Vendetta del Cuore

by Leigh Kenzie

  Both men notice my discomfort and given I have a book in my hand they can easily tell what’s causing it. Master gives me a wicked smile and strides over to me, closing the distance quickly. He’s standing in front of me, his presence eclipsing everything around me. I notice, out of the corner of my eye, Luca give me a quick wink with a cocky grin of his own.

  “Hmmm...what are you reading, little one?” Master purrs, forcing me to blush even harder. I try to look down, but he uses one finger under my jaw to gently tilt my head to look at him. It feels like he always knows exactly what to say, exactly what to do to pull at my strings, to make me dance to his tune.

  “It’s…uhh…daddy kink,” I say hesitantly, my voice several octaves higher as I shakily set the book aside. I want to hide my face, but I can't help noticing the gray that’s soon going to take over his beard and hair. It’s already possible to tell he’s going to be a silver fox. I never imagined being with someone so much older, but I can’t disagree with how much I enjoy how he plays my body. I flush thinking of it, especially over the tender moments that are so incredibly rare. It’s the way he says ‘little one’ occasionally or how deep his voice says ‘boy’ to me that seems to connect with this book. Of course, there’s one really important limit I do recognize.

  “I don’t want age play though! Absolutely no diapers,” I quickly say, my body shuddering in a bad way. It still makes me nauseous to remember what happened. Both Master and Luca chuckle at my statement. I don’t consider it funny in the least. If they ever went through what I did, they wouldn’t laugh.

  “No, I think we’d keep that for if you misbehave. However, you did give me the idea after all,” Master says in an amused voice. I scowl at him but shrug sheepishly when he all of a sudden gives me a flat look. While I don’t forget he’s my master, it’s sometimes too easy to overlook that past history. When Luca’s around, I seem to gather more courage than when I’m alone with Master. There’s something safe about Luca. I know he’d never intercede or pick me over Master, but it always appears that he has the most flexibility with speaking his mind. Luca gives me courage whereas Master gives me the strength to survive in what must be a very fucked up way.

  The timer goes off, and I remove the ice. Before I can stand to shuffle over to the small refrigerator/freezer I have in the room, Luca takes it from me. His touch lingers just a little too long. I get the distinct impression that I’m a mouse and they’re two cats come to play. I shudder a bit, and it has nothing to do with the cold left behind from the ice pack.

  “I hear you’ve been behaving for Dr. Conti, and he seems especially pleased with your progress,” Master says with a nod before adding a scowl. “I hear Benjamin may also be credited a bit for that. You’ve been given permission to resume some duties. As long as you’re not overworked, and this...Benjamin approves.”

  I can tell Master doesn’t like Benjamin. I’m not sure why. I’d think if anything Master would be as intrigued with him as he was with me. After all, Benjamin and I are very similar. I want to ask, but Master’s severe look stops me. Luca gives a small shake of his head, and I press my lips together tightly.

  “I like that you’re behaving. In fact, I think you’ve earned a special treat. What do you think, Luca?” Master’s voice wraps around me, even as he turns his head towards Luca.

  “I think you’re right, Boss,” Luca responds lightly as he comes even closer. With both of them hovering over me, crowding me, sending me such strong signals, I can barely breathe. I mourn a moment when Master steps back, but I’m not left wanting for long.

  Luca nudges my legs apart and steps in between them. He tips my head up and the look in his eyes makes me shiver. There’s passion there but better yet, there’s a tenderness I’ve never seen in them before. There’s a naked longing that makes me want to bare my soul to him. He leans down and captures my lips. It’s soft and chaste, nothing like the messy, hard kisses we’ve shared in the past. No, this one leaves my body tingling for a whole other reason. He pulls back, and we stare at each other, unable to look away before he slowly lowers his head again. It’s too slow for me, and I find myself reaching up as soon as he’s close enough and pulling him to me. This time the kiss is harder but no less meaningful. I gasp in his mouth, and one of us moans as our tongues stroke each other. I move back a little to suck on his tongue, sending flares of excitement through me. I want him, I need him, and I crave this fucking connection. I barely hear the door open and close as Luca tugs me to my feet, stripping my clothes off as I push his out of the way. Our hands move frantically but deliberately as I plunge headfirst into this swirling emotion and feeling. It’s been too long since I’ve felt anything like this. I force myself to ignore the whisper that says it’s never been this way before as I dive for yet another taste of him.

