Brando

by Marita A. Hansen

  “By the way, he says his cazzo is the biggest I’ll ever see. Next time I’ll tell him you proved him wrong.”

  Vinnie frowned. “Did you see his cock?”

  “No, but he’s flashed a couple of the other Vipers, as well as fucked a few.”

  Vinnie snorted. “My twin’s a pervert.”

  “He certainly is. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you have another gig tonight.”

  “I do, which is why I should go. I have to get ready for it.” He turned to leave.

  “Vincenzo.”

  He turned back, loving how she pronounced his name, her accent fucking hot. “Yeah?”

  “We’re good, right?” she asked, looking uncertain.

  “Of course.”

  “Cool, then how ’bout we catch a ride together to the nightclub?” She stepped closer, giving him a sexy smile. “You can show me some backseat antics.”

  He took a step back, tempted, but knowing he couldn’t be with her again. “I can’t, I have to go with my brother and the soldati.”

  She took another step forward, this time placing a hand on his chest. “I’m sure there’ll be enough room for little ole me.”

  “It’s not that,” he said, wondering how he could let her down gently.

  She ran her hand down his body, stopping just above his shorts. “What is it, then?” She grabbed his crotch, making him inhale sharply. “Because your cazzo feels up for the ride.” Without taking her eyes off his, she let go and slipped her hand down his shorts, pulling his cock out.

  Stunned, Vinnie dropped his gaze, hypnotized as she ran her hand up and down it, the weak bastardo rapidly hardening under her touch.

  “God, I want to suck your cock so bad,” she breathed out.

  He groaned at the thought of seeing her lips wrapped around it.

  “Is that a yes?” she asked.

  “Sì,” he croaked, knowing he should turn her down, but unable to, the woman making his balls ache.

  The door opened, startling him. He shot away from D and quickly stuffed his cock back into his shorts. Once he was decent, he turned around, finding Alessandro standing in the doorway, grinning at him. His brother was dressed in gym shorts and a muscle shirt, looking even more ripped than usual.

  Alessandro pointed at the bench press. “Don’t fuck there, that’s my spot.” Laughing, he disappeared out the door.

  Vinnie returned his attention to D, who had a hand over her mouth, chuckling softly. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the gym, getting to his studio within seconds.

  He stopped in the lounge as a male voice cried out from Dominic’s room. “Sì, Dominic, sì!”

  D giggled. “I didn’t know your twin was bi.”

  “He’s not, he’s pansexual.” Vinnie yanked her into the bathroom, more interested in getting off than what his twin was doing.

  He slammed the door shut, needing to be inside of D’s mouth—ASAP. She laughed as he yanked her clothes off, almost ripping them in his rush. Within seconds they were both naked and in the shower. Vinnie placed his hands on her shoulders, wanting her on her knees and his cock in her mouth.

  She stepped back. “No you don’t. I want to wash you first, sweaty spaghetti.”

  He scowled at her. “Don’t call me that.”

  “What?” she said, grabbing the showerhead.

  “Spaghetti, it’s insulting.”

  “Don’t see why, I call everyone that when they’re sweaty. It rhymes.”

  His scowl dropped, a smile replacing it. “Just refrain from calling Italians it.”

  “Okay.” She turned on the shower. A cold blast of water hit Vinnie’s crotch, making him yell out. She pulled a face. “Oops! Sorry.” She redirected the water and adjusted the heat, then grabbed the bar of soap, lathering up Vinnie’s chest. “You have the most gorgeous body,” she said, running the soap over his abs. She went lower, cleaning his cock and balls, making him groan. She stepped around him. “You’re so yummy-looking; I could just eat you up.” She ran the soap over his ass. “Mmm, such tasty buns.”

  Wanting to touch her instead, he spun around and snatched the showerhead out of her hand. “My turn.” He took the soap and started lathering up her huge tits, the white suds looking milky against her darker skin. She had big areole and pebbled nipples, which he wanted in his mouth ASAP.

