bought the club after that night?
Amir’s lips squeeze into a thin line suddenly, and I sense someone moving up behind me.
I know who it is without looking. I can smell him.
Luca .
“Viktor. What are you doing here? And with Tatum, of all people.” His voice is a growl, his hand grabbing my hip, nails digging into my skin.
“Tatum wanted to come with me,” I grind out as my dick hardens at his nearness. Amir seems to sense my frustration because he hands me another shot, and I take it, tilting my head back and shooting it. He shrugs at me, not feeling sorry for me in the slightest, and I bite my bottom lip in frustration.
“Anthony is furious.” Luca jerks me back slightly, my ass hitting his groin, his hand snaking around to cup my hard dick. “He thinks you should be punished for this.”
I huff and then hear a familiar groan emanating from somewhere behind us. I don’t even have to look to know who that is.
“Seems Tatum is getting exactly what he wanted.”
Luca chuckles, his hand leaving my dick and dragging up my chest to the collar.
“He is. Anthony plays into everything he wants. It’s weak and pathetic.”
His fingers curl under the collar and he pulls me to the side, guiding me over to a velvet chair, one that I’ve been bent over many times before.
He sits down on it and yanks me between his legs, my knees abruptly hitting the floor. Pain shoots up my thighs, and I grunt as he tugs me further, making me crawl toward him.
“Fuck you, Luca.”
“You’re wearing the collar, kitten. You’re mine to do with as I please.”
I huff, indignant, but my dick aches at the sentiment. That pet name makes me slightly feral.
“You may be the boss of this place, but you’re not the boss of me. We’re not at work now.”
“Shut the fuck up, Vik. Hands behind your back,” he grinds out, his fingers loosening around my collar and settling on his thighs.
I resist for just a second, but then cave, doing as he says, frowning the entire time, really showing him how much I hate this. I really fucking despise it.
“Eyes up here,” he says, and I feel my cheeks redden. “Now, Anthony told me to take care of this. You know what happened last time Tatum went out with you…”
“You were there too. You’re the one who brought him.”
He leans forward and shoves two fingers between my lips, pressing against my tongue, and I can do nothing but suck on them.
His eyes darken as he wets his lips.
“You brought him this time. Now shut your fucking mouth or I’ll make you.”
I suck on his fingers roughly, and he cocks his head, watching me.
“Such a fucking slut,” he says, pulling his fingers from my lips and leaning back, looking very much like an arrogant king.
I scowl at him. I’m shaking, my mind screaming at me to get up and walk away, but my body stays right where he put me. Because I want whatever punishment he’s going to dole out. I want it.
I want him. As much as I tell myself I don’t, I know it’s all a lie.
A lie to save myself from the inevitable hurt in the end.
“Now, what to do with you…” He taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, the same ones I sucked on. They’re slick with my spit and my gaze only slides away from them when he catches me staring.
“You’re not going to do anything with me.”
He narrows his gaze at me and then leans forward, wrenching my neck to the side, forcing me to look at Tatum and Anthony. Tatum is on Anthony’s lap, bouncing on his dick while people watch on. His head is thrown back, and Anthony’s hand clutches at his throat and his hip. The two of them exist in a bubble. No one else is here but them.
“I think I will. Anthony commanded it. I always do as I’m told.”
I huff at that. I can assure you, he does not.
His hands fall from me and he leans back once more.
I turn back slowly, my jaw cracking as I grind my teeth .
“They seem to be perfectly happy here. Tatum knew what he was doing when he left the estate. Anthony needs to let him off that leash or else Tatum is going to get bored with him.”
Luca’s eyes narrow even further and then he grabs onto my hair roughly and pulls me toward him. My face is smashed into his crotch, and I scramble against his thighs as I crawl closer.
“Love this long hair.”
“I’m going to cut it off.”
“No, you fucking won’t. Now take my dick out. We’ve got to keep your sassy mouth busy, it seems.”
“No,” I whimper, but even as I say that, my tongue sneaks out of my mouth and wets my lips in anticipation.
