Vendetta del Cuore

by Leigh Kenzie

  I can hear them squabbling out there, but I really don’t give a fuck. Instead, I peel off the shirt that’s stuck to my body from my sweat. As I start to pull it over my head, I feel a touch on my back, making me jump as I finish taking it off. I look over my shoulder and see Master standing there. I quickly turn to face him and sink to my knees immediately. I see him chuckle, his lips stretch into the sexy half-smile that catches me off guard.

  “You realize you don’t have to go to your knees anymore, right?” Master purrs, though he steps closer and runs his fingers along my jawline.

  “Yes, Master,” I respond and watch his eyes darken with lust. The sharp intake of his breath seemingly reverberates in the room. It takes him a moment before he backs up and gestures for me to stand.

  “I won’t interrupt, but I wanted to let you know we’re having dinner early tonight. I’ll meet you in the dining room at 4. I’m pleased with Dr. Conti’s report that you're healing according to plan. I do suggest you make sure to take a nice long nap before dinner. And perhaps a shower before and after, hmm?”

  Without saying another word or waiting for an answer, Master leaves. I’m not sure what wicked delights he has in mind for tonight, but my cock is already hardening at the thought. Looks like I’m going to be having a cold shower before my nap. Great. But at this point, I need something to take care of my arousal, and I know better than to come without his permission, even if I’m fully considered one of his boys now. With Master, it’s not better to ask forgiveness than permission. Not fucking up is more important than getting off, I remind myself before I head into the chilly water. At least after this I can sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  I’m not exactly nervous, but this certainly feels odd. I’m not a fan of whatever this feeling is, but I know tonight is different. Originally, I planned to take Emilio to the playroom, but for some reason, I led him here, into my bedroom and sanctuary.

  When Emilio came down to dinner, I almost choked when I took in his outfit. I expected him to wear a suit like all the other boys, but he embraces his uniqueness. Instead, he wore jeans that fitted him so tightly I’m surprised he could move. It accentuated his leanness, those long legs, and most of all that tight perky ass. It’s his shirt that captured my attention the most. I could barely look away during dinner. It’s definitely not like any shirt I’ve seen before. It’s more feminine, more like a blouse. There’s a baby blue lace overlay, and the pastel color is in direct contrast to the black halter top underneath. The onyx shade appears silky underneath, it’s made from either a silk or satin. I can’t tell with the lace on top, but I’m certainly looking forward to gliding my hands all over it. It’s been cut in such a way it gives him curves in all the right places, even if that sounds incredibly wrong. I caught sight of the back, and aside from the string keeping up the halter top, it’s all made from lace.

  I want to touch it. I want to tear it. But most of all I want to touch the creamy skin underneath. I’m not sure where he found it. I definitely didn’t buy it for him. I have a feeling this was all Ignacio as he’s taken to shopping for Emilio, and I make a mental note to give him my approval and send him for extra clothes like this.

  I don’t even remember much of dinner, and now that I have him on his knees, my cock is even harder looking at the top and just him. My hand automatically caresses his face, tilting his face up to look at me. I’m not sure what he sees, but he smiles at me, filled with joy. I haven’t had a boy that’s looked at me like this before. I’ve had pleading, seduction, and, even in Antonio’s case, awe. However, none have looked at me with this soul-deep elation. The trust he puts in me I expect from all my boys, but he gives it so freely, and after everything I’ve done to him...I can’t figure him out. But it doesn’t really matter. He’s mine, and he’ll go nowhere but my side. I’ll keep him tethered to me, and if he ever tries to fly away, I’ll clip whatever’s left of his wings.

  “I have something for you,” I purr. I wait for his response, but he remains quiet. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t demand as others would. Instead, he waits patiently on his knees.

  “Do you think you deserve a present?” I question, curious for his answer.

  “If you believe I do, Master,” he softly replies. Those eyes kill me. The patience he shows, like he’d be happy at my feet forever. I’d promise to keep him safe, but that’s not me. No. I’m going to hurt him, and I’m vicious enough not to care. For some bizarre reason, he doesn’t seem to either.

