Chapter 16
16
VIKTOR
A fter speaking with some of the hotel staff and finding nothing of importance, we get ready for the club. Arriving is anti-climactic, much to Bane’s frustration.
“This is boring,” he says, looking at the worn-down building. “And kind of creepy.”
Luca glances over at Bane as we get out of the SUV, the guards trailing after us.
“Creepier than your butchery?” I ask.
“Yes, that’s home. Duh. This is a worn-down building with ants.”
He rolls his eyes and then strides forward, wearing this chest harness and a short skirt.
“He has nice legs,” Jax observes, and I nudge him.
“Don’t even fucking go there. Georgiy will murder you.”
Jax blushes and nods, the group moving toward the large, guarded metal door. We can hear the low beat of music coming from inside, but it’s not loud and raucous like a club. More sinister, though, in an odd way .
The bouncer, a large bald man wearing all black, eyes us suspiciously.
“You have the password?”
We glance at each other, and Luca sighs, stepping up, a knife in his hands. “Let us in or we’ll dispose of you in the dumpster out back.”
The man stares down at Luca, unbothered. Apparently, he’s some kind of cyborg and has no fear.
“No password, no entrance.”
Bane giggles as Luca eyes him.
“Don’t even try it, Bane. I’ll handle it.” Luca eyes the bald man once more and says, “We’re with the Costello family. I’m sure your boss knows who we are. We’re here on business.”
The bouncer looks unsure, his eyes flitting over us, landing on Bane, who is bouncing on his feet. But he finally pulls out his phone and calls someone, talking in clipped tones. When he’s done, he hangs up and the door swings open.
“Apologies,” he murmurs, and we push past him, Luca the last to go through.
As we step into the dingy and dark room, I can smell it, the scent of sex and booze. My ass clenches around the plug I placed in there earlier, my body eager for whatever Luca will give me later.
But right now, we need to be vigilant to find Henry and figure out what the fuck he’s doing, what his motives are, and most importantly, his end game.
Really, anything we can find out about Henry would be important. Hopefully Lex and Diablo dig something up soon. We could use anything at the moment.
“Find me if you see anything,” Luca tells everyone. Quincy and Rafe each take a corner of the room, blending into the shadows, while Jax moves toward the woman working the pole and glances up at her longingly. Bane follows him but sneaks away shortly after, disappearing down a hallway.
I should say something, but I don’t. I let him do his thing .
“Let’s go talk to the bartender,” Luca says, his hand landing on my back as we move toward the bar. It’s not as crowded in here as Eden, but there are plenty of people fucking within view. Enough to make my pheromones increase, to make my cock perk up and my breathing grow labored.
“What can I get you?” a woman says, her breasts nearly spilling out of her top as we come to a stop at the bar.
Luca eyes her tits for a second before meeting her gaze, his hand moving from my lower back, beneath my waistband and down to my ass, two fingers sliding between my crack and pressing on the plug sitting there. I bite back a gasp as he plays with it, pressing against the flared base.
“Who do we speak to about…product?”
The woman leans forward, her hands sprawled across the bar top.
“You cops?”
Luca chuckles darkly. “Far from it.”
“How do I know?”
“You have someone else we can speak to? I’m sure your boss already knows we’re here,” Luca says, his hand pulling away from my ass and resting on the counter. I inhale shakily, stepping closer to him, wanting him to touch me again.
Fuck, why did he have to do that here?
I can’t fucking think now.
“I haven’t heard shit,” she replies.
“Better check then,” Luca replies, and she arches a thin eyebrow and purses her lips, pulling out a phone and calling someone.
She speaks quickly, her mouth set in a frown, and then she freezes, her eyes widening slightly.
“He’ll be right out,” she says and swallows roughly.
“Good,” Luca replies, turning his gaze toward me, his lips curling at the corners. “I didn’t realize you had a plug in that pretty ass,” he whispers into my ear. “You wanted to be ready for me, didn’t you? You want me to just slip inside. ”
I stare at him, feeling my skin flame. “Yes.”