  He rinsed the soap off and lowered his head, drawing one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She groaned and placed a hand on his head, threading her fingers through his hair. He played with the nipple for a while, then moved onto the other one. D gripped onto his hair tighter, moaning his name loudly. He dropped the showerhead and pushed her tits together, greedily sucking on both nipples.

  She let go of his hair and grabbed his cock, pulling his attention away from her tits. Smiling sexily at him, she lowered herself to her knees. “I need your big, fat cock in my mouth now,” she said, making him grin, her breathy voice reminding him of a porn actress he’d fucked. Refraining from telling her that, he placed a hand on her head, transfixed as she wrapped her full lips around his shaft. She started blowing him, pulling on his balls as she did it. He groaned, the woman even better than the porn actress.

  She removed his cock from her mouth and lowered her head, sucking in one of his balls. She drew the other ball into her mouth, making his eyes roll back.

  “Yeah ... keep doing that,” he moaned.

  She continued for a few more seconds, then shifted her attention back to his cock. Wrapping her lips around it again, she gobbled him down, the woman having no gag reflex. He gripped onto her head and started fucking her mouth, murmuring indecipherable words. She grabbed his balls as she deep-throated him, pulling on them hard.

  He gasped, the sudden shock shooting pleasure right through him. “I’m going to come!”

  She removed his cock from her mouth and aimed it at her tits. Vinnie yelled out as he came over them, the orgasm blinding him for a moment, only pleasure filling his vision.

  She started licking his cock, then put it back into her mouth, cleaning him as he came down from the orgasm. Once done, she pushed to her feet. “Your turn, so start licking.”

  Definitely keen, he sank to his knees. D parted her legs, giving him easy access to her pussy. Wanting to tease her, he pushed on the outside of her thighs, trying to close them. She flexed her leg muscles, resisting what he was doing, the woman having powerful thighs.

  He looked up at her. “Close your legs or I won’t lick you.”

  “But, you won’t be able to get in good enough.”

  “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem,” he said, knowing his tongue was more than up for the challenge. “You’ll love what I’ve got planned for you.”

  She lifted an eyebrow. “You’ve got me curious now.” She closed her legs. “Well, get to work.”

  Smiling, he placed his elbows on the outside of her thighs and pressed his tongue firmly against her pussy. He licked up and down, using steady flat strokes, making sure he got her clit every time.

  D inhaled sharply. She went to open her legs. He locked his elbows, stopping her, knowing that pressing her thighs together would intensify her arousal.

  “Vincenzo,” she groaned. “It’s too intense.”

  He snaked a hand behind her, sliding it between her legs. He started teasing her opening from behind as he continued licking her front. She half-groaned, half-exhaled, the sound making his cock twitch. He pushed a finger inside her, rubbing against her walls while he continued to lick her.

  “Oh God, yes!” She started thrusting her pussy at his face; squeezing her thighs together so tight he knew she would come too fast.

  He pulled back, getting a loud complaint.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” she said, shoving his face back into her pussy.

  He forced his head back and rose, wedging his knee between her thighs, pressing it up against her pussy. He took hold of her nipples and squeezed them firmly. Groaning, she started rubbing her pussy against his knee. He leaned forward
and kissed her, swallowing her moans. Her hands crept behind him, groping his culo as she rubbed against him. Wanting more, he grabbed her ass and lifted her up.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.

  She did, also wrapping her arms around his neck. He lifted her higher, pushing the head of his cock inside of her. He slowly lowered her pussy down onto his cock, groaning at the moist tightness. D started bouncing on his cock, making him almost let go of her. He pushed her up against the shower’s glass wall and started fucking her, the slide on his cock—

  The realization he wasn’t wearing a condom hit him. He quickly pulled out and lowered her to her feet. He opened the door and stepped out of the shower.

  “Vinnie!” she cried, using his shortened name for once. “Where are you going?!”

  He grabbed a condom from the basin and held it up.

  “Oh,” she said, her eyes widening. “I didn’t realize.”

  “Me neither.” He ripped it open and quickly rolled on the condom. “You make me lose all reason.”

  She smiled. “Likewise.”

