Page 12 of Shot For Mercy

“I’m not—” He sighs. “I can’t. We can’t.”

“And why the fuck not?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow.

“I like women.”

“So?”

“Onlywomen.”

“Beg to differ.” I grin and can see the struggle he’s going through right on his face, in his eyes. “Look how hard you are for me.”

“Fuck.” He groans when I rub the palm of my hand over his dick. “I—fuck. Yes.”

I grin, unbuttoning his pants and shoving my hand in them. Trimmed hair meets my fingertips, and my cock throbs against the confines of my skinny jeans. I shove my hand in deeper, and he doesn’t stop me, instead he stays still. I hold my breath as my hand meets silky, smooth skin, his hard cock warm in my grasp. He’s fucking huge, way bigger than Matteo, and now I wonder what it’d feel like to ride his cock.

“I bet you’d feel like heaven in my ass,” I whisper. “Do you want to try it, Em? Wanna put your cock inside of me? Or do you want to play just the tip?”

I grip his cock harder, jerking him faster, and he moans. “F-fuck.”

“Why aren’t you pushing me away?” I ask with narrowed eyes.

“Make me come,” he says, then grabs the back of my head and pulls me toward him until we’re sharing breath. Our lips brush, and I swear I’m about to come in my fucking pants. “Or get the fuck out.”

I don’t give him time to say anything else; instead, I slam my lips to his. The way he sucks on my bottom lip has fire licking down my spine, and I thrust my tongue between his lips, not waiting for permission. He sucks on it, and my knees almost buckle. I swipe my finger over his slit, then up to use his pre-cum as lube, and goddamn he’s leaking for me. He moans when I go faster, but I don’t really want to let him come. He’s been an asshole to me. I honestly don’t think he deserves it.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Em.” I groan, wanting to continue, but willing myself to be strong. I have a point to prove here. “How bad do you want to come?”

“Fuck, Cole,” Emiliano says, snapping his hips forward with purpose. His skin is burning hot, and I want to drop to my knees and take his cock down my throat. I want him to use me, abuse me. “So bad.”

“Beg for it,” I whisper, and he tenses.

His nostrils flare.

“Now, Emiliano.”

He doesn’t; instead, he narrows his eyes at me. “A Don never begs.”

I take my hand out of his pants. “Then I’ll see myself out.” I shrug. “Let me know when you’re ready to come.” My fingers have pre-cum on them, and I lick them all. “Mmmm. You taste so fucking good. Are you sure you want me to go?”

Emiliano’s chest heaves, but he pushes me away and side steps me, walking back toward his desk. Disappointment fills me, but I can’t be too upset. He’s the one who doesn’t get to come, and I finally have him right where I want him. He can’t even deny how he feels anymore. Heshowedme.

“I need you to go to the docks for a shipment.” He’s back to business as usual, and I force myself to keep a blank face. Not show any emotions. But it’s hard. My cock is throbbing to the beat of my heart, and my hands long to wrap my fingers in the black strands of his hair and shove him to his knees. He will be on his knees for me one day. That’s a fucking promise.

“For?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Guns.”

“Consider it done,” I say, then turn around and unlock the door, wrapping my hand around the doorknob.

“Oh, Cole?” he asks softly. “This never happened.”

I smirk. “Sorry boss, but it did.”

Making my way back through the throng of people shouldn’t be this hard, but the place is filled to the brim. I look up, searching for Matteo, but he’s no longer there. He’s either dancing with someone or he left me behind.

Fucker.

I can’t complain, though. I finally have Emiliano Colombo exactly where I want him, and now I’m never going to let him go.

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