Page 14 of Unsettled
I laugh a little. “There is not enough alcohol in the world to relieve my tension.”But a certain baby Boss might.
“Hmmm, well, go drug and fuck one of your lovers, then. I'll be in touch soon, or call if you need anything. And I do mean anything, D.”
“I will. Have fun.”
H cuts the call and I sigh, removing my glasses to scrub a hand over my face.
“If you don't take a break, I'll drug you, Hollis,” Leandro says. “Get out of here for a while.”
I huff. “I can't. We have too much to do.”
“And it'll still be here in an hour or two. Hell, take ten minutes at least and get some coffee or something. I won't tell Ten you've been mainlining it.”
“How generous of you.”
Casting a glance at Emilio's location, I consider his offer, but patience is a virtue, and it's one both the puppy and I need to be reminded of.
My cock jerks as desire already fills my veins. Because when that patience runs out? Well, Emilio might think twice about being so distracted during important meetings…
Itake the last swallow of my tea when I hear the garage door open. Cole is already in bed, and I can finally relax knowing my love is home. With everything that's been going on lately, it’s hard to let him out of my sight. Not only with us being targeted, but fuck, those Martellis drive me up the wall with their emotional bullshit. Thank fuck we were given the ability to live elsewhere…
When Marcus comes in, he drops his keys on the counter and gives me a weak smile that puts me on the defensive immediately. I swallow a groan, because that is never a good look. Trying to withhold the accusation in my voice, I ask, “What went wrong?”
I must not have been successful when he winces. Either that or I’m going to be very unhappy in a moment. He drops his gazeas he mutters something I can’t quite catch. At my disgruntled noise, he looks up, and I gesture for him to repeat himself.
“We’reallmovinginwiththeAmatos.” I blink at him as I try to parse out what he said, considering it all came out as one long word. Standing up straighter, he tries again. “Lio wants us all—everyone, including us—to move in with the Amatos. Antonio is already there, and can’t be moved because of his lover. He’s worried we’re a tempting target with us being split over different locations, especially Cole.”
The way his voice drops at the end, it almost banks the fire of my ire, because I know that Lio actually does love his nephew. Perhaps showing it in different methods than Marcus and I’d prefer, but still, there’s a deep love between them. The problem? None of this will turn out well. I don’t want Cole anywhere near the shitshow. None of them are exactly…stable. Fuck, I thought Benjamin was stable, and look how that turned out.
Growling, I stand up and prowl toward Marcus, whose eyes widen like the prey he is at the moment. I cup his cheek briefly before sliding my hand down and circling his neck. Applying slight pressure—not enough to cut off his oxygen, but enough to feel it—I demand, “Did you agree to this? If anything, we’re a bigger target together. And you want to put our son in with a fucking barrel of psychopaths, and at least one interrelationship that has the power to explode?”
He swallows, and I enjoy the sensation against my hand, my cock thickening in expectation. Marcus bites his lip and I want to yank it away, reminding him that the only pain he’s allowed has to come from me, or, grudgingly, Il Padrone.
“I didn’t have a choice. The Boss gave the order. You know how we work. Wecannotdisobey. And I don’t care that there’s no more black room. I am sure Lio can figure out something just as sadistic. He truly did learn from Il Padrone.”
I drop my hand, grinding my teeth as I acknowledge he’s correct. It doesn’t make me any happier—but I know something that will. Smirking, I drag him closer.
“Fine. We’ll do it, but first? I want you to remember who you belong to—you’re not just a Martelli.”
Marcus’s breath catches, and when I step away, I don’t need to give him any instructions. He makes a beeline for our bedroom. I don’t have the fancy equipment that Il Padrone does, as I don’t need it. Although, to each their own.
Thankfully, Cole is already asleep, as I don’t plan on any interruptions. I lock the door behind me as I step inside. Marcus is already in the process of shedding his clothes, making sure to fold them like the good boy he can be—except when he’s being deliberately naughty.
He drops to his knees perfectly, back straight, knees slightly widened, and places his hands on his thighs before bending his head down. I take a moment to walk around him, gently brushing my hand against his shoulders and around to his chest. Humming in approval, I step in front of him.
“Take me out. I want your mouth.” His hands shakily reach for me, excitement thrumming between us both. When he pulls my cock out, he stills, waiting for my next command. “Lick it.”
He moans as he does, varying between light and hard pressure. When he ducks below and lavishes attention on my balls, I grab his hair, yanking him back.
“Sir?”
“Tease, I didn’t give you permission, now, did I?” Marcus tries to shake his head, but I have too firm of a grip on him. I pull harder, bending him backward, as I enjoy the tears gathering in his eyes. From the way he gasps, I’m not the only one affected. “Now, are you going to be a good boy for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I release my hold on him and tap his mouth lightly. “Open up. I’m going to use your mouth. If you do a good enough job, I’ll stop and fuck you. Fail, and I guess you’ll be left hard and wanting…”
His jaw drops immediately, a silent plea in his eyes. Chuckling, I don’t give him any time before I thrust in immediately. He gags as I fuck him mercilessly, going as deep in as I can, and then staying there. He’s too well trained to try to push me away, even as tears spill over from the lack of air.