  He stepped into the shower again, closing the door behind him. Wanting to excite D, he grabbed her and spun her around, pressing her breasts up against the glass wall. She cried out, her voice startled, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she arched her back, pushing her round ass out invitingly.

  Kicking her legs apart, he took hold of his shaft and penetrated her, his cock throbbing as he pushed to the hilt. She rocked her ass back and forth, the slide and pull almost making him blow his load. He grabbed her hips, stilling her for a moment. Once he’d gotten himself under control, he started fucking her, her walls clamping around his cock perfectly.

  “Harder, Vinnie! Harder!”

  He picked up the pace, slamming into her hard; his balls bouncing off her thighs. The slapping of their bodies, her soft panting, the warmth and tightness of her pussy ... it was amazing ... making him lose his mind, the need to come rapidly building inside of him, ready to explode.

  “Yes, Vinnie, yes, yes, yes... Yes!” Her body went tight, straining as she reached her peak.

  He slammed into her one last time, pushing to the hilt, squashing her body against the glass wall. His cock pumped inside of her, making him grunt and growl. He didn’t want to pull out, the woman beyond exquisite.

  The bathroom door burst open, banging against the wall. Dominic walked in, man-handling a giggling guy, the both of them naked. Vinnie recognized the new stable boy. Barely out of his teens, Filippo had an ordinary face, a slim body, and a small cock, which Dominic was fondling.

  Dominic stopped what he was doing, his eyes snapping to D. A huge leer spread across his face. “Ooh, yeah, baby, love your tits!” He let go of Filippo and walked over to the shower, licking up the glass that D’s tits were squashed against.

  As though he’d touched her, she let out a shriek, trying to move away from him, Vinnie’s body stopping her. Vinnie pulled out of her, allowing D to escape behind him.

  “Get out!” she screamed at Dominic.

  “Don’t be like that, D,” Dominic said. “Vinnie and I don’t just share DNA.” He grabbed the stable boy by the arm and yanked him forward. “Let’s swap, Vinnie, I could do with some pussy.”

  “Fuck off, Dom!” Vinnie snapped.

  “Just hear me out, bro. I know guys aren’t your thing, but I promise Filippo’s culo is worth it.” Dominic spun the stable boy around and pressed his ass up against the shower door. “I’ve even warmed it up for you.”

  “Get out!” Vinnie yelled, disgusted.

  “Nah, it’s your fault for not locking the door. Unlocked means I can do whatever the hell I like in here, which right now, is sticking my cazzo up Filippo’s culo since you’re too selfish to share D.”

  Dominic shoved the stable boy against the far wall and grabbed a condom off the basin. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and started rolling the condom over his Prince Albert.

  Grimacing, Vinnie opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, passing it to D. She quickly wrapped it around her body, her cheeks bright red. Vinnie ushered her out of the shower. D’s eyes locked onto Dominic, who was inching his cock up Filippo’s ass.

  Dominic turned his head towards her. “You sure you don’t want to try my cazzo, D?” He pulled his cock out of Filippo’s ass, showing it to her. “Your pussy will love my Prince Albert.”

  D squealed and ran out of the bathroom, making Dominic laugh.

  “Your loss, love!” he called out.

  Vinnie shook his head. “You are truly disgusting,” he said, pulling off his condom.

  “Not according to Filippo.” Grinning, Dominic turned back to the stable boy, who was staring at Vinnie’s cock. His grin dropped. “Hey!” He smacked Filippo’s head, making him yelp. “Eyes on me, not my brother.”

  Vinnie dumped the condom in the trash can and snatched D’s clothes off the floor. He left the room, finding her standing in the lounge, looking bewildered. He passed her clothes over. “Sorry about that, Dominic doesn’t understand boundaries.”

  Not replying, she dropped her towel and quickly got dressed, her face still bright red. Once she was decent, she headed for the door. “I’ll catch you later,” she said, looking like she couldn’t get out of the studio fast enough.

  Vinnie watched her leave, wondering how he could avoid her, the woman too tempting.

