21. Orion
Orion
I went back to Vince, because of course I did. Because I always did. The Angelini home was the only home I’d ever known, and until he officially told me not to come back, I’d keep trying.
He hadn’t changed the locks, which felt like an invitation. Upon my arrival, the lights were on, but the house was quiet. There were two mugs of coffee on the kitchen counter, and I bristled at the sight.
Who had been here with him?
Swallowing down my bitter jealousy, I headed up the stairs to Vince’s office, where I found him sitting behind the desk that used to be his father’s.
He looked good there, but it was too big for him, too showy.
Vince hadn’t ever been any of those things, no matter how much he wanted or how hard he tried.
“I was wondering when you’d come back,” he mused, not looking up from the papers he held, but setting them down on the desk in front of him. “Did you take care of the priest?”
“He should have gotten stitches,” I said.
“I didn’t know you had it in you.” Vince pushed the papers away and leaned back, finally shifting his gaze to me. He looked tired, with bags beneath his eyes and a few days’ worth of scruff on his jaw. I’d just seen him two days before. How had he taken such a turn?
“I just did what I was told.”
“Yeah,” Vince said softly. “You’re pretty good at that, aren’t you?”
He rolled his left shoulder with a grimace, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Is my penance paid?” I asked. “Sir.”
He ignored my question. “Tell me what you and the priest talked about after I left.”
Clearly, no. My penance was far from over.
“He’s obsessed with you,” I answered.
“And you let that slide?”
“I made him bleed more,” I admitted. “I hurt him again.”
“After I left the church, I met a man on the street and let him suck me off in the alley,” Vince told me, very matter of fact.
I swayed forward on my feet, my head going dizzy at his statement. Was the priest not enough? He had to give himself to strangers as well? At least Jacob was a threat I could know .
“Say it,” Vince prompted. “Whatever you’re thinking, say it.”
“I would have sucked you off if the priest wasn’t good enough to sate your need.”
He chuckled, his mouth angling up in the corner. “Is that why you think I did it?”
“I don’t know why you did it.”
“Don’t I deserve everything, Orion?”
“You do,” I agreed, hating how true it was.
“The priest was good and so was the stranger,” he said, reaching beneath the desk and tearing open his belt. “But you’re better.”
“Sir,” I rasped.
“Crawl, Orion. Get on your hands and knees like the good dog you want to be and crawl.”
I was on all fours before I even knew what was happening, before I’d even told my body to comply. I crawled from the door to behind the desk, shivering at the sight of Vince’s thick cock pointing toward the ceiling. The second coffee cup I’d seen in the kitchen already forgotten.
“What if I wanted them both?” he asked.
“What?”
“If I wanted the priest and the stranger,” he said. “What if I wanted all three of you for myself?”
I breathed hard, chest heaving until the only sound I could hear was my heart beating like a bass drum in my ears.
There were a thousand answers to his question and only one of them was right.
I had to decide in that moment just how much Vince Angelini meant to me, had to decide how much I wanted him.
Was I willing to share this man with not just one more person, but two?
And if two, then would it be three and four down the road?
He stroked a loose fist up the length of his shaft and I blinked hard, my mouth too dry to form words.
“Do you need time to think about it?” he asked.
“No,” I whispered.
I’d been shared before. I’d been shared cruelly and violently, but that wasn’t what Vince was asking.
He wanted me to share him , on his own accord and of his own free will.
I didn’t understand his fascination with the priest and I didn’t know a single thing about whatever stranger had tripped and fallen onto his dick the night before, but didn’t it make more sense to keep these men closer?
He wasn’t asking to be passed around the way I’d been passed.
It was different.
He was different.
“Orion,” he said my name like a warning.
I would have fucked the priest, with my fingers dug into the bloody wounds on his back. I surely would have put my cock into him and fucked him until we were both covered in it. I would have performed the whole night if it was what Vince had asked of me…of us.
“I just want to come home,” I said.
“Where is your home? ”
“Here,” I whispered. “At your feet.”
“And in my bed?” he asked.
I blinked hard, ignoring the tears that threatened to overflow from the corners of my eyes.
“Yes.” He arched a brow, and I corrected, “Yes, Sir.”
Precum leaked from his dick, and he smeared it down his shaft with the tips of his fingers. Groaning, he threw his head back and stroked himself until he came, shooting jets of hot cum over his fingers.
I salivated.
I wanted .
“Come here,” he demanded, voice low and gravelly.
I crawled closer until I was tucked between his spread legs.
Vince fisted my hair and dragged his still throbbing cock across my face and slapped me across the cheek with his sticky fingers until I moaned.
He tightened his hold on me, twisted his fingers against my scalp, and yanked until I was sure he’d pulled hair straight out from the root.
“If you ever betray me again, I’ll fucking end you,” he warned, the promise hot against my ear. “I will put you out on the street, Orion, and I will make sure everyone knows you’re a traitor. Are we clear?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t even nod. “Yes, Sir.”
Something washed over his face that almost looked like relief, but he tugged my face down into his lap, pushing his spent cock into my mouth like a pacifier. I rested my cheek against his thigh and suckled on him, happy to be home.
“Later today I want you to go to the church,” he said, swiveling his chair and notching me beneath his desk.
I knew what was coming without being told. My first test of loyalty, and it was one I couldn’t fail.
“And don’t come back without the priest.”