Page 173 of Madness & Mercy
“That’s it,” I murmur, dragging him off, watching him cough and shiver. “Good boy.”
But then he surprises me. He grabs my collar, shoves me back onto the bed, and straddles my hips. His grin is pure sin. Before I can react, he pins my wrists flat against the sheets, leaning into my ear with a growl.
“Don’t fucking move. Keep your hands there. If you move them, you don’t get to put it in.”
I raise a brow, amused, arousal flaring hotter at the defiance. “You sure you want to play it that way, piccolino? I’m very,verygood with my hands.”
“Shut up,” he mutters, tearing off his shirt. Then, fuck, he rips his tie from his collar and knots it around my head, blinding me.
My cock strains harder by the second. “What, you planning to use me like your own personal dildo?”
Julian leans in close, his breath hot against my ear. “You’dlike that,wouldn’t you?”
Before I can respond, he slides a pair of cuffs around my wrists and binds them to the fucking headboard. Sneaky little bastard must’ve gotten them from my drawer when I wasn’tlooking. I’m not usually into being restrained…but withhim? My head’s already swimming.
He takes his time, dragging his fingertips down my chest, ghosting over scars, lingering just above my cock without giving me what I want. He traces my snake tattoo, and my body arches on instinct.
“How’s it feel?” he murmurs, kissing the side of my throat. “Being the one tortured for once?”
Unbearable.Absolutely fucking unbearable.But I’ve never been harder in my goddamn life.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I grit, trying not to groan. “You plan this?”
Julian lets out a low chuckle. “Didn’t have to. You’ve always been sopredictable,Vitale.”
I smirk, even through the ache. “Is that so?”
He shifts his hips, grinding right against my cock. The pressure rips a grunt from me, my whole body bucking to get inside him.
“Yeah,” he hums, dragging it out. “I know what you’ve been up to.”
My breath falters. The ring flashes through my mind. No, he couldn’t know.Could he?
“And what’sthat,cucciolo?”
Julian finally wraps his hand around my cock, stroking slowly, just enough to keep me on edge. “That you’re still being targeted by Braga and Silvio’s men…you’re always leaving me in the dark.” His grip tightens before easing up again. “So I figured I’d leaveyouin the dark.”
His mouth slides down over my cock, wet heat swallowing me whole. I jerk my hips instinctively, but he pulls back just long enough to slap my thigh.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move?” His voice is sharp and smug before he sinks down on me again.
I groan, straining against the tie, every muscle screaming to touch him, to tear him apart.
“Forgive me,” I rasp.
Julian pulls off, and I can picture him smirking around his panting breath as he lines himself up, the blunt head of my cock pressing against his ass.
“Please…”I murmur, my voice cracked and raw. “Let me fuck you.”
Julian’s smirk sharpens, and he sinks down just enough to tease himself open on my cock before pulling back again. It’s torture.He’storture.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his nails dragging down my chest. “You don’t get to have me until I say so.”
“Julian…” My voice cracks. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but he’s got me tied up and begging my life depends on it.
He braces his hands on my shoulders and lowers himself down slow—agonizinglyslow—taking me inch by inch until his head falls back, a strangled moan breaking free. The sight alone nearly finishes me.
“Fuck,” I hiss, straining against the cuffs, the muscles in my arms burning. “You’rekilling me,cucciolo.”
