Chapter Eight
I climb out of the car, staring up at the building while I fasten my jacket.
I take a step towards the club. The bouncer steps to the side, moving the rope so I can walk in, allowing me to jump the queue.
Gasps emanate from the people in the line as they realise who the fuck I am as I disappear, strolling further into the building.
My lip curls as I’m led to the VIP area, and I take the booth I prefer. I’m brought over my usual order, and I see the server from last time. His eyes meet mine for a split second before his gaze darts away. Panic sets in his eyes. I snarl at him as he dashes away.
I can’t help the rush that spreads over me.
I want to give chase. I want to take him again.
His tears tasted so fucking pretty, not for any reason other than I like to break things, and he’s so fucking close to breaking.
That cockiness is long gone. The hanging of the head before he saw me, the way he practically ran from me.
It’s so cathartic knowing I could snap his neck while I fuck him. And he was tight.
I straighten my shoulders. I sip my drink, realising he isn’t enough for me, for my tastes. Once was enough. There’s nothing intriguing about him, nothing to keep my interest beyond the initial penetration. But I take a breath and glance around. There are plenty more where he came from.
People hear about my reputation. They assume they can tame me, break me, calm me, claim me.
But I can’t be tamed, I’m unapologetically me.
I sit for a while staring around, watching the dancefloor from my position.
Bodies writhing, music pumping, smoke lingers in the air.
I neck one drink and then another, but nothing catches my eye.
I rise, glancing around one last time before deciding this isn’t the right place.
All the people and all the chaos that surrounds me, it just feels… empty.
I step out of the club. I need a release, and I’m not going to get it from here.
There’s another place I can go just down the block.
I saunter down the road. To the average onlooker, I look like I don’t have a care in the world.
But I watch. I see everything. I’m always on high alert.
I can’t be too blasé about it, as there are too many people out here who would welcome my demise.
I push to the front of the queue. The seedier bar isn’t my first choice, but I know I’ll have a sure thing here. I just need to look a little harder.
The VIP area is just a rope separating some seating from the rest of the bar, nothing fancy—but I’m shown to the area by a waitress who flirts and touches my arm, telling me she’ll get me whatever I want.
As she bites her lip and flutters her eyes at me, she’s seriously barking up the wrong tree when it comes to that.
I’m gay, always have been. Women just do nothing for me. I would have done my duty with Arianna. I would have produced an heir, but it would be an obligation, nothing more. But men, they break so beautifully, it’s like a drug.
As I’m about to sit down, I catch a glimpse of him, the man who’s been taunting me in my dreams. Those bright blue eyes, the quirk of his lip as he smiles at his friends, he certainly has my attention.
From the small interaction I had with him.
I can admit I’m drawn to him. I sit at the end of my seat and lean into the waitress.
“See him.” I point, and she follows my line of sight. She nods. “Put his drinks on my tab.”
She frowns at me. “And you are?”
“Bellino Ricci.” Her eyes widen, and I smirk as I fold myself against the back of the seat. When she comes back with my drinks, she barely makes eye contact and scurries away.
I smirk as I see him looking around before his eyes meet mine.
Leonardo blows out a breath and moves towards me.
His eyes stay on me as he pushes his way across the dancefloor.
Reaching the roped area, the bouncer stops him before turning to look at me, and I nod.
He climbs up the steps and walks towards me.
He’s a feast for the eyes; he has on jeans tucked in loose-fitting combat boots with a khaki shirt on.
I can see the outline of his trim body; he clearly looks after himself, and I lick my lips.
He looks sexy as fuck, and my mouth waters.
That blond hair, tousled and sexy, looks like he’s just stepped off a runway.
Those piercing blue eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol.
He stands in front of me. His arms cross, and he glares down at me.
“If you think buying me drinks will make me put a good word in for you with my sister, it won’t; we’re not that close. We barely even speak.”
“Good to know.” I quirk the side of my lip up and nod to the seat at the side of me. He turns as if he’s going to leave but then sits down. “Why my sister?”
“I’m not marrying your sister.”
“You’re not?” The confusion that spreads across his face is cute.
“No, I’m not.”
He frowns as he stares at me. “Why?”
“Why indeed?” I muse. Keeping watch on him from the corner of my eye as I look out across the dancefloor.
“Are you some kind of big deal or something?”
I turn to look at him, his face so perfect, so innocent. I want to snatch my hand out, grab him by the throat and tug him in for a kiss, but I compose myself and whisper. “Or something.”
He stares at me for a second before standing, smiling down at me. “Thanks for the drinks.” As he goes to step back down the step, he turns to look at me over his shoulder, and he gives me a tight-lipped smile.
I want to reach out and grab him. I want to pull him into my lap and grind him against my dick.
I want to see how delicious he is under those clothes, but I wipe my face void of any emotion and nod as he walks back to his friends.
My eyes don’t stray from him for the rest of the night.
I watch his every move. His every laugh and smile.
When he dances, there’s something mesmerising about him.
I can’t help but know what I have to do.
Arianna’s right. It’s time to take out my father and take what I want.
My sights are firmly set on Leonardo De Luca. He will be mine.
Every drink he has, he gets bolder. I don’t know if he realises he’s flirting, but it’s definitely keeping my interest piqued.
I’ve had a couple of offers from both sexes, but I’ve brushed them off, my eyes trained on him, every drink I pay for, he looks at me, smirks and raises his glass before going back to dancing and laughing with his friends.
It’s sexy as fuck, and it’s taking everything in me to not pull my dick out here and now and pleasure myself at the sight of him.
He’s so fucking handsome, so carefree, and I want to claim him.
I want to storm over there, snatch him from his friends and bury my dick in him.