  16

  Brando left his office and headed for his oldest brother’s one. Ricardo was holed up inside, working overtime, doing Salvatore’s job as well as his own. Brando had offered to lessen Ricardo’s workload by dealing with the clients, but his pigheaded brother had refused, stating that Brando would intimidate them. Brando thought that was rich coming from Ricardo, who scared the shit out of most people, even more so now. His brother’s temper was growing worse, his huge workload probably causing it. If anything, Brando thought he could do a better job interacting with the clients, but convincing Ricardo of that was almost impossible. His brother was a control freak, who needed to learn to delegate jobs better.

  Brando went to knock on the door, intending on telling Ricardo just that, but instead he lowered his hand, his other brother coming to mind. What he saw on Jagger’s face ... it was like looking in a mirror, the pain carved into his brother’s features eerily familiar. What had been done to Jagger at the D’Angelo house? Had they abused Jagger like the Padre had abused him? Or maybe it was to do with Jagger’s job. He wondered whether his brother was forced to train the women, because if he had been, Brando was going to have a talk with the D’Angelo Don about it—with his fists.

  Wanting to ask Jagger about it, he turned and headed back down the office passageway. He cut across the lounge, entering the west wing, where Jagger was staying. Raised voices came from Jagger’s room. He placed an ear to the door, ignoring a servant as the woman shuffled past him.

  “I’m sick of you treating me like a sex toy!” Jagger yelled. “I wasn’t put on this goddamn planet for your pleasure or anyone else’s. I’m a fucking human being.”

  “Calm down, baby,” a female said. “I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re overreacting.”

  “I’m not overreacting! You’re just like your sick uncle—”

  “I am nothing like him! So stop treating me like I am.”

  “Then stop treating me like your personal fuck toy.”

  “Dio! You’re infuriating! I’m getting sick and tired of you misconstruing everything I do. You need to see a psychiatrist, because this really isn’t healthy, Jagger.”

  “I’m not seeing a quack, so get off my case.”

  “But you need help.”

  “No, I need you to leave me the hell alone.” Something banged behind the door.

  “Jagger! Put that down. I’m not leaving.”

  “Why not? I’m making your life miserable.”

  “I didn’t mean to say that, you upset me.”

  “You upset me by saying it.”

  “I’ve apologiz
ed enough for it. Please, just get some help so you can get better.”

  “Get it into your head that I’m never going to get better, things will only get worse.”

  “Not if you get help!”

  Jagger started swearing. “I’ve had enough, I’m going out.”

  “Not like this, you’ll do something stupid.”

  “I already have. I was stupid for thinking our relationship could work.”

  Brando stepped back as the door flung open.

  Jagger stopped in the doorway, jolting as his eyes landed on Brando. “What are you doing here?”

  Brando went to answer, but instead his attention shot to the woman standing behind Jagger. Pale blue eyes stared back at him ... the same color as Padre Michael’s.

  Camila fucking Donatelli—the Padre’s niece.

  Brando pushed past Jagger, wanting to get the Donatelli puttana out of his home. Camila screamed and backed up fast, Brando’s vicious expression no doubt scaring her. He may have hated her sisters, but Camila was the worst. She looked like a younger, female version of the Padre, just without the gray hair. Instead, her long wavy hair was blacker than black, which made her pale blue eyes stand out even more—eyes far too similar to the man who’d ruined Brando’s life.

  Jagger shoved Brando away from Camila, positioning himself between them. “What the hell are you doing?!” he yelled, looking just as stunned as Camila.

  Brando pointed at Camila. “About to throw that Donatelli trash out of my casa.”

  Jagger’s jaw clenched, anger flashing across his golden eyes. “You are not to insult her, she is my woman.”

  “It didn’t sound like you wanted her to be a few seconds ago, and why would you even consider taking her as a partner after what her famiglia did to you?”

  Jagger’s face went slack. “What have you been told?”

  “That they overran your casa and—”

  “I wasn’t used in that way,” Jagger barked out.

  Brando frowned. “Used in what way?”

  “Just forget it, it’s nothing.”

  “It doesn’t sound like nothing.” Brando glanced at Camila. “What happened?”

  Camila opened her mouth, but Jagger cut her off, “Nothing! So stop assuming things.”