Page 16 of Where the Wicked Reign

His love for mythology—Roman, Greek, and a little Norse too—was certainly coming through with that. I didn’t know much about that subject matter, but he’d told me that Cronos had been a Greek God who’d brutalized and overthrown his father and made himself king of the world, basically.

Choosing that name had been pointed for him. It spoke to his troubled relationship with his father, Marco Marchetti. It was a relationship that had only been growing more troubled of late. The Don of the Marchetti Syndicate had been making some dangerous decisions, pushing Nico away in favor of his uncle, Leo, who was the current Underboss and known for being reckless and shortsighted. Leo had also taken to operating unofficially as Marco’s advisor ever since the death of Nico’s mom a couple of years back. Anna Marchetti had been Marco’s voice of reason, the love of his life and somebody with the influence over him to even manage to rein the brutal bastard in over the years. With her now gone, that calming effect upon him had gone right along with her. Things were growing more dangerous with every passing day, Marco proving himself to be one hell of a megalomaniac. He wanted to violate the truce that the three families had in the name of gaining greater power. Hell, in the name of takingallthe power for himself.

The insanity of it all had us worried. Not just Nico and Emilio who were on the front lines of it all and officially part of the Marchetti Syndicate, but me, too. I had a lot of my business tied up with them. They skimmed profits from this club, operated gambling dens in the back rooms several times a week, and I’d also used certain city officials they had in their pockets to assist with permits and obtaining liquor licenses for my luxurious hotel chain, Opulent Grand Hotels in record time, all so I could build and develop my empire at a rapid rate.

While Nico was the Beast at the Gates, in essence, who protected the family from a whole lot of shit with his strategizing, quick thinking, and diplomacy, he was up against a lot right now. And because he was only twenty-five like me and Milo, he hadn’t been given the power he needed to be able to turn things around directly. Leo had gotten Underboss over him, despite Nico working his ass off since he was a teenager, to prove himself capable of such a role.

So, if he couldn’t turn it around, we’d now put a backup in place. Reincourt Construction was the cornerstone of our new empire that was located hundreds of miles away from the City of Tolhurst.

And, honestly, it seemed like Nico wanted out, anyway.

The dark nature of what he had to do for the family sometimes had infected him to the point that he’d developed what he called hisferalside, where he got off on the violence and brutality to such an extent that it was close to being an actual fucked-up addiction.

It was why he watched and played voyeur at the club instead of participating. He was afraid he would destroy anyone he got carnal with, afraid he was too much to take. He wouldn’t let himself lose control sexually, so his only outlet there was violence when he had to punish his father’s enemies.

It was a massive strain on him and there was only so much anybody could take before they fucking snapped entirely. All that shit for him was already coming out in his weird obsession with Caterina Leone. Stalking, playing sick games with her and entertaining thiswarof theirs for so long. He thought he was in control when it came to that, but the very fact he was doing it meant he wasn’t. Even Milo agreed with me when we’d discussed it before and in his eyes Nico could never do any wrong, so that was really saying something.

Jesus Christ,it was a fucking mess.

But at least we had a way out in development now.

I could see that sinking in for him as he absorbed my news and undid his pants, pulling his big cock out that was raging hard and in need of some major attention. Unfortunately, it would just be getting it from his hand. Just like usual.

My thoughts came to a grinding halt when Nico snapped his fingers and Milo suddenly dove onto my cock again, swallowing me down to the balls in one move.

“Yes! Fuck, baby!”

He didn’t stop this time, his head bobbing up and down wildly, sucking, slurping and nipping at my cock.

Yes!

I reached around and gathered the dripping pre-cum from him, then brought it to his ass as I peeled a cheek back to expose his pretty asshole.

He trembled as I teased his hole, then pushed inside to the first knuckle, sliding in easily with how open he was to me, how badly he needed this.

He growled around my cock as I eased out, then thrust back in deep and hard.

I pounded in and out in the rough and brutal way we both liked, adding another finger and curling them both, grazing his sweet spot and making him grind his cock on the bed like a wild thing.

He started bucking back on me, trying to fuck his own ass on my fingers. At the same time, he went wild on my cock, choking and spluttering on his mouthful of me, but only pushing it harder, rougher, faster.

A storm of pleasure took me over and I threw my head back, digging the nails of my free hand into his back and scraping along his spine.

I caught sight of Nico in my peripheral vision, sitting in the corner and jerking his cock as he watched me and Milo playing with one another. I could see that he was getting off on Milo letting his animalistic side loose. Not surprising, considering it was clearly something he wanted to be doing himself.

As Milo scraped his teeth along my shaft, that was it for me, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me mercilessly that had me roaring out into the room and coming down his throat.

Milo drank me down ravenously and came all over the sheets.

A curse from Nico in the corner drew my attention, and I looked to see him spurting into his fist.

I eased my fingers from Milo’s ass and collapsed onto the bed, relief singing through me that I’d finally found one hell of a release and gotten a load of shit out of my system in the process.

Instead of Milo joining me lounging on the bed and basking in the afterglow, he surprised me as he stalked across the room to Nico, just his gray tank on, his muscular ass rippling and his still semi-hard cock bouncing against his stomach as he went.

Nico raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t get the chance to ask what was going on, because Milo showed him instead, snatching his cum-covered hand, then licking it all up, snarling like an animal as he did.

Holy fuck.

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