  Chapter Twenty

  Luca pushes me onto the bed, and I feel like fire is consuming my body. It doesn’t take long before we’re both stretched out, him on top of me, grinding down. Both our cocks are leaking precum, and it feels so good that I can’t stop the gasps and moans. He answers with a growl of his own and dips his head to kiss me again and again. They’re soft at first, a glide of the lips. Not nearly enough but stroking my need for him. I reach up with my right hand and run my fingers through his hair before pressing him down tighter against my mouth, slipping my tongue into his mouth again, groaning at the feel of sliding across his. He presses down harder on me, not nearly enough to relieve the ache in my balls, but I quickly grab his hip with my left hand, needing to hold onto something—needing to be grounded.

  He escapes my grip and moves his lips down, placing soft kisses along my jaw and then down to my neck, sucking hard on the side. I can’t help but dig my nails into his skin as I arch up, my dick bucking. I had no clue I was sensitive there, but it feels almost as good as if he were sucking directly on my cock. He releases the skin with a wet pop and chuckles, leaving what I’m sure will be a mark before he goes even lower. His tongue. It’s delicious and evil at the same time, lightly tracing my muscles, never hard enough to provide relief but forcing gasp after gasp from my lips. It’s getting hard to breathe. The sensations assaulting me make me whimper. We’ve never done this before, and I can’t decide if I love the way he’s making me spiral out of control or am pissed he’s not giving me what I need. My hands can’t decide where to go, randomly touching him, gripping tightly, or moving to clutch desperately at the sheets as I can’t keep still. Every now and then, I hear a soft laugh from him as he can tell exactly how much he’s pushing my limits.

  I tense as he reaches my nipples. I don’t know what to expect here, not when it’s his mouth that closes over one as his hand reaches to play with the other. The gentle sucking is at odds with the rougher pinching and rolling he’s treating my other nipple to, and the dual sensations have me going out of my mind.

  “Fuck!” I cry out when he bites the one he’s been sucking and teasing with his tongue.

  “Mmmm, you liked that, didn’t you?” Luca purrs, and I can’t even answer as he moves his mouth to the other nipple. It’s already sensitive from his ministrations with his fingers. It doesn’t take long before I’m pressing my chest closer to his mouth needing more, needing...Fuck. He bites it hard, sending a jolt of lust straight to my crotch. I didn’t even realize my dick could get harder, but fuck if he hasn’t found a way.

  Slowly, he descends further, flicking that damn tongue of his with each inch he goes. At my belly button, he dips it in, and I can’t help the growl from my lips. My body is already covered in a light coating of sweat from my rapid squirming, clenching, and inability to breathe normally as he drives me crazier, pushing me further and further with desire. Just as he reaches my cock with that talented mouth, I sigh in relief. Finally.

  “No! Please! Luca. Oh, God, Luca. I need you,” I cry out as all he does is give it one slow lick before turning his head and pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

  “I love your begging,” he growls but still only brus
hes light kisses along my inner thigh and my V.

  “Please Luca, Luca, oh please, please,” I chant, unable to stop, needing him to give me a release. It must spur him on as he finally goes to my cock and licks all around it and then sucks on the head. It’s not enough, and I’m ready to cry from need. Finally, he slides down, taking it all the way to the root and causing my eyes to roll back in my head. The moan I let out is long and deep. I’m unable to do anything but make incomprehensible noises at this time as he sucks me, up and down, up and down, to some magical beat. I start shaking, close to that release I desperately need when he pops off and squeezes the base of my cock, stopping my orgasm. I howl in disbelief and pain.

  “Shhh, it’ll be better if you hold off,” Luca murmurs. I groan, not convinced as he captures one of my balls in his mouth and sucks, never letting off from his fierce grip. I can feel the pleasure, but it has nowhere to go. I whip my head back and forth, trying to force my release and unable to do so.