“Then let’s get this over with so I can remind you how good it can be,” he replies, just as a stout man appears with an ill-fitting suit and a lopsided mustache.
“You must be Mr. Rossi. Welcome. Welcome.” His eyes flit toward me, and I stand up a little straighter, trying to behave like a fucking bodyguard and not some kind of needy slut.
Luca nods. “Thank you for meeting with us. This is Viktor, my partner. Do we have somewhere we can discuss this in private?”
“Yes. Yes. Right this way.”
My heart flutters at that word.
Partner . Is that what I am to him?
I don’t have a chance to ask. The man turns on his heel, and we follow him through the crowded room and down a dimly lit hallway. He unlocks a door, and we step into a small, cluttered office. He walks around to the other side of his desk and spreads his hands in front of him.
“How can I help you?” he asks, looking slightly nervous.
Luca cocks his head, his hand pulling the knife from his pocket and flicking it open.
“We’ve heard that you’re selling a new product here.”
The man nods, his throat bobbing. He’s starting to sweat. “Yes, yes, of course. There’s no need for the knife. I’ll tell you anything you’d like to know. Would you like to see it? Henry assured me it’s the best since it came from you.”
Luca freezes, his silence permeating the room.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…Henry told me the Costellos were the supplier. He was just distributing it.”
Luca takes a step closer to the sweating man, who takes a step back.
“We aren’t supplying anything,” he says, and the man nods.
“Of course. Of course.” He makes a gesture like he’s zipping his lips and throws away the key. It only causes Luca to roll his eyes .
“Not like that, you dipshit. I mean, we aren’t supplying this new drug. He lied, played you like a fool.”
“But…but that’s the word…that’s what I’ve heard. That’s what everyone is saying.”
Luca’s rage boils over, his hand reaching out and grabbing onto the man, smashing his face into the desk. Blood spurts from his nose as the knife is held up to his eye.
“Tell me the fucking truth,” he hisses, his voice deathly low, a growl.
It does things to my libido. A terrible time and place, but fuck, I want him to push me over this desk and fuck me. Right now. Blood and all.
Luca’s eyes flick to me and his lips curl when he sees my straining erection.
“Later, pretty boy. I promise.”
The man grunts as Luca’s knife moves closer and closer to his eyeball.
“Now, tell me everything and maybe, if I’m feeling gracious, you’ll leave here with both eyes.”
The smell of piss infiltrates the space, and I screw up my face at the scent.
Not that it’s unexpected. People piss themselves far too often when they’re faced with Luca. The only good thing about it is it tampers my libido slightly.
“He just…he told me he worked with you. I confirmed it with a few clubs.”
“Which ones?” Luca asks, and the man grunts.
“Shit. The Sirens. They vouched for him. Said the family was supplying this drug and moving it through them.”
“Who vouched?”
“Tish!”
“But we have someone planted there. Tish must be withholding. I suppose it’s a smart move. Keeping her circle tight.” Luca’s gaze meets mine, and he bites his bottom lip. “You were right, baby,” he says, his eyes darkening.
“I’m always fucking right,” I reply, and Luca wets his lips.
“You’re gonna get rewarded for that.”
I shift on my feet and grab my dick at that promise.
Luca’s focus moves back to the man once more. “And where is Henry now?”
“I don’t fucking know. I don’t! He stopped showing up, left the product with me, and I haven’t heard from him. Just have his bank account details for payment!”
“We need that information. Now.”
The man nods, and Luca lets him up. He fumbles with a pad of paper, shakily writing down numbers. It takes him far too long, making mistakes, scratching them out and starting over. When we finally get it, Luca snaps a picture and sends it to Anthony and Lex.
“Are you sure you don’t know where he went?”
“I don’t. He didn’t say. You can ask my employees. They may know. Fuck. I’d tell you.” The man looks as if he’s going to pass out, and Luca looks pleased.
