Page 24 of Consequences
I desperately want to make him moan, but he stays silent as I keep moving. His legs shake, and I want to touch him, my body already coiled with desire, but I force myself to keep my arms clasped behind me.
He finally growls and takes over, holding my head as he fucks my mouth. I groan in pleasure at his roughness. My cock is hard, but I don’t give a fuck, not when he’s chasing his own climax. I relax into it, not needing to be in charge, or to think. I’m here for him, a tool for his desire.
I stare up at him, my eyes watering, and euphoria fills me. Giving him everything feels so fucking right.
It doesn’t take much more before he’s coming, and he holds me tight against his crotch. I don’t struggle against it, taking everything I can. When he finally releases me, I sit back on my legs, gasping for air.
He pulls me up and takes my weight when I can’t stand up fully. I don’t understand any of the Italian he murmurs in my ear as I lean against him, my body cooling from what he gave me. Eventually, I find my strength to stand and gently push away from him.
He runs a hand through my hair, and I nuzzle into his palm, letting the calmness soak into me further. My skin feels branded from the emotions he pulled, and for the longest time, I sink into the feeling, not giving a shit when my own erection slowly goes down.
My mind doesn’t stay quiet for long though, and I stiffen, remembering how very fucked this makes me. Jude’s brows furrow as he tugs at my hair. “What is it, Bello?”
Dropping my gaze, I give him two words—two very important words. “Il Padrone.”
A short burst of laughter drags my attention back to him. “I have no fear of him. Bel Fiore Mio, let me worry about him. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
I don’t counter him. All I can do is hope he’s right. “Yes, Sir.”
He lets go of my hair, and at his gesture, I quickly dress myself. For a moment, I stand awkwardly before starting toward the door. “Bello…come see me again when it’s too much. Maybe I’ll even let you have an orgasm of your own.”
Smirking, I turn back toward him. “Sir, if you think any orgasm of mine can be better than giving you pleasure, you don’t know me yet.”
With that final statement, I sail out of the room, almost tumbling into Roman. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know the scent of sex still clings to me. I shrug, not giving a shit if he knows I was on my knees for his lover. Their relationship is their own to manage.
Hopefully, it won’t stop Jude from exerting his control over me… Because every cell in me yearns for him again. Fucking hell. These damn Amatos…
Since Allesandro is with Emilio, I called Roman in, so he can go into further detail about what he and his counterpart did while we were…indisposed. While it's more work to later relay what I learn to Allesandro, my friend is not my son's biggest fan at the moment. It's easier on everyone if I keep Roman, and his attitude, away from Il Padrone for as long as possible.
I know I can't protect Roman from the consequences of his actions, but I do appreciate my friend allowing me to have a say in what happens to him.
Not that it makes it any easier. This is something I'd prefer to have Tennant to talk things out with, but Ten is another one who needs to own up to his actions.Fuck. What a mess.
“You did good, Roman. I am very proud of you. I know it couldn't have been easy for you.”
Roman looks at me from across the desk, his dark green eyes wide and shining with emotion he can't hide from me—no matter how hard he tries. “Thank you. That… It means a lot. I'll admit, I was a mess.” He breaks eye contact and looks around the office. “I had a panic attack every time I had to step foot in here without you. I knew what needed to get done, but I had a hard time believing I was what this Family needed. It is one thing being trained to rule, a whole other to be in the midst of it.” He takes a deep breath and faces me head on once more.
“I was worried I wouldn't live up to your image or expectations of me, and it was hard. But… I learned it didn't matter what you would think, or do. In order to survive, to keep the Family afloat, to thrive under such pressure, I had to become the best BossIcould be. Nobody else. I don't think I did a bad job of it.”
“No.” I shake my head and lean forward, bracing my arms on the desk. “I don't know what went on, so I don't understand the choices you were forced to make, because I wasn't here, but you did good, Figlio Mio. The Family is still standing because of you. You didn't give up: on the job, yourself, or on me. And I am so very proud of you.”
Tears fall down his cheeks, and every instinct I have says to comfort him, but we have much more to discuss…
“Thank you,” he whispers. “That means a lot… More than you can possibly know, I needed to hear it.”
“It is the truth. Abbiate fede in voi stessi.”
He grimaces. “How can I when it feels like every choice I make is the wrong one?”
I sigh and lean back in my seat, knowing this is a conversation we need to have, but not wanting to at the same time.
“Lio and I did the best we could, given the situation. We all did. Every single one of us was thrown into the fire, and we hadto rely on one another to get out. Is it such a bad thing we…connected in the process?”
“No.” I shake my head. “It's not. But there is a right way and a wrong way to go about it.”
“How?” he demands. “Please, enlighten me to how there's a ‘right’ way to deal with the shit we were. I understand you and Il Padrone went through some shit, but you do not get to judge us for how we coped.”
“I'm not, but there is a way to do things, Roman. You know that. Il Padrone has rules for his Boys, a way of life we do not understand. And you need to respect that, and him.”