  Luca switches to my other one, sucking gently and then harder, making me feel the razor edge between pain and pleasure. He pops off giving me a moment to breathe, to relax and beat my need back as much as possible—which isn’t fucking far. When he releases my cock, I whine in disappointment, but it doesn’t take long before he has my legs over his shoulders and prompts me to raise my ass up. I’m clearly on display, but I can’t even feel embarrassed at the moment. Not when his tongue starts flicking along my hole. I arch against his shoulders, pushing myself even further up to give him access, and he snarls as he dives in even more, finally able to push his tongue into me. I can’t believe he’s fucking me with it, and yet he knows right when I’m about to blow and once again that damn hand comes up and grips my cock. I’m babbling and unable to even object. His head comes up, and I see his mouth is glistening wet.

  “Lube,” he demands, his words penetrate me just enough for me to fumble at the bedside table for it. While I haven’t been allowed to have sex, I found it stashed there weeks ago. I toss it down, and he makes quick work of preparing me. Finally, there are three fingers in me, and I’m riding them, chasing the pleasure. He slowly takes them out before slicking his cock up and pushing in. We both groan from the feeling. I feel him drag against my prostate, and I have to bite down on his shoulder. It makes him shudder in response and kick his hips harder. There’s no longer sweetness; it’s hard, unrestrained power. I match him each snap of his hips as much as possible, my hands digging into his back, knowing I’m leaving marks and thankful for it.

  “Come on me,” I demand. I want to feel marked. I need it. He speeds up and growls as he starts stroking my dick. He pulls out, too fast, too painfully, but I can’t focus on it as he aligns his cock with mine. The glide between them triggers my orgasm. It hits my chest, my throat, and even my chin. I barely even focus on him coming as my body melts into the mattress. He’s careful not to drop his weight on me, but it’s tough. I can feel his arms shake before he rolls off. The small kiss he gives me makes me moan just a little, somehow causing an aftershock of pleasure. I try to moderate my breathing, but I can’t quite get there.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Part of me didn’t want to leave, but I knew it was the plan from the beginning. The other part wanted to run away. The stark yearning on their faces as they kissed...it’s something I can’t give to either of them. That softness isn’t in me. I don’t want it either, but yet…

  I shake my head as I walk into my office, forcing my thoughts away from what’s happening in that room. I can enjoy the video later. I’ve barely just sat down when Ignacio strolls in. I scowl at him, but he’s so jittery he doesn’t acknowledge it.

  “Boss,” he says as he sits down in the chair Luca usually claims. The blue suit he’s wearing does nothing to hide the sharpness of his personality or body. I note he’s cut his hair again, this time so short it can barely be considered a crew cut. The top barely has any hair visible, and the sides are completely shaved. It somehow manages to make him look even more dangerous, something I wasn’t sure was even possible. The hint of blonde hair contrasts with everything else that’s dark about him. I note it looks like he has a new tattoo, this one creeping down his hand. He’s too far away for me to really make it out, but everything about him screams stay the fuck away. It’s his eyes that really tell the story. His eyes are so dark they look black yet are incredibly expressive. Right now, to anyone else, they’d probably see a man straight out of a horror novel, but I can see the slight nervousness there in his eyes. He’s mayhem, but mayhem has its limit. Inviting snakes into our nest has him on edge.

  “Ignacio. Report,” I command.

  “The Irish left about 45 minutes ago. They should be here in 15,” he responds, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

  I nod my head and stop myself from tapping on the desk. It may help me think, but I know it’ll put Ignacio further on edge. He goes to speak and stops himself, pressing his mouth into a tight line that causes his golden skin tone to turn white around those perfect lips.

  “Go ahead,” I sigh, needing him to get this over with. “Permission to speak.”

  “Are you…Well...Perhaps,” he stammers before taking a large breath and finishing, “Brendan is bringing three guards. And probably his dipshit brother. You’ve given your guards inside instructions to stay away. He’ll have a larger amount of people than you.”