  “Hmm…” I murmur before turning around to one of the boxes on my bed.

  I slowly open it, dragging the anticipation out. I lift the collar out gently before turning back to him. As soon as he sees what’s in my hands, he lets out a soft gasp and leans forward a bit. I lift my eyebrow at him, looking at him severely. I watch him automatically readjust his posture, but the yearning look doesn’t go away.

  “Do you know what this is, boy?” I query. It’s clear he does, but I want the words from him. I want him to acknowledge it.

  “Yes, Padrone. It’s a collar. A visible sign of your possession. Is it one I can wear all the time?”

  I can’t restrain my own smile at his excited response, although mine is certainly more wicked. His formal acknowledgment of my position as Master once again and his desire to be branded by me…I can’t wait to put the collar on him.

  “It can’t be wet, so you’ll need to remove it before showering or taking a swim, but otherwise, I expect it to stay on your neck. There will be repercussions if you don’t wear it the rest of the time,” I warn him as I run my hands across the braided leather.

  “It’ll stay on, Master. I promise,” he vows as he shows me more of his neck, encouraging me to put it on him.

  I chuckle lightly as I remove his old collar and place my hand on his neck, feeling him swallow before I replace it with the leather collar. I drop my hand away and watch his reaction. His hands twitch to touch it, but he remains steady, keeping them on his legs. However, when I look down, the bulge in his pants makes it clear how much this turns him on. His eyes darken to stormy sea green, the lust palpable. It feels like the entire room is electric, one breath away from combustion.

  “Show me your gratitude,” I demand roughly, threading my fingers through his hair.

  He quickly moves forward, unzipping my dress pants and pushing them down. My boxer briefs don’t make it down on the initial pass, my cock is too hard, leaking and making the material wet. However, it doesn’t deter Emilio. He leans forward and nuzzles the material, mouthing at my covered dick and pulling a moan from me before torturously slowly removing them. He doesn’t waste a second, but leans in immediately and covers my cock with his mouth. The warm, wet, heat surrounds me, making me tighten my grip on his hair. He groans in response, and the vibration makes me growl and push forward with my hips. The quick movement makes him choke, and I throw back my head and moan. I pull back lazily, not caring about his discomfort. Only when my tip is almost out does he move forward again, licking and sucking along the shaft. As he pulls back, he sucks harder, lavishing attention on the crown, and my entire body shakes with anticipation. He’s learned exactly what I like, and he has me on the brink of an orgasm too fast for what I want right now. I use his hair and force him off my cock as I breathe heavily.

  I pull him up off his knees, ignoring the pained whimpers, and bend him over the bed. My hands can’t resist feeling that lace and satin. I’m too impatient to linger, to tease him like that. Instead, I take those too-tight jeans off him. My fingers graze lace as I peel the pants off. There he is, standing in lacy underwear. I move my hand to the front, and it’s soaked with precum. As much as I want to savor the look, it flips something in me, and I reach out and tear them. Emilio is lucky I remember to lube my cock because I shove into him forcefully, not prepping him or giving him any time to adjust. I grab his shoulders for leverage and set a brutal pace, one I’m sure pains him judging from the distressed sounds coming from him. Yet they’re intermixed
with moans, so I don’t let up, fucking him harder into the bed.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  My ass burns, and my hands fist the comforter on Master’s bed. I can’t find anything to anchor myself to, and I’m at his mercy completely. I can only take the battering he unleashes on my body. I would have expected to be plenty loosened from last night, but instead, this heightens the pain, and I can’t hold back the whimpers and yelps when he goes deeper. His body crushes me as he puts weight on me, it’s hard to breathe properly, and yet...I find myself becoming increasingly excited. My cock must be staining the comforter with how it’s trapped between me and the side of the bed.

