Page 19 of Prince of Malice

He only nods, keeping his back turned from me and expecting me to speak further.

“Do you agree with them?” I query. If this was asked of me only a week ago, I would have jumped at the chance, but Dominic Rossi has gotten in my head and thrown me off of my game. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say. I wish I could push every last thought of him from my head and focus on what needs to be done for this family, but he’s left me distracted.

Is that his plan? To mess with my head so I screw this up?

“I’m conflicted,” he asserts. “You know I want more from you, and I can see thatdesire you have—the same one I had when I was your age.”

This is my priority now; it has to be.

“I just don’t know if you’re ready for something like?—”

“I am ready!” I blurt out, stunning him into silence. “I know I’ve seemed off, but I’m all good. I’m great actually.” I look him dead in the eyes., “I promise you I can do this.”

He takes a moment to assess my state as I bury any remaining ounce of uncertainty beneath a pile of pure determination.

“This is important, Luca. This is a big deal for this family, and if something goes wrong, all hell may break loose,” my dad warns. “Are you sure you’ll be able to handle it?”

Without a second of hesitation, I reassure him. “I’m certain.”

Lying amongst the soft sheets of my home bed, I feel a wave of tranquility wash over my body, despite needing to handle the important business of brokering peace between the Valentis and the Grecos,something so similar to what my father has only just managed with the Rossis. If I can accomplish this now, I can definitively prove to him that I am a capable enough leader to take over from him and lead the family going forward.

This is what matters most. All I need to do is focus on this, demonstrate my abilities, and show my father that I’m smart enough, and soon I will be in charge.

I’ll be able to not only distance myself but also the family from Dominic and the Rossis. Everyone wins.

I turn myself over in the bed, staring across the dark room into the black abyss.

Is that winning?

Every part of me seems to want something different. My head is telling me to put my family and our business first, but my heart has spoken for the first time in so long that I don’t want Dominic gone from me.

As my thoughts of him expand and twist together into a complicated cluster of conflict, a different part of me starts to speak up.

My lips curve into a smile, feeling the caress of my own lips against each other as they begin to swell. I bite down on my lowerlip in an attempt to calm myself, but it only excited me more.

Beneath the covers of my bed, I feel the twinging muscles of my cock stiffen. Covering it with the palm of my hand, I beg for it to relent, but I only feel it press further.

My mind shifts to earlier this night, the rush I felt from pushing myself to kiss Dominic, the aggressive moves of his lips against my own clashing with the strong grip of his hold on me. The taste of him when his tongue entered my mouth was earthy, smokey and intoxicating. The powerlessness I felt as his body pressed into my own felt incredible.

I could feel his own dick hard in his pants as he pressed into me and I wanted nothing more than to free it and take it in my mouth.

These thoughts only turn me on more, until I’m unable to hold back my desires. My hand runs its way up and down along the length of my hard shaft.

I delve deeper into my fantasies, craving to know what might have happened in that room if I hadn’t run off.

I think about all the possibilities:Dominic throwing me onto the unmade bed, slamming the door closed, and trapping me in there, completely at his mercy. Feeling him tear my clothes from my body, pouncing on top of me, and pinning me to the mattress under his weight. Watching as he takes off his shirt, revealing his toned chest as he presses himself against me. Enduring the pain of him biting down on my neck, feeling each mark appear on my skin like a brand tagging me as his property.

I bury my hand underneath my underwear, vigorously stroking my hardened erection. Unable to hold in my arousal, a whimpering moan lets itself out of my mouth, giving me no choice but to force my other hand to cover my mouth to trap any more sounds.

I struggle to breathe in my imagination as well, feeling the tight grip of Dominic’s large hand around my throat, squeezing firmly to restrict the blood flow, my depleting oxygen leaves me speechless. Still, he can hear me begging for more. Pulling out his own throbbing cock, he buries it deep down my throat, making me choke on its girth. Tightening my lips around it, I swallow everysingle inch of him, running my tongue down his rigid flesh within my own mouth, feeling the growing force of his thrusts as he shoves his cock further into my throat and replaces any air left in my lungs with it.

I rub my own cock harder and harder, fueling myself with the arousal from my fantasy; somehow knowing it could never happen makes it so much hotter. My burning desire for his body makes me explode, the eruption from my tip painting the insides of my boxers. Feeling the heat of my orgasm against my hand intertwined with the pure ecstasy is intoxicating, forcing my whole body to quiver.

The thrill of my dream fades from my mind as sense is able to return and Dominic escapes from my mind, leaving me alone in this old, empty room.

Regardless of how good he makes me feel when our time together ends, I can only feel his absence even stronger. Whether our kiss at the party or our time in my dream, it has to end, and then one of us leaves. Either way, I am stuck lying here in this bed all by myself.

No matter what, I will end up alone.

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