I want it. I want it so fucking badly.
He lets me up just enough to unbutton his pants, and the first thing I notice is the bulge between his legs. He’s hard.
Oh fuck. The thought that he’s into this makes me moan.
Carefully, I unzip his pants and tug them down slightly. His fingers tighten in my hair, his breathing growing slightly more labored as I work his cock through the slit in his boxer briefs.
When it appears, long and hard, I groan when he pushes my head down toward it.
“We’re going to keep you nice and quiet. Those insolent thoughts you have could get you killed. So, really, I’m saving your life,” he says as my lips spread across his crown and sink onto him. I take him as far back as I can, his dick tunneling halfway down my throat and then back up again.
I make the most obscene sound as I pull off him and then am rammed down on his cock once more.
Oh fuck. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my fingers finding each other behind my back as he uses me.
“Good boy,” he murmurs as he shifts slightly, getting a better angle down my throat. I just whine and gag, my dick ridiculously hard and aching between my legs. I want to reach down and stroke it, but he won’t let me. I just know it. This is my punishment .
I feel someone move up behind me and I arch my ass out, feeling fingers start pulling the plug from me before Luca stiffens and holds me tightly against him.
“Don’t you fucking touch him,” he says, and then the man behind me grumbles.
“He has the collar.”
Luca lets go of me for a second to remove it and tosses it aside.
“There. Anyone touches him again, I’ll put a bullet through their fucking brain.”
His cock is still in my mouth and I don’t move, just breathe, lust coursing through my body as his fingers curl into my hair once more and he shoves me down on his cock.
I smell the scent of smoke and I assume someone lit a cigarette for him.
Typical. Blow jobs and smoking at the same time. Just like he’s sitting at a café and having a cup of coffee.
Well, fuck him , I think as I continue to suck him down my throat. I’m going to give him the best fucking blow job he’s ever had.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck the soul from his body. Or at least I think I do. Not that he gives me any indication of what he’s feeling. But there is a tightness in his thighs and a slight tremble to the hand tangled in my hair.
He’s getting close. He’s trying to hold back, but I’m too fucking good. So I continue to work him closer and closer to the edge, all the while trying to stave off my own orgasm. Because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t loving this. I’m moaning and drooling, my throat and jaw sore from working his big dick like this, but hell, I’d get on my knees again for him. If he made me.
Even if I do hate him.
You don’t hate him. Hate is the farthest feeling you have.
My arms are growing numb, my knees aching, and I can feel my orgasm crawling up my thighs, but then Luca slams my face onto his dick, and I feel his hard length pulse as he empties directly into my stomach. He holds me like that for a few seconds, my body trembling with a pent-up orgasm before he lets me up, his hand falling to his thigh as I sit up, sputtering.
My fingers touch my sore throat as I blink up at him.
He inhales deeply, smoke seeping from his nose as he breathes out with clenched lips.
“Passable,” he says lowly, and I nearly claw at him, but then he leans forward, tucking himself away. “Now on to your punishment.”
He inhales again and holds the smoke inside, pushing it out slowly, most of it hitting my face as he does. But I don’t respond. I’m too angry, too horny. I want to get off, want to suck his dick again. I want to be used until I can’t think anymore.
“That was my punishment,” I rasp, and his lips twitch.
“Oh, kitten. No, it wasn’t.”
He stands up and tugs me to my feet. My dick is pressing against my panties and when his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me closer to him, I whimper.
“The things I’m going to do to you.”
He pulls me forward, my feet slapping on the floor as he leads me down a hallway, rooms on either side.
“You can’t make me do anything,” I murmur even though I’m nearly purring at the thought of being used by him.
No, not purring. Growling .
I attempt to have my throat make that sound, but it doesn’t work. Not at all. I just moan as he pushes open a door and thrusts me inside.
“I don’t think you understand, Vik.” He closes and locks the door. “I own this fucking place. Me. Not Anthony. Me.” He grins at me, sinister and feral. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”