43. Caspian
Caspian
I recounted the story for Vince. Told him all about my father and the restaurant and taking the job to get money.
I foolishly thought killing strangers would be easy, and it had been…
until the call wasn’t about a stranger. It was about him.
Then the restaurant didn’t matter as much, my father’s debts…
it was like a light bulb and been switched on and I saw my life as my own for the very first time.
When I finished, Vince was quiet for so long, I started to worry my explanation wasn’t good enough.
Worried he had a gun under his desk that he was going to aim at my face again…
and, fuck, I would have deserved it. Shit had just gotten so off-track.
I’d made deals I didn’t understand, and I’d never wanted out of my own life more than I did now.
I’d hurt so many people, and not just the ones I killed.
“Orion.” Vince cleared his throat. “Take Jacob with you to get dinner for the four of us. I need to speak with Caspian alone.”
Orion ground his molars like Vince had asked him to eat glass.
“There are no secrets between us, pet,” Vince said next, tone soft around the edges. “And besides, you know where you sleep at night. Don’t be jealous. It’s not becoming of you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Orion bit out, stalking out of the office with Jacob on his heels. As soon as they were gone and the door was closed, my knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor with a barely restrained cry.
“He loathes me.” I hated how much it sounded like a whine.
Vince chuckled and came around to the other side of his desk, sitting down with his back against the front of it, his legs stretched out toward where I lay crumpled.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Vince promised me. “But he doesn’t like you.”
I groaned, pushing into a seated position near his right calf.
“Does that bother you?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you,” I admitted.
“Do you want him?”
“He scares me.”
Vince made an amused sound in the back of his throat. “He is intimidating, I’ll give you that. ”
“Has he killed people before?”
“More than you, I’m sure,” he answered, crooking a finger to beckon me closer.
The bullet I’d taken earlier had grazed across my lower leg, just below my knee.
It took a chunk of skin out and I’d lost what felt like a lot of blood, but my mobility wasn’t terribly restricted.
I went to Vince, nearer the desk, barely grimacing when he lifted me up onto his lap.
It positioned me over him, and I took advantage of the rare opportunity to look down into his face rather than up.
“He’s a hitman,” I said. “And you’re a prince.”
The corner of Vince’s mouth quirked up. “And what are you?”
“A stupid man who didn’t understand the terms of the deal,” I muttered.
Vince’s hands came around my waist, grinding me down into his lap. It was impossible to not groan at the heat of him, and even harder to keep my mind from going blank at the hot press of his cock against my ass.
“The only way out is to kill me, isn’t it?” he asked, sliding a hand up the small of my back and pulling me down toward his mouth. His eyes were dark and hooded…dangerous.
“It’s me or you,” I said.
Vince hummed and slanted our mouths together, making quick work of spreading my lips and spearing his tongue inside.
He swirled his around mine, lifting his ass up off the floor to push more insistently against my ass.
Curling my hands over his shoulders, I let him kiss me as deep as he wanted because there was no fighting against a man like Vince Angelini.
Even if there were, I didn’t want to.
“I’ll kill her before it comes to that,” Vince whispered into my mouth, pushing away from the desk.
He surged up and over, until I landed on the carpet with a thud, and then his hand worked quickly between our bodies, stripping me out of my pants and my underwear.
He shoved my shirt up under my chin, dragged his fingernails across my stomach, then pulled open his belt and shoved down his slacks.
He was completely dressed, with his thick erection in his hand, stroking the slippery tip between my ass crack until it poked against my hole.
Vince pushed forward, with nowhere near enough force to get inside, but more than enough to test the resistance.
He groaned, a full body shiver tearing though him.
“You’re going to be so fucking tight, aren’t you?” He kissed away from my mouth, down my neck and up to my ear, nipping at the lobe before standing up and going back to his desk.
I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, worried he was going to leave me there on the floor, half naked. Instead, he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, tearing the latter with his teeth as he stalked back to my spot on in the middle of his Persian rug.
Towering over me, Vince held my stare as he rolled the condom down his length, and longer still after he squirted lube onto his shaft and his fingers.
He looked at my cock next, smaller than his but just as hard.
His nostrils flared, then he was back between my legs, pressing slippery fingers into the part of me that had resisted him just seconds before.
He didn’t go easy on me, but I somehow knew he went harder on Orion. Two thick and long fingers pressed all the way into me on the first try, twisting and immediately searching out my prostate. Precum leaked out of my cock and I cried out, arching off the floor as he covered my body with his.
“Don’t be quiet,” he warned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me with a ruthless efficiency. “I want to hear everything.”
My legs already trembled, and by the time Vince traded his fingers for his cock, it had already been the best fuck of my life.
As his thick shaft stretched me wider than I ever had been before, it was only the weight of his body on top of mine that kept me pinned to the floor.
He was a man of his word, fucking me so hard I forgot everything except for the heat where our bodies were joined together.
Even through the thin barrier of the condom, every ridge of his cock dragged against me, the tip thrusting relentlessly against my prostate with every thrust.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck and grabbed my dick, which was the only extra touch I needed to fall over the highest cliff I’d ever climbed. I shouted his name as I came against his fingers, pleading for more and more and more until my voice cracked and faded away .
Every cell in my body was alive and primed, focused on Vince and the pleasure he delivered.
It was the only thing I’d ever truly wanted, and now it was mine.
He was mine, to a degree. But with his cock stuffed so fully inside of me, it was easy to forget anyone else existed.
I did wonder if Orion and Jacob would be jealous, if they would fuck each other or wait for him.
I didn’t understand what was happening between the four of us, and I didn’t even know if we’d make it out alive.
With every pump of his hips, Vince fucked those thoughts and worries right out of me.
Another orgasm began to build at the base of my spine, and I had nowhere to go, nothing to do besides hold myself open and take whatever he wanted to give me.
That was the way of it with a man like Vince Angelini, I imagined.