“If I find out that you’ve withheld information, lied, or obscured the truth, I will be back. And if I have to sit through that shit traffic to get here, there won’t be any pieces of you left to find.”
He nods and shakes his head. “I told you everything I know. I promise.”
He looks like he’s about to cry, and Luca steps up to him, grabbing onto his oversized shirt and bringing him closer.
“The Costellos have nothing to do with this drug. You make that known.”
He nods, his cheeks jiggling as he does, and Luca tosses him aside, moving toward the door and flinging it open. He steps out, and I follow, the two of us moving down a dark hallway toward the main room. Bane is still nowhere to be seen, but we easily find Jax, Quincy, and Rafe.
“We’ll tell them what we’ve found and then leave,” Luca says. “ There’s nothing more we can do until Anthony or Lex find something substantial with those bank details.”
“Are you sure?” I ask as his hand cups my jaw.
He leans in and kisses me slowly, his tongue dragging against mine, making me almost dizzy with need.
“I’m sure, pretty boy. I want to fuck you while we wait for more information to go on.”
I groan as he reaches between us and cups my hard cock.
I swallow and nod, following Luca toward the guards and listening to him explain the plan. The three of them will stay, keeping an eye out for Henry and making sure Bane doesn’t get into any trouble. And if they find any more information, they’re to let us know immediately.
They nod solemnly, and Jax winks at me as I hand the keys to the SUV to Quincy, and then Luca and I make our way to the exit. The cold air calms my overheated skin, and I let out a relieved breath when Luca calls for a car.
When we get inside, Luca’s hand moves to my cock once more and he massages it, his gaze on the road ahead of us, driving me crazy with each stroke. By the time we arrive at the hotel, I’m in a state. Unhinged and feral.
I can barely walk, my body supported by Luca as he drags me to the elevator and pushes me up against the wall once we’re inside, kissing me filthily until I’m panting.
When we make it to our room, he shoves me onto the bed, and I can do nothing but let him stare, his eyes slightly wild, his cock straining from the confines of his pants.
“Look at you. Desperate for it.”
“Yes. Yes .”
“You want me to destroy that pretty hole?”
“Please.”
He leans over and kisses me, licking into my mouth before pushing up and ripping my shirt from my head. His fingers drag down my heaving chest to the button of my pants. He drags them down my thighs, pulling my shoes off in the process, leaving me only in my socks and my jockstrap.
His nostrils flare, his fingertips trailing across my thighs, pulling them open, exposing me to him.
My knees hit my chest, and Luca’s fingers press against my plug.
“Is this what you were doing in the bathroom before we left for the club?”
“Yes.”
He grins as he starts to pull it out, my hole flexing around it as it’s extracted. It’s a thick and long plug that will make it easy for Luca to push into me without any resistance.
“Look at you,” he murmurs as he stares at my hole, open and wet, lube trickling out. “You wanted it to be easy, didn’t you? A quick fuck.”
I nod and let my legs fall to the sides, his fingers trailing down my taint to my open hole, and he pushes two inside, finding my prostate and working it gently, making my back arch up, my cock leak.
“You want it fast. I’ll give that to you, Vik, and then I’m going to fuck you slow. I’m going to fuck you so many times tonight. Tomorrow you’re going to have trouble sitting, walking. You’re going to think of me with each move you make.”
“Please,” I moan. “Please. Please .”
He chuckles and then pulls his fingers from me and undoes his shirt, giving me a slow striptease, exposing each muscle, all those tattoos.
I’m wild with lust now, my cock almost close to exploding just from the thought of him fucking me again. A repeat of that night.
The night that changed everything.
When he’s naked, his hands wrap around my legs and he pulls my ass right to the edge of the bed. His cock slots at my wet hole, and he pushes inside. His eyes fall to where he’s entering me, and I can’t help but watch the way his jaw clenches as he sinks into me.
