Page 15 of The Vendetti Soldier

“Please. Please taste me, Luciano,” he begs, and without hesitation, I squeeze the swollen head, precum dripping all over the floor. “Oh fuck,” he gasps with my sudden move.

“Mm, you need to come badly; I can feel it.” My free hand moves to his sac, giving it a tug and making him moan. His head falls back as he gazes heavenward, so I stop. “Eyes on me. I don’t get on my knees for just anyone. You will belong to me, so you will look at me while I bring you pleasure.”

His stare finds mine, cheeks ruddy as his mouth pops open. He pants, watching me with so much desire it’s consuming his every thought. There isn’t a doubt in my mind I’m the only thing he’s thinking of in this moment. The power it gives me is a high all on its own.

“Ready for me, bell’uomo?”

At his nod of confirmation, I lean in and deep-throat him. Relaxing my jaw, I take his cock until it’s in my throat and I can swallow. With each move, he cries out, and I know damn well anyone in the suite will be able to hear him. I love that I’m the one making him lose control and be loud. My senses implode with his taste and scent, making it even more difficult to hold back from fucking him how I want to.

Quick and dirty.

I won’t, though; I don’t want him feeling cheap and used but cherished and satisfied.

His hands fist at his sides, but he can’t hold them there for long as eventually one moves to cup my face. He watches every bob of my head, taking in each powerful suck and release until he appears dizzy enough to fall over. “C-can I touch you?” he chokes out, and I crave nothing more.

Pulling back, I allow the tip of his cock to rest against my lips as I murmur, “Of course.” I leave offalways,although I want to say it. He will be mine forever; I want him to touch me whenever he gets the urge. He nearly chokes me as he slides down the outside of the shower again, quickly moving to the side so he can reach my underwear. Eagerly, he dips his hand under the elastic, pushing them down enough to palm my cock. The moment he leans forward and wraps his lips around me, sucking hard enough, I nearly black out.

I wasn’t expectingthat.

Not one to be drawn off task, I run two fingers along the sensitive skin of his taint, feeling the cum still dripping from his pert little ass. He certainly doesn’t skip his squats, as his ass is a thing of beauty. I know several who’d wish to have his globes. Lapping at the tip of his cock, he moans and cries out around my length, sending delicious vibrations through me all the way down to my toes. My fingertips rim his hole, using Santino’s cum as lubrication before dipping them inside. His cock jerks, thenthrobs as I slowly pull my fingers out and then gently press them back inside, deeper.

Panting around my cock, he releases me to stare at me in fear. Tears leak from his eyes as he pleads, “Please, Luciano, please can I come? It hurts.”

“Your cock hurts, baby? You need to come that badly?”

He nods, breathing deeply as he attempts to hold off until I give him permission. He’s afraid I won’t allow it, but he’s wrong. I want him to have so much pleasure it never crosses his mind to look at another. I’d kill them regardless, as in this marriage I will not tolerate him going outside the famiglia.

“You may come, but only in my mouth. Don’t spill a drop.”

“I promise.” He sighs in relief, and the next time my head lowers over him, warm spurts of cum coat my tongue. The moment his essence hits my taste buds, I explode, coming all over his face. The orgasm is swift and intense, my body clenching as I ride through each powerful wave of pleasure.

It was perfect;hewas perfect.

Standing, I garner my wits while staring at him down by my feet. “You’re so fucking pretty wearing my cum.” Running my fingers still covered in Santino’s cum through my own, I press them into his mouth. “Taste us,” I demand, and he obediently opens more, allowing me to stuff as much cum as possible inside. “Savor it and swallow.” I watch as he holds it on his tongue a few minutesbefore swallowing at my nod. Holding my palm out to him again, I help him to his feet and meet his clear gray eyes. “You’re going to be a Vendetti soon, and just so we’re clear, the only person I share with is Santino. If I find out you’ve touched another, I will kill you. Do I make myself clear?”

His expression is full of shock as he nods. “Crystal clear. But just so you’re aware, I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve fantasized about you since I found out you’re bi. Having you as my husband is literally a dream come true for me.”

“Mm? And how long have you fantasized, exactly?”

“Five years.”

Now it’s my turn to be stunned. I wasn’t expecting him to say years, let alone five. “Cazzo, baby,” I whisper, pulling him to me, wrapping my arms around him. He reciprocates immediately, ghosting soft kisses over my neck as he burrows into me for affection. How did I get this lucky? I don’t know how mio fratello does it, but somehow Matteo knows how to match each of us whether we want it or not. I was dreading marriage, but to this creature, well, it doesn’t make me feel like I’m dying inside.

“Let’s go to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow.”

He nods, quickly using the sink to clean his face. Grabbing a couple extra robes, I wait until he’s finished washing, then help get him into the robe, tying it tightly around his waist. I put mine on next, grab my clothes off the floor, and twine our fingers together. “I can’t believe they came at us like they did.”

Leading him to my suite, I nod. “It’ll be okay; we took care of them, and in a few days, they’ll learn this sort of thing won’t shake us from uniting our famiglias.”

“What do you mean?” he asks as I open my door and release the hold on his hand.

Closing it behind us, I share, “Matteo has decided to move the weddings up.” He follows me into the bedroom, watching as I toss my clothes into the hamper right inside my closet. “I’m going to take Mischa to a few places tomorrow to help her find a dress. My tailor will be stopping by tomorrow to fit you with what you’d like. It’ll be a little difficult to get certain options flown in overnight, but she’ll do her best to accommodate whatever you have in mind. Any custom requests need to be expressed to her immediately.”

“Wait, Luciano, when are we getting married?”

“In three days.”

His jaw drops. “And Papa knows this?”

---