  Master shows no sign of stopping, he’s marking me thoroughly with his tight grip on my shoulders and forceful thrusts. It sends a shiver down my spine to know I’ll have a collection of bruises to go with my new collar. Just thinking of the collar pushes the pain to the side, I feel it with every slide against the bed, reminding me how owned I am. People might think I’m fucked in the head, but I can’t deny the twisted part in my soul that gets off on it. To know I’m his and only his. I’m different from the rest of the boys, and that brings me a high I can’t resist. That feeling is so strong it makes my cock twitch, and I give in to the rush.

  All of a sudden, his teeth latch onto my shoulder, and I howl. That’s all it takes before I come, harder than I did the night before. My knees go weak, and I swear I lose consciousness for a moment. By the time I get my bearings, I can tell it’s only because Master reached down and pulled me up by my hips so that he can continue. The pleasure from a moment ago switches to pure pain as every hard thrust of his cock hits my overstimulated prostate and tears stream down my face. I’m sure he can tell by the hitches of my shoulders that I’m losing it, and his only response is to go faster, harder, and deeper. He keeps me up with one hand, and using his other, pushes my head into the bed, smothering me. I can’t help but eventually fight against him stealing my breath, and that’s when it happens. He floods my ass with his cum and falls heavily on me. Thankfully, he lets go of my head, and I manage to quickly pull some air in.

  I’m not sure how long it takes before he leaves me, but he slowly pulls me up. I still can’t find the strength to stand so he lifts me up on the bed. He tells me to hold still, and I must doze momentarily because when he comes back he has a warm cloth, and he’s wiping me down thoroughly. I’ve gained enough strength that I’m able to manage to crawl between the covers with his help. I moan as the cool sheets meet my overheated body. I don’t put up a fight when Master takes off my top. I note mentally that I need to get more of them. And definitely more of those panties, anything that pushes him over the edge like that I need to have. I don’t care how much fucking pain I’ll be in tomorrow. Master climbs into the bed behind me and moves us closer to the center. With an arm wrapped around me, he keeps me close against him. I feel his hand ghost across my collar one last time before I fall asleep, worn out by the emotions and the merciless fuck he gave me.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  I wake up with Emilio wrapped around me. I wait for my muscles to tense, but it doesn’t happen. Normally I’d be out of the bed quickly if someone dared sleep by me, but this time, I don’t feel the crushing need. Instead, I take a deep breath, enjoying the feel of him. I worry he’s a weakness but at the same time he’s as fucked up as me. The darkness in me calls to the darkness in him, and I can see glimpses of the monster inside him waiting to break out. Once it does, nothing will stop us.

  “Is it morning?” Emilio grumbles against my chest, and I rub a hand down his back. I make it to his ass and squeeze hard.

  “Fuck!” he screeches and quickly rolls away. I laugh, and his initial attempt at a glare wears off quickly. Instead, he smiles at me even as he can’t hide the pain.

  “Sore?” I chuckle as I slide out of bed.

  My feet hit the plush carpeting and I head directly to the bathroom. It doesn’t take long before Emilio joins me. I start the huge whirlpool tub for him, making sure it’s the right temperature and adding some bath salt to help his muscles. From the way he’s moving, he needs it.

  “Bend over and let me look,” I command.

  As he drapes himself over the tub, I can’t resist sliding my hands over his body before dropping them down to his ass. I pull his ass cheeks apart and look at his hole. It’s inflamed, and I can tell from the way he gingerly moves that he’s in pain. I silently help him into the tub and let him get situated. With some hesitation, I take his collar off to make sure it doesn’t get wet. I shake my head at his pout. His hands reach for his bare neck, touching it like he wishes it was still there, and knowing him, he does. I watch him for a moment, and there’s not a hint of embarrassment of hiding his body. It’s intoxicating. Eventually, I force myself to leave him to his bath and make my way to the shower. It doesn’t take me long, even though I stand under the hot spray longer than normal. I have my own aches to take care of as I’m not getting any younger.