“I remember this. So fucking tight,” he murmurs as his big dick tunnels into me, bottoming out in seconds. He holds himself inside of me, his eyes meeting mine. “I’ve dreamt of this.”
I blink up at him, my entire body on fire.
“Have you, Vik? Have you touched yourself to thoughts of me?”
“Yes,” I admit, my secrets no longer that. Just open and honest.
He drags out of me slowly until just the tip is at my entrance and then he pushes back in. He moves with purpose, slowly, as if memorizing everything about this. It makes this so much more than a quick fuck.
“Look at you swallowing me up. Look how filthy you are.”
I grab the sheets to ground me as he continues to torture me, his dick stretching me wider, my body loosening and tightening with each slow thrust forward. It’s maddening.
“More,” I moan, begging, clawing at the mattress. Luca pulls my legs up over his shoulders, his hands lifting my hips as he continues to make me writhe beneath him. He’s enjoying this, the way I’m mindless with lust, the way I’ve lost the ability to speak or breathe.
And then suddenly, he pulls out and snaps his hips forward so hard I cry out. My neck arches, my back bowed off the bed as he does it again. And again . Pain pulses through me, zinging up my spine and down my thighs, and at the same time, pleasure infuses with it, creating a beautiful anomaly.
Only he can make me feel this way.
He continues to fuck into me at a brutal pace, the veins on his arms and neck bulging, his muscles straining as he uses my body as a toy, a hole, a thing to fulfill his needs.
Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.
I’m moaning, pleading, my cock leaking profusely. It drips down my length, and he bends forward, the new angle making my eyes cross. His face is above mine, my knees at my ears, his dick pistoning in and out of my hole.
“You ready to come, pretty boy?” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine.
“ Please . ”
It’s all I can say as my hand moves to my cock between us. It takes only a few strokes and I explode, stars swirling behind my eyes. My hole clenches around him, and he grunts, his lips meeting mine in a desperate kiss as he empties himself inside. I feel it, the way he marks me.
Luca’s .
His .
He falls on top of me, my legs sliding down his sides until they hook behind his back. His dick is still inside of me as we kiss softly, our tongues tangling in a slow, tantalizing dance.
When we finally pull apart, my lips spit-slick and swollen, Luca stares down at me.
“Was that good?” I ask, needing to know. “Was it as good as the first time?”
“You know it was,” he says. “And we’re not done either. Now that we’ve started this, I’m not going to stop.”
He pulls out of me with a shift of his hips, and I feel his release leave my body. He falls to my side as I push myself further up on the bed, and his fingers trail down my stomach to my softening cock. He smears the release into my abdomen and then moves down to my hole. He slides two fingers inside, as if pushing his release back inside of me.
The possession he has over me…
I sigh, and he kisses my shoulder.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Wonderful,” I say as he touches my prostate. He massages it for a few minutes until I’m whining before he pulls his fingers from me and touches my cock, tugging on it, making it harden in his palm.
“Luca?” I ask, turning into him slightly, our legs tangling, his hand moving to my hip.
“Mm?”
“Why do you give me the black rose every year?”
It’s a silly question, one that I’ve always told myself I’d never ask, but I want to know .
His nose brushes against mine, dragging me closer to him so we’re touching in every possible way.
“Black roses mean the death of something, but they can also mean rebirth.”
His eyes meet mine, those dark, sparkling depths.
“What died?” I ask, and he kisses me gently.
“When I fucked you that night, the way you felt around me, the way you clung to me…” he breathes deeply and then adds, “…I knew I wasn’t straight. That part of me died that night.”
My chest swells and my eyes sting. “And what was reborn?”
“Me. I was. I tried to fight it, and you did too, but we knew this was inevitable.”
I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him, everything I’m feeling bleeding into it, letting him inhale it.
“Inevitable,” I finally say, and he grins at me.
“You’re mine now, Vik.”
“Yours.”