Angelo started to say something else, but Devil laid a hand on his arm. “Lay off. He’ll handle it.”
It was rare for Devil to caution my brother. I wasn’t sure if he was working a little harder to show his loyalty to me or if he could simply tell I was near my breaking point. Either way, I appreciated the intervention. I didn’t want to fight with Angelo, but I also refused to talk about Peter anymore.
“I’m trying to protect you, Luce,” Angelo said.
“I know, but I need you to trust me on this.”
We hugged, and I sent them on their way to sniff out anything else they could find on Marco.
I tried to go through some spreadsheets that needed my approval, but I couldn’t concentrate. All I could think about was Peter.
I picked up my phone and pressed a button. “Carla, send Peter in.”
Peter entered my office, and I used a remote to lock the door behind him.
“Did you need something, sir?”
I’d told Peter to always address me using sir, as I would expect any employee to at work, but I was questioning the wisdom of that since every time he said it, my cock swelled.
I leaned back in my chair and unfastened my pants. “You can help me with this right here,” I said, gripping my dick and beginning to stroke it.
Peter’s eyes widened despite the fact that I’d called him into my office for sex several times.
“Sir, I thought you had a meeting.”
“I didn’t ask you to think, I want you on your knees, and I want your mouth around my cock. Right now.”
He kept his gaze on my hand as he walked slowly toward me. He stopped when he reached my desk, mesmerized watching me jerk myself off. “Kneel, Peter. I’m feeling impatient today.”
He did as I said. When he reached for my cock, I shook my head. “Hands behind your back. I only want your mouth.”
“I’m not sure if—”
I gripped his hair tightly, pulling him closer. “I already told you I don’t want you to think. Don’t question me. Just obey.”
I needed him like this. I needed to use him. I needed his obedience and submission. I needed to know he would do whatever I said because that was the only way I was going to be able to keep him.
“Yes, sir.” He whispered the words, and there was an edge of fear in his voice. It only made me want him more.
“Open your mouth,” I ordered.
He did, and I took his head in both hands to guide him until the tip of my cock brushed his lips. “Make this good.”
He looked up at me. I saw the surrender in his eyes and felt his warm exhale. I knew he was going to give me exactly what I needed.
I allowed him the freedom to tease my slit, and he flicked his tongue back and forth before sucking on just the head. Then I pulled him forward, forcing him to swallow more and more of me until I was all the way in his throat. I knew he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t struggle. He let me hold him there as long as I wanted to. When I let go, he jerked back and gasped for air.
“That’s good, Peter. Now give me more. I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every fucking drop. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
I yanked him to me again, and he took me all the way down. He slid his lips up and down my length as I fisted my hands in his hair. He sucked, licked, and teased, holding me deep in his mouth whenever I urged him to. Once he tried to pull back when I wasn’t ready, and I used my hand on the back of his head to force him against me. He gagged around me, but he didn’t fight. When I let him go, he looked up at me. There was no fear in his eyes, only desire.
“You love when I control you, don’t you? I can cut off your air or do anything I want to you and you’ll let me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Finish me,” I ordered.
He bent over me again, taking me back into his mouth and keeping his hands clasped at the base of his spine. He took my full length, swallowing around me and humming until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I thrust against him, arching my hips off my chair and coming in him, and just as I’d told him to, he swallowed every drop of my seed.
My phone buzzed a few moments later as Peter lay with his head pillowed on my thigh and a blissed-out expression on his face. I stretched so I could reach the receiver. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” Carla said, “but Vincent Trevisani is here, and he says the matter is urgent.”
I knew Carla wouldn’t have disturbed me for anything trivial. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready for him.”
Peter had sat back on his heels as I’d spoken to Carla. He started to rise to his feet, but I held up my hand. I was about to do the craziest thing I’d done in a long time. Angelo and Devil often taunted me, saying I’d become too cautious now that I was getting old. Maybe they were right and I needed a little crazy in my life. “You’re not leaving. I want you under my desk.”
13
Peter
I stared at Lucien. Surely I hadn’t heard him right. “Sir? Did you say—”
Lucien pointed under his desk. “Now.”
I glanced toward the door and back at him, my heart pounding. Was he really going to keep me under there while he met with someone?
There was a part of me that loved the wickedness of the idea as much as I loved every filthy thing Lucien wanted from me, but I was scared I would do something to give myself away.
As I crawled under the desk, I was thankful he’d gone for large and imposing when he’d selected it. I couldn’t fully sit up, but there was plenty of room for me even after Lucien scooted his chair closer to the desk. He’d left his pants open, his cock out.
“You’re going to take my cock back into your mouth, and you’re going to keep it there during my entire meeting. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, but I’m not sure—”
“You can do this because it’s what I want.”
He’d said those words to me several times before, and he’d always been right. What would it be like to have confidence like that?
“I will do my best, sir.”
He stroked the side of my face. “You’ll do better than that. You’ll do exactly what I ask of you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“When my meeting is over, if you’ve been a good boy, you’ll get a nice reward.”