  As soon as I’m out of the shower, I grab one of the heated towels and dry off before going to help him out. He stays still as I dry him, compliant with every move I make. We don’t speak, but the silence isn’t uneasy. By the time I lead him out of the bathroom, the maids have already been in, and I nod approvingly to the new bedding they’ve put down. They also laid out clothing options for Emilio. Not much gets past them. I go to my closet to start getting my own clothes, but I stop the moment he sinks to his knees again. A slight whine escapes his lips as I freeze, looking at him. With a wicked grin, I figure out what he wants.

  “Bow your head,” I say as I come closer to him.

  As soon as he does, I grab his collar from the bathroom and hook it around his neck, feeling the tightness of it. I allow him to raise his head, and I see the deep contentment there, and it reminds me of the other surprise I have for him.

  “Stay,” I murmur as I go to my dresser and open the box I had been saving.

  I gently lift the cuff and bring it over to him. I hold it out to him, and he takes it reverently. His hands lightly rub across the metal cuff as he turns it around. I can tell by his gasp when he reads it.

  “Proprietà del Padrone,” Emilio says carefully. He still needs to learn proper Italian, but it was an acceptable attempt.

  “You are my property—always,” I smirk and allow him to put it on.

  There’s no hesitation as he slides it onto his right wrist. I remember when he fought me so hard on denying he was my property. Now here he is down on his knees embracing it. The jolt of lust I expect, but the hit of pride throws me. I manage to ignore it as I gesture for him to stand. I decide not to have him in a suit yet. Instead, I point to another pair of jeans, sadly these aren’t as tight, and a crimson-colored short-sleeved polo shirt.

  By the time we both finish dressing, I note that it’s time for breakfast, and I don’t want to run late. I take one final look at him. The black collar and cuff stands out perfectly against his pale skin and the red shirt. I can only imagine what it would look like if he were to wear something more delicate, but I ignore the thought immediately. We don’t have time for anything fun this morning, and if I think about that, it’ll be impossible to leave the room right now. As always, he knows his place, and I don’t even have to say where we’re going for him to follow.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  I step into the dining room, and it surprises me that everyone is here. Normally meals aren’t attended by everyone, especially as not all the boys live in the mansion. As soon as we enter, all the boys stand, waiting for Master to take his seat at the head of the table. He pulls me to him and gestures for me to sit on his left side. Luca is directly across from me, and his smirk tells me he realizes exactly what’s around my neck. I don’t shy away from his direct gaze. Instead, I raise my head further, jutting my jaw out just a bit. I’m not embarrassed at all and want to make that clear.

  As soon as Master sits, we all take our own seats. I find I have to sit rather cautiously as my ass
still fucking hurts, regardless of using the cream again. Thank fuck the dining room chairs have covers. I’m not surprised to see Ignacio here or even Marcus. However, I can’t say I’m pleased to see Antonio. From the looks of it, the feeling is mutual. I can’t resist a vicious grin at the jealousy that flashes in his eyes when he sees my new collar. I sober quickly when I feel Master’s hand on my leg. I turn my attention to him, immediately. It’s times like these that I realize I somehow completely forget he’s Il Padrone. The Master of us all. Nobody in his organization can doubt it. His piercing eyes sweep across the table, connecting with each of us, reminding us he controls every moment of our lives. The air is filled with anticipation over whatever is coming, but also a reverence for our Master. Antonio’s may be tinged with lust, and Luca’s with duty, but all of us will lay our lives down for him. Intellectually, I know he’s warped us into his minions—perhaps even monsters—but I won’t back away. Vengeance still rushes through my veins, pushing me forward into Master’s embrace.

  “Today’s schedule is two-fold. As always when a new boy fully joins the ranks, we celebrate. However, we also have a pressing issue to handle today,” Master says. He pauses as he looks at each one of us carefully. “Most of you have been by my side for years. It’s why you’re sitting here in this room, in the inner sanctum, where nobody else has been granted access.”

  Silence meets his reminder of where we sit in his regard and the seriousness of the situation we’ll be facing. It dampens the celebratory feeling from two nights ago when I joined the ranks completely or last night’s claim. Yet it doesn’t subtract from Master’s declaration that I belong.