I internally groan. Inside, I’m writhing, gyrating, fucking, rutting against him.
Externally, my face is void, my body language relaxed but unapproachable. My gaze never strays from him.
I sip at my whiskey, wanting to stay sober in case he needs me, in case he comes back over.
I need to protect him at all costs. My nostrils flare at a girl who wanders over and paws at him, rubbing her hands up and over his chest. I stand, fists clenched at my sides as he smiles at her, but peels her off him, stepping back, he stumbles a little.
Trying to right himself, his friends laugh, but he bumps into the man behind him.
He spins on Leonardo, grabbing at him. There’s a scream, a loud, piercing scream, and then slight pain in my arm.
When I look down, it’s the girl who was with the man. I’m in the middle of the dancefloor, and I have the man by the throat. Blood pools on his face, falls from his lips, his teeth coated, his nose gushing as she scratches and claws at my arm that’s gripping him tighter.
The bouncers screech to a halt as they see me before I let go, throwing the guy on the floor.
Snatching the guy and the girl away, the bouncers escort them out.
I turn, grabbing Leonardo. His eyes glassy.
A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes so unfocused, so dazed, I’m pretty sure he has no idea what actually just happened.
When I look around, his friends are dancing and laughing, totally oblivious to the fact that he could have been injured, hurt or worse.
I bend down, leaning my shoulder into his waist before lifting him up.
He flops onto my back, and I pull my phone from my pocket, calling my driver.
By the time I’ve breached the outside, my driver is there waiting with the back door open.
I slide Leonardo into the back seat and slip in beside him.
He groans and grumbles as he flops his head down into my lap and rubs his cheek against my pant leg before he smiles.
“You smell good,” he mumbles, followed by soft snores.
I close my eyes as his hand is on my thigh, so fucking close to my dick.
I can’t function. I lean my head back as I wrap my arm across his shoulder, holding him tight so he doesn’t slide off the back seat.
I need to make this a reality. I need to make sure I secure him as my own, and I need my father out of the way to do it.
I keep my eyes closed while I plot his demise because it needs to happen, and it needs to happen soon.
As my driver pulls up at his dorm, I sigh, knowing I have to do this right.
I can’t just take him home with me and never let him leave, regardless of how much I want to.
I step out of the vehicle and toss him back over my shoulder.
I do, however, cop a grope at his ass while it’s in my face, and fuck if I don’t nearly come in my pants at the firmness of it.
I want to lean over and bite it. I want to throw him down on the bed and slam my solid, painful dick inside him and make him mine.
I climb the stairs to his dorm. I groan, knowing that I need to go through the right channels.
Father out of the way, proposal to his father. Marry him, fuck him forever.
I try his door, but it’s locked. I fiddle in his pockets, making sure to brush against his dick and ass as much as possible while he’s passed out on my shoulder, until I find his keys.
I push into his dorm, and I snarl at the space.
He deserves more than this. Better than sharing with someone I don’t approve of.
I scan over the beds and pick the neater one of the two.
I lay him down gently, so as not to wake him.
I open the drawers at the side of his bed, scanning for items to determine whose bed is whose.
When I find a notebook with Leo written on it, I open it up, flicking through the pages. They’re drawings of buildings. They’re beautifully intricate, and I scan every page. There’s something so delicate about all the lines and edges that intrigues me.
I lean over to look at him. He’s so beautiful, so peaceful.
I reach down and slide his boots off. I slowly slide my hand over the leg of his jeans and up towards his groin.
I cup him, grinning as he stiffens in my hand.
I slowly unbutton his jeans before dragging them down his legs and tossing them onto the floor.
His grey boxers strain under his hard dick, and I rub my finger gently over the hard, hot bulge.
His hips squirm, and I smile down at him.
I unbutton his shirt, splaying it open so I can see his bare chest; he’s toned and tanned, lean muscle. Unmarked, perfect. I lean over and slide my tongue around his nipple, and he groans as I suck it into my mouth, my gaze trained on his, his hips buck, and I slide my hand inside his boxers.
The bead of precum covers my thumb, and I try to resist the urge to take more, but I’m not a good man.
I slide further down the bed. I tug his dick out of the front of his boxers, and I lick over the end.
My eyes flutter at his heady scent, and I stare up at him as I wrap my tongue and lips around his hard shaft.
I slide my mouth totally over him, enclosing him inside before taking him to the back of my throat.
The rumble that comes through my chest at his taste makes my dick pulse with need.
I want to be inside him. I need to be inside him, but I can’t, not yet.
I will have to wait until the wedding night.
I take my phone out of my pocket and film him, the look on his face as I suck and slurp at his dick.
The writhing he does against my face, the noise I make when his dick hits the back of my throat—I film it all.
I rut against the bed, unashamed that this man here will be mine and that I actually feel something. I want him. I need him.
His breath stutters, his legs tense, and he fires his cum down my throat. I slurp every drop. I drink from him like he’s the only thing I’ll ever taste again. As I slide my mouth off his dick, I’m panting, flushed and completely gone for this man.
I step into the kitchenette. I fill a glass with water and search for some painkillers.
I place them at the side of the bed. As I look over his body, I hear scuffling down the hall.
I step to the side of the door as it shoves open.
His roommate and a girl stumble inside. I glance over at Leonardo, but he’s still passed out, his dick barely encased in his boxers, chest bare, and I can’t resist snapping another photo before I slip out of the open door.
His roommate and the girl collapse on the bed laughing, and I click the door closed as I step out into the corridor. I glance in both directions before flicking the collar up on my coat and making my way back to my car.
Now time to replay the video and form my plan. I need him sooner rather than later. I need to make this happen now.