Page 14 of The Vendetti Soldier

He whimpers, spurring me on to push deeper. He obviously hasn’t had a cock as big as mine before, as his body is stiff. My hand drops from his neck, moving down his chest. He’s not overly muscular, his body softer than mine. My perusal pauses to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I don’t move it, except to squeeze it randomly. Each time my fist flexes, he moans,loudly. I wonder if Mischa would join in if she found us like this.

Working my hips, I eventually thrust my way inside, gritting my teeth in the process. “Cazzo,” I huff out the curse. He’s crazy tight, and it has my head growing light, stars dancing in my vision. Rather than allowing me a chance to catch my breath and him to adjust to my size, Rorik pops his hips. I squeeze his cock in response, so he does it again and again. I’m going to explode ifhe doesn’t stop. “Do not come. You hear me? You come without permission, and so help me; I will rip you apart.”

He whimpers again, desire reflecting in his expression before he clenches his eyes and takes every thrust I give him. Tears trail down his face, and I don’t know if it’s from the size of my cock or the denied pleasure. Could be a combination of both, but whatever it is, it only serves to motivate me more.

I fuck him without abandon. Not once concerned with needing to be gentle as I would if he were a woman. No, Rorik offers me a taste I’ve never had before: freedom in my passion, and I take full advantage of it. Sobs wrack him as I find my release deep inside his tight channel, and I know then I’ll be back for more. I won’t want it from just anyone either, only him when it comes to this.

Moving my hands from his hip and cock, I pull him away from the wall until he’s using me to hold him up. He leans his head back on my shoulder, turning to meet my gaze. He offers me his full submission, and in return, I lightly run my fingers through his hair, relishing his bloodshot eyes and puffy face from sobbing. I want him to always look like this.

Needy.

Desperate.

Eager to please.

The Russian prince willing to fall to his knees for me.

“You will not come unless me or Luciano permit it. Capisci?”

He swallows, clearing his throat before he gives me the ultimate pleasure.

Control.

“I understand.”

“Good boy.”

Chapter 7

Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home. - unknown

Luciano

Ifind them outof the shower, drying off. Santino seems relaxed, but Rorik looks as if he’s ready to burst. He sits on the floor, back propped against the shower with his legs spread as his cock juts forward, swollen, red, and angry. There are trails where tears have streaked down his cheeks, and he’s never appeared sexier. Knowing mio fratello just fucked him has me ready to pounce. Santino gives me a chin lift, wraps the towel around his waist, and leaves us alone.

My tie goes first, then my fingers fly over my buttons, peeling my shirt free. When I pull my belt off, I give the leather a quick snap, drawing Rorik’s tormented gaze to me. The desire swirls in his irises, matching mine. Tossing the belt to the side, I step out of my shoes and then drop my trousers. I’m left in my Armani briefs as I approach him. He’s gorgeous—tanned skin with wavy golden locks that are already drying from the shower. Although, knowing mio fratello, he probably never gave him a chance to bathe, just fucked him like an animal. We’ve shared too many for me not to be well-versed in his style. He’s a selfish lover, and so many blindly allow it. They feed off of his brief spurt of attention, never demanding more from him.

With a flick of my hand, I gesture for him to stand, holding my palm to him. He places his fingers in mine, allowing me to help him stand. My thumbs find his cheeks, smearing the remaining tears away. “Bell’uomo, are you okay?” I softly ask.

His lip trembles, making me want to bite it. He nods, flicking his gaze down to his cock. Poor thing, knowing Santy, he purposely left him like this, not allowing him to come. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, as if he’s done something to displease me, but it’s the opposite.

I shake my head, wearing a smile. “I never said you were completely mine; I share. It won’t work with us if you are only bound to me. He can have you too.” Rorik’s teeth sink into his lower lip, but I release it with my thumb. The only teeth biting into that plump natural beauty of his will be mine. “Did he let you come, baby?”

“No, but he came inside me.”

I lean in, whispering against his mouth, “Mm, so you’re dripping withVendetticum already.” My cock is thick, ready for me to take my turn, but if he’s going to be mine for the rest of our lives, then I’m going to take my time. Pleasure him and let him see it won’t always be about me. “Let me help you, mio bell’uomo,” I murmur and gently press him against the shower wall, trailing my lips across his jaw. I nip and suck love bites across his throat, leaving behind a massive hickey where his neck meets his chest. No one will see it but me and Santino, and it’s all that matters to me. If for some reason another does, they will know he’sowned.

By a Vendetti, no less.

I hope he realizes what it means to belong to this famiglia. My lips continue their path south, drawing his tiny, pebbled nipple into my mouth; I suck greedily before my tongue carves a path lower. His body is insane, not overly muscular or anything, but toned enough I can see each dip, and so help me, I want to taste every inch. Following his happy trail with my tongue, I nip each hip, appreciating the V leading me to what I want to touch the most.

Getting on my knees before him, I stare up, meeting his intense gaze. His breaths come out in pants, his chest moving with each deep inhale and exhale as he waits on pins and needles to see what I’ll do next. I’m in control here, not him. “I want you,” he confesses, and it’s music to my ears. He’s so sweet; I want to eat him up.

“I want to taste your pretty, stiff cock. Are you okay with that, baby?”

“Please,” he whispers the plea, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. He couldn’t be any more perfect for me if I’d wished him into existence.

“Louder,” I command.

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