Page 34 of The Price of Mercy

When they finally broke apart, Julian was breathless, lips tingling. Enzo stared at him; dark eyes filled with something Julian wasn’t ready to name.

“Say it,” Enzo murmured, thumb brushing against Julian’s lower lip.

Julian swallowed hard. “Say what?”

“That you want this.”

Julian’s chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. He knew the moment he admitted it; everything would change. But the truth was, it already had.

He met Enzo’s gaze, steady despite the storm raging inside him. “I want this.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Enzo’s face. “Good.”

Julian barely had time to react before Enzo lifted him onto the desk, pushing between his legs, their mouths colliding once more. This time, there was no hesitation. Hands roamed, gripping, pulling, learning. Julian gasped as Enzo’s fingers traced up his spine, setting every nerve ablaze.

Enzo’s lips left a scorching path down his throat, teeth scraping just enough to make Julian shudder. “You drive me insane,” Enzo muttered against his skin. “Do you know that?”

Julian’s breath hitched. “Right back at you.”

They moved together in a desperate rhythm, all restraint stripped away. Enzo was fire; unyielding, consuming, a force that Julian had no choice but to surrender to. And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t want to fight it anymore.

Enzo gripped the middle of Julian’s shirt and pulled, ripping it apart, the buttons flying to the ground like confetti. He dragged the shirt down to his wrists but left it there, effectively tying Julian’s hands.

“Fuck,” Julian groaned, as the man attacked his neck again, his chest, biting his nipple while his fingers played with the other.

His pants were the next to go, as Enzo pulled them off in a smooth movement that would have impressed Julian if he hadn’t been so lost in lust, desperate for Enzo’s touch.

“Please…” Julian begged, for what? He wasn’t even sure. All he knew was that he needed Enzo to touch him, fuck him, break him apart until there was nothing left.

“Yes… Beg… Beg for it… Beg for me…” Enzo growled before grabbing his hair and pulling him closer, kissing him so desperately as if trying to consume him entirely. Then he was suddenly gone and Julian’s eyes snapped open in confusion, only to all but roll back into his skull as they fell on Enzo.

His shirt was unbuttoned, his vast ink glistening from sweat and making Julian salivate at the sight, as he imagined himself licking every inch of the tattoos.

His hair was a mess, his eyes glowing as he stared at Julian, but the thing that took Julian’s breath away was the fact that he was kneeling.

He was on the ground between Julian’s legs, and the sight of the formidable Enzo Moretti, Mafia Boss who the entire city feared, in such a vulnerable position made Julian grateful that he was already sitting.

“Oh fuck!” Julian cursed as Enzo swallowed his cock all the way to the root. He was unrelenting, his pace both too slow and too fast, making Julian sob as he tried not to move, not wanting to hurt him.

“Suck.” Enzo suddenly said, his fingers pressing against Julian’s mouth, before he returned to trying to drive Julian insane with his tongue and mouth.

For once, Julian did as he was told, his lips parting and then quickly closing around the fingers. He sucked with abandon, with the same passion that Enzo was bestowing to his cock, his mouth salivating at the thought of them in opposite positions. Himself on his knees for Enzo.

After a moment, the fingers disappeared leaving him strangely hollow, but not for long as he felt one of them press gently but firmly against his ass.

“Fuck!” He cursed again as it breached him, the sensation foreign and yet familiar. He spread his legs further, desperate for more despite the slight pain at the intrusion.

The one finger was soon joined by another, then another, as Enzo stretched him, scissoring them. And then it happened, the pads of his fingers touched that little spot, and Julian howled.

He knew that he was too loud, that there were guards in front of the office that could and most certainly did hear him just then, but he couldn’t care less in that moment. He was lost in the sensation; in Enzo’s touch, in his mouth.

“Please…” he begged shamelessly, “Please…”

“Please what?” Enzo asked, his voice raspy due to his abused throat. He stood up, pressing his large body into him, his fingers still working while he nipped and sucked on Julan’s neck. “Please what Doctor?”

Julian whimpered, the mocking in Enzo’s voice making him even harder than he already was.

What was this man doing to him?

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