His nose runs against the soft Italian fabric of my trousers before his strong hands go to the belt, making quick work of pulling it through the loop and unbuckling it. The sound of the zipper going down echoes in the room as voices can be heard outside. We both freeze as the footsteps come closer before disappearing. Cold air hits my cock, making it twitch. I’ve had many men on their knees before me, but seeing Dante, the strong man I knew he is, the things I know his hands are capable of, things he has done for this family, made me want it painted with the way those pitch-black eyes stared up at me.
I didn’t have a weakness, but Dante was quickly becoming something I found hard to resist.
Gripping his hair tight, I grab my cock, rubbing it against his lips, wetting it with pre cum. Fuck!
Unable to hold back, I push my cock head past those lips and into his hot mouth. It was the dirtiest of sins but felt so good.
Feeling Dante’s tongue wrap around the head made me shudder, biting my lip to stop the groan at the back of my throat from escaping. Pleasure taking all my rational thoughts, I no longer cared who walked in and saw a man sucking my cock. Because this would be the only slice of heaven I would ever get.
I leant down, smoothing a finger over his jaw as I pushed my hips deep, hitting the back of his throat, feeling it tighten around my sensitive head. My hips move as I fuck Dante’s mouth, and he takes every thrust, sucking harder. His blunt fingernails dig into the back of my thighs, making me hiss in pleasure.
“You like me fucking your mouth? Next time I’m taking that arse,” I growl. He stops sucking for a second, eyes watching me before his lips tilt.
That image is already branded onto my very soul as my hips pick up pace. Hitting the back of his throat hard enough that I know he’ll feel me for the rest of the day. A deep groan, my own warning as I release, holding my hips close to his face, his nose is buried in the hair there until he swallows it all greedily.
I already know this will not be one time. But if the psycho is after our sin’s, then mine is kneeling in front of me.
Chapter Five
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I watch in the shadows across the street as the bright light warms his house with a soft glow. To his neighbours, he’s a nice man. Waves as he takes his bin out, or on the way to work. They don’t know the truth he hides. The evil that lives behind that fake smile. Just on time, I watch him disappear, to return with a bottle of expensive whiskey. Only the best for his taste. After all, you're refined, unless you're pissing on someone’s corpse. Then all your rightful morals disappear. Revealing who you really are.
He's most probably forgotten his sins against me. Covered them with new ones. But today you will die for his.
I walk closer, knowing the exact steps as I’ve counted them enough times. Every step takes me closer to fulfilling my revenge.
On time, he opens the door for his last cigar of the night. The sharp tobacco scent fills the air, and I watch as his eyes flick nervously to shadows. Can he feel me staring? He’s smarter than the other two, and I wonder if he know his time is counting down. If he can feel me circling, getting closer.
I watch him return to the living room. Knowing it’s my time to move, every footstep brings a fresh wave of anger. My heart beats to claim my revenge. This close, I can feel it. Taste it.
The door slightly ajar, I slip through the opening, taking my position. Looking at my watch, just three minutes until we meet again, Gianni.
To the nearest second, I watch the light from the hallway fill the room. If anything, Gianni is a creature of habit. Which works in your favour when you’re a stalker.
He turns the light on, walking to his desk. Firing up the laptop, I wait until he puts in the password-- bigdick01--before sending off the check in email.
The head of family, Romeo Russo, is getting skittish. I could see it today. The way his muscles were tight. The way the muscle popped in his jaw. The anger he tried to hide. He has no idea who’s coming for them or why. He can’t find the rhyme or reason, but he will.
Because he’s my last little piggy. The boss himself; Romeo Russo.
I step out of the shadows, wrapping the thick cord around his neck. His fingers try to reach the alarm. “I’ve already disabled it.” He freezes at my voice realizing this is real.
“What do you want,” he snarls.
“To make you pay,” I hiss, holding the cord tight as I cross it at the back before making quick work tying it around his middle. Shibari, the Japanese rope tying for bondage pleasure, is something I learnt, but these positions are different. I stand back, and as he moves, the rope around his neck tightens. “I wouldn’t move. You do and the rope will cut off your air supply.”
Gianni's whole body goes rigid. I pick up the bottle of whiskey, unscrewing the top, taking a swig of the rich, smooth taste. His eyes follow me around the room.
“I know you.” I smirk nodding, taking a seat opposite him, putting my feet on the desk. “Fuck, the garden.” he hisses, talking about last week when he bumped into me. He didn’t know I was there gathering information. A dark laugh passes his lips. “You got closer than anyone else.” I swear pride flashes in his eyes, makes my stomach turn, and my lips curl up. “So, what
