Page 48 of Prince of Malice

I grab his throat and choke him again. “Tell the truth or I keep going til you pass out.”

His breath hitches beneath my hold, and he grabs my wrist with both of his hands, using what little energy he has left to try and pull my hand away.

“Are you going to tell me the truth?” I growl.

He nods slightly, his eyes begging for me to let him breathe again.

Letting go again, he gasps desperately for air, his head dazed and heavy on his neck. His body starts to go weak, each of hisbounces becoming slower and further apart.

Knowing he won’t even last until my ensuing climax, I drive him back onto the bed and lie on top of him like before. Taking over, I reward his honesty with more quick thrusts of my cock into his gaping asshole.

“Tell me,” I rasp out, starting to lose my breath.

Between his tired moans, Luca can just barely manage to let out an answer. “They… They’re manipulating y-you.”

I hold tight on to his waist, driving my stiff shaft inside of him one last time as I ejaculate hard, filling his ass with my hot loads of cum.

My muscles give out, and I collapse on top of him, the heat of our bodies combining as I feel the sweat build between us. Our heavy panting breaths sync with each other.

After taking a moment to relax and focus back onto Luca, his naked body intertwined with mine still acting as a distraction, I turn to face him. “What do you mean, they’re manipulating me?”

Luca takes a long breath to steady and prepare himself. “The races, the fights—they’re using them to make you look bad.” He places his hand on my chest to try and tame my growing anger.

“What?” I exclaim. “What the hell is the point in that?”

“Your reputation is the Rossis’ reputation,” he elaborates. “They want my dad to cut your family off and ally with them instead.”

Fighting off his hand, I sit up. “Is that what you want?” I accuse him. “Is that why you didn’t tell me?”

He sits up next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder to keep me from leaving; he knows me too well. “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid of how you’d react. I wanted to fix it myself.”

“You should’ve just told me!” I yell, forgetting our need for subtlety in my frustration.

“I know. I should have.” His eyes drop away from mine. “I’m sorry.”

Letting out a short sigh, I take his hands in mine. “From now on, we tell each other anything that might affect us. Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay,” he mutters.

“Which of the Grecos are even doing this?” I ask him.

“Antonio’s leading the deal, but I think this other guy is really behind it.”

“What other guy?”

“I don’t know his name,” he explains. “He barely talks, but there’s just something about him that unsettles me.”

“What does he look like?”

“He’s our age, and I think he goes to Valmont,” he begins. “Brown hair, between our heights, average build…”

“That could be almost anyone.” I groan.

“There’s been a lot going on, and he won’t crack. I’ll get something solid soon, I promise.”

“Alright.” I pause. “What do you need from me?”

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