  I can’t help but smile amusedly and laugh at his response. I know he doesn’t doubt his ability to take care of me, but since Emilio was shot, they’ve all been on edge. I smother the remainder of my humor to give him the seriousness he deserves.

  “I know you’re capable of protecting me. I’m capable of that myself. Don’t forget, I’m Il Padrone,” I chide him in a gentle voice. “We won’t be alone for long, and fuck if I’m going to let him think he’s a worthy opponent—we both know he can’t match us.”

  Ignacio slowly exhales at that and nods his head thoughtfully. My boys can be overprotective and sometimes need the reminder I’m the strongest. Perhaps another challenge in the gym would be worthwhile. I note it mentally, but for now, we need to leave it be as there’s no time. I start going through papers on my desk as we wait and thankfully Ignacio settles down quietly to the point, I’m able to forget he’s even in the room.

  The knock on the door snaps Ignacio to attention, and I look up expectedly. My boy rises gracefully to open the door, albeit warily. Unsurprisingly, it’s a guard to let me know the O’Connel Family is here. I wave him off and stand slowly. I know there’s one guard watching the Irish until we get there, and I already told them to disappear when we reach the foyer. I adjust my custom-tailored suit, the only way to go, and exit with Ignacio shadowing my every move. We enter the foyer, and I nod to the guard, who disappears soundlessly. Ignacio stands slightly behind me, and I look over our guests carefully. I know they would have been checked for weapons, my concession to the seriousness of the situation.

  Brendan stands still with an impassive look on his face. I note his suit isn’t nearly as well done like mine. It hangs a little too loose in the shoulders, and I fight the urge to curl my lip. I have no patience for sloppiness. Beside him is his brother, Eamon, who looks even more disheveled, his brownish-red hair standing up in places like he’s been running his hand through it. Most likely it’s from restraining the man who is fighting him. The captive most likely is not Irish, his tan skin, black hair, and deep caramel eyes giving no indication of being related to anyone in their organization. I only spare the three guards a cursory look, unimpressed with them. It’s clear they don’t have the discipline my men do. Their shifting bodies are stark in contrast to Ignacio’s still stature.

  “I see you’ve brought me a gift,” my voice booms out. “Is this who was speaking to Cliff?”

  “He’s who you’re getting,” Eamon snarls and shoves the man forward and onto his knees. “If you want info you can talk with him.”

  The man is protesting loudly behind a gag, struggling to get up. Th
is time I don’t hide my look of distaste. I gesture to Ignacio instead. He strolls over, picks the man up, and grabs the man’s head. Without a second of hesitation, he quickly snaps the man’s neck, letting his body drop to the floor with a thud. I hear the collective inhale from the guards, and even Brendan looks shocked before managing to wipe his face of any emotion.

  “Perhaps don’t insult me by bringing me a man that’s on your shit list. If you’re going to bring me a sacrifice, I expect someone you would actually regret killing. You can thank me later for getting rid of your trash and for accepting it as a sacrifice. If someone steals from me, I at least make sure to kill them personally—and slowly,” I reply, disgust clear on my face. I snap my fingers, and Ignacio returns to my side.

  “My brother?” Brendan asks tightly, his shoulders tense as he addresses me. Good. He should be wary of me—I’m Il Padrone.

  “I don’t believe Emilio has acknowledged that relationship, and I certainly have not heard Eamon declare that,” I say flatly and raise my eyebrow. Yeah, that’s fucking right. I know what’s being said behind closed doors between Brendan and Eamon, who is currently glaring at me like he wishes I’d die. I smother a snort. He’s like a kid at an adult table, and it isn’t going to happen, kiddo. I’ve already pulled the spy from their organization, so it doesn’t matter that I’m putting the cards on the table. It’s a good fucking reminder that I’ll always be on top—just ask my boys, I snicker mentally.

  “He is my brother, and what matters is what I say in my organization,” Brendan snarls, unable to keep his cool. Good. I like shaking him. I ignore his comment and gesture for them to follow me. Thankfully, the medical wing we’ve set up isn’t far. I don’t even pause at the door, even though I already know what they’ll be seeing.