Page 37 of Sinful Mafia Prince

The night breeze swirled around them, ruffling his shirt and the soft curtains of the pavilion, and had he not known what he was about to do to Luca, he might’ve thought this was a romantic setting. But nothing about what was running through his mind was romantic. Not when Luca was kneeling on the ground and eyeing Dom’s dick like it was the next course in tonight’s meal.

Dom shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it across the table, and as the cool air hit his heated skin, he looked down to see Luca palming himself through his jeans.

Wanting to see more than he had during the quick suck-and-fuck they’d had the last couple times they were together, Dom took hold of his erection and gave it a long, slow stroke.

“Show me your cock.”

Luca’s eyes flew up to his, the question in them obvious. He’d expected Dom’s dick in his mouth and not much more. But Luca moved up to his knees and shoved his jeans and briefs down under his ass.

Dom grunted, flexing his fingers around the root of his shaft as Luca’s hard length came into view. He had a beautiful body, and his dick was no exception. Long, veiny, and sticky at its plump head, it was begging for release—but it was just going to have to wait a little longer for that.

“Stroke it.” Dom’s voice was gruff, even to his own ears.

One…

Two…

Three…

Luca moved his fist up and down his satiny length. Out here under the lights of the pavilion, he looked like a sex star putting on a sinful show for one.

Dom began to move his hand in time to Luca’s rhythm, his eyes locked on the beautiful man masturbating at his feet. It wasn’t often he was at a loss for words, but as Luca closed his eyes and gasped, Dom lost all other thoughts in his head.

A soft moan filled the air as Luca began to move his hips in a frantic motion, tunneling his dick in and out of his hand as Dom watched on, spellbound.

Keep your distance…he reminded himself as he began to imagine a scenario in which that delicious dick was in his mouth. But images of Luca stretched out in his bed upstairs kept on flooding in, and Dom knew he needed to get a fucking hold of himself.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he barked, needing something to distract him.

Luca obeyed, and the heat there was incendiary as Luca bit down into his lower lip and groaned. His fingers flexed at the base of his cock.

Dom let go of himself and bent down to take Luca’s chin in hand. “You want to come?”

Luca’s eyes were wild with need as he nodded. Dom let go of his chin and reached down to Luca’s frustrated dick. Luca gasped and grabbed at Dom’s loose shirt. Then Dom tightened his grip and brushed his lips across Luca’s.

“Too bad this isn’t a fantasy, then, huh? You’ll come when I fucking tell you to.”

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

FUUUCK.DOM WAS an expert in torture both in and out of the bedroom, and Luca couldn’t decide which was worse. He was close to defying Dom’s orders and coming anyway. It would only take another thrust or two to send him over the edge, but just as he was about to do just that, Dom released him and stood up.

Luca groaned at the loss of those strong fingers, and Dom let out a sadistic chuckle.

“Get up, Luca.”

It struck Luca then how much he hated to be told what to do in his life, but fucking loved it when a cock was involved. Especially one that a man like Dom knew just how to use.

Luca stood up, and his jeans fell down to his ankles. Figuring he wouldn’t be needing them, he kicked his shoes, jeans, and briefs aside and walked toward Dom.

It was impossible not to notice how turned on Dom was, and that made Luca grow somehow harder. Dom obviously didn’t only find Luca attractive, he found him impossible to resist—or he wouldn’t be standing there now, his thick, proud cock hard and on display.

“What to do with you,” Dom murmured, and then a flash of mischief crossed his eyes and he reached for Luca’s hips.

Luca gasped as their dicks made contact, but just as quickly as he felt it, Dom moved him to a corner of the pavilion. Then he leaned in, scraping his teeth along Luca’s jaw. “Raise your arms.”

Intrigued, Luca did as he was told, but he couldn’t have imagined what Dom would do next.

“Yes, just like that,” Dom said. Then he reached up to grab one of the sheer curtains that hung on each corner of the pavilion and began to tie Luca’s hands together up over his head. He kept it tight but loose enough it wasn’t painful, but it gave Luca nowhere to go and gave Dom complete dominion over his body.

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