Page 40 of Corporate Bondage

“Oh God Keith, that’s so heartbreaking.” He cupped my face. “I see now why you reacted that way last night. I’m sorry. I really am sorry.”

“I killed someone, Gio.” My heart thumped crazily in my chest at the admission. “It was messy and bloody, and I left him there.”

Gio fastened his lips on mine. “You did it to survive, and I’m glad you did. Do you hear me, Keith? I’m glad you did what you had to survive.”

I clung to him and kissed him back, groaning into his mouth. His acceptance of me, troubled and all only worked to fuel my passion for him. I slid my hands down his muscled back and further down to grip his ass. I wanted to show him that there was so much more to me than the humiliation I had treated him to, the first time we had sex. I wanted to make love to him and have every part of his body tingling afterward.

“Bedroom,” he mumbled against my lips. “The kitchen’s for food.”

I growled but walked with him awkwardly, still kissing, hands tugging at each other’s clothes. “Who says the kitchen has to have only one function?”

We were down to our jeans, sans shoes and shirt by the time we reached his bedroom. I eased him back onto the bed and reached for the snaps of his jeans. I quickly divested him of the rest of his clothes until he was gloriously naked before me. I shucked my own jeans and underwear before climbing over him. He wrapped his arms around my back, his blunt nails digging into my flesh as I kissed him again. He shifted against me, and I ground my pelvis into his, eliciting a moan from him that rippled through him and entered my body.

“Fuck, Gio.” I kissed his bruised cheek tenderly. He tilted his neck back, and I kissed across his cheek to his ear. “You’ll either be the death of me or my salvation. I want you so fucking much. Is it dysfunctional to be a little obsessed with you?”

He shifted his head so our lips hovered over each other's again. “Who cares? I feel the same way about you.”

Clutching his hands, I locked them above his head with mine. Restraint was in my blood and bondage would always be a part of me.

“Fuck, the door,” he groaned beneath me.

I raised my head to look at him, puzzled. “What?”

“There’s someone at the door,” he replied.

Fuck, he was right. Whoever was out there wasn’t just knocking. They were pounding down his door in urgency.

“They’ll go away,” I murmured, slithering down his body to cup his cock. I licked the crown and sucked the head into my mouth. His hips jerked, and he moaned before he gripped a handful of my hair and tugged.

“It may be my parents, Keith,” he groaned. “Let me just check and get rid of whoever is out there.”

I relaxed on top of him, my cock aching. He rolled us over so I was beneath him. He kissed down my chest and wrapped those plump lips of his around the tip of my cock. “I’ll be back.”

I hated letting him go, but there was no way I wanted that distraction of whoever was pounding on the door. I lay back, my hands folded beneath my head and stared at my impressive cock, feeling smug. I couldn’t wait to have him beneath me again. This time, I wouldn’t stop until we both had our orgasms. I wanted his legs around my waist, staring into his eyes as I fucked him and drove us both to the peak.

Raised voices drew my concern, and I slipped off the bed, recognizing Tate’s voice. What the hell was he doing here? I grabbed my underwear and slipped into them, hurrying out of the bedroom at the angry voices. A fuming Tate had Gio against the wall. Gio wouldn’t even fight back. I wasn’t sure if I was madder at him for allowing Tate to manhandle him or at Tate for grabbing what I considered mine, in such a manner.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, checking over Gio that he was unhurt. I was ambivalent about seeing him with Tate even in such a position. Last night he had been willing to start a fight with me, but he allowed Tate to walk all over him. What the fuck was up with that? He was over Tate, wasn’t he?

He glanced from Gio to me in disbelief, his face turning even redder as he summed up our relationship.

“You’re fucking him?” he spat at Gio, slamming him into the wall. “You figured because I couldn’t love you the way you wanted that you’d just sleep with the enemy and plot against me?”

“I swear we had nothing to do with Bryan’s disappearance,” Gio responded.

Wait, what? Bryan had disappeared?

“And I’m supposed to believe all this is coincidental?” Tate demanded.

I’d have enough. “What business is it of yours who he chooses to fuck?” Seeing him and Gio only reminded me that I was second best. I felt like everything Gio had just told me was bullshit. “You get Bryan, and I get Giovanni. Seems like a fair trade.”

A flash of rage crossed his face just as I had expected. I tried to keep my calm even when Tate’s fist smashed into my face. I had already been in a dark place last night and couldn’t afford to have another episode today. My anger threatened to overwhelm me, and I couldn’t rely on my control not to snap if I fed into it. The next time he hit me, I tried to block him, and we ended up on the floor, Tate straddling my chest.

“That was for all the times you knocked him around!” he growled at me, pulling his fist back. “This is for kidnapping him.”

Gio grabbed his fist before it landed. “Tate, I promise you, we did not take Bryan. Would we be here having sex if we had?”

Tate pulled his hand away from Gio’s reach. “Then what the hell is going on here?”

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