Page 50 of Madness & Mercy
He leans down again, his mouth barely an inch from mine.
“You sure that’sallyou wanted,cucciolo?” he murmurs. “Because from where I’m standing, you look like a man obsessed.”
He’s not wrong.
But he doesn’t know the half of it.
He doesn’t know I came here to kill him.
And now I’m the one bound to his bed—leaking, humiliated, confessing to a lifetime of obsession with the man I was hired to destroy.
And hestillhasn’t touched me.
My hips jerk again, useless. Desperate.
He smiles. “Next time you want something from me, Julian…”
His voice is a knife wrapped in velvet.
“Try asking nicely.”
Then he turns, walks away, leaving me hard, sweating, and shaking in his bed like a man possessed.
I don’t know how long it’s been.
Time doesn’t exist here. Not when I’m cuffed to this bed, naked, leaking, and losing my goddamn mind.
My wrists ache.
My cock is still hard.
Why the fuck is it still hard?
This is torture.
And not the kind I was trained for.
This is something darker. Filthier.Personal.
Is this his plan?
Keep me on edge until I crack? Until I beg to be used like some obedient pet?
Fucker.
Of course it is. Becauseeverythingbends to Nico Vitale.
The people. The air. The goddamn rules of gravity.
And now, me.
It’s true, what I told him. Iwasstalking him. For years.
He just doesn’t know why.
Long story short, he and his family screwed me over and broke my career in half. Back when I still wore a badge. Back when I still believed in rules and justice and all that bullshit.
And the worst part is, when wedidfinally meet again, he didn’t even remember my name.