Pleasing him would have been motivation enough for me, but the thought of how he might reward me made it so much better.
Lucien widened his legs as I moved between them. I laid my hands against his thighs, positioning myself so I could take his softened cock into my mouth. I heard him pick up the phone. “Carla, I’m ready for Mr. Trevisani.”
The door clicked as Lucien unlocked it. When it swung open, I didn’t dare move. I kept Lucien’s warm cock in my mouth, just holding it there, not daring to suck or lick or do anything else.
“Close the door behind you and have a seat,” Lucien said, his voice much colder and harsher than it had been when he’d given me his commands.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, sir,” Mr. Trevisani said, “but I have some information I think you’ll find vital to our joint operation.”
“I’m listening,” Lucien said.
I couldn’t believe I was actually there, kneeling on the floor under his desk, keeping his cock warm. If anyone had told me I’d do something like this before I’d met him, I would have vehemently denied it, but I was hard as fuck as I sat there. My cock ached from being trapped in my pants.
Lucien stroked the side of my face. Could Mr. Trevisani see his hand moving? Would he guess what was happening? Was this a normal thing for people in their world?
“Bozo Romano, Stefan’s cousin, called me this morning. He said Marco stopped in to see him, and they had an interesting conversation.”
“I’d like to hear the details,” Lucien said.
“The gist is, Marco said he was back in with his family. He was pushing to get the Romanos in bed with them. He c
laimed the Riccis have enough allies to make a move on you.”
Lucien laughed, but it wasn’t at all like the laugh I often heard when we talked in the evenings. It sent a chill down my spine.
“I know Marco could’ve been testing the waters,” Trevisani said. “And Bozo is often full of shit, but…”
“No. I don’t think he is this time. Stefan called me this morning and said his uncle mentioned an upcoming meeting with Marco that he planned to check up on.”
“That’s odd.” I could hear the confusion in Vinnie’s voice. “Bozo said Marco had just stopped by, and I had the impression his visit had taken Bozo by surprise. Maybe I misunderstood.”
“Yeah, maybe. Marco is up to something, though. That’s for sure.”
“That’s my impression too, sir.”
Lucien’s cock began to swell in my mouth, and my pulse sped up. I couldn’t pull back and disappoint Lucien, but if he grew fully hard, I didn’t know if I would be able to keep him in my mouth until the meeting ended.
You can do it because it’s what I want. Lucien’s words echoed in my mind. I would find a way. I wanted my reward.
I didn’t hear much of what was said over the next few minutes. I concentrated on holding Lucien’s expanding cock in my mouth and not making a sound. Drool ran from the corners of my mouth, and my neck ached from holding my head at the necessary angle. My knees weren’t happy either, but I would not fail Lucien.
“I appreciate you bringing this to my attention,” Lucien said. “I’m going to consider our options, and I’ll be in touch. Don’t pass anything on to Marco that isn’t common knowledge. And don’t worry, if Marco has betrayed us, his life is forfeit.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re dismissed.”
I heard the door unlock and the sound of retreating footsteps. Then the door closed behind Mr. Trevisani, and the lock clicked. I expected Lucien to give me permission to let him go then, but he picked up his phone and made a call. “Devil?… I want you to have a little talk with Marco. Seems he was giving Bozo Romano the impression his uncle has forgiven him… No. Scare him, but that’s all… Call me when it’s done.”
When he ended the call, Lucien finally looked down at me. I still didn’t move. I was determined not to until he told me I could.
He took my head in his hands and brushed his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Such a good boy, Peter. I’m proud of you. You stayed so still. That wasn’t easy, was it?”
I shook my head as much as I was able.
“But you didn’t give up.” I did my best to smile at him around his cock. He ran a finger through the wetness on my chin, then stroked my lips as I kept them stretched around him. “I’m tempted to fuck your face again, but I had a different sort of reward in mind.”
He scooted his chair back, and his cock fell from my mouth. I licked my lips and flexed my jaw.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“I… Yes.” I was more than all right. I was proud of myself for meeting the challenge and pleasing him. The way he was looking at me, like he was truly proud was almost reward enough.
“Good.” He held out his hand to me. “Stand up, clear some space on my desk, and bend over it.”
My legs were half asleep, so I was clumsy at first as I tried to get my feet under me. Lucien steadied me, then sat patiently watching me as I moved papers, a tablet, a paperweight, and pens out of the way, dropped my pants, and lay over his desk as instructed. The cool wood felt good against my overheated body.
I’d been shocked the first time Lucien had taken my cock in his mouth, but that was nothing compared to how I felt when he knelt behind me, pulled my cheeks apart, and blew warm breath on my hole.
“L-Lucien?”
“Have you been rimmed before, Peter?”
“I… um…” I had to swallow before I could speak. “No.” I’d never had the nerve to ask for it, and most of the men I’d been with just wanted to get off quickly.
“I like that I get to be your first.” He licked me from my balls all the way to the base of my spine, and I shuddered.
“Please.”
He laughed, the sound warm. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to stop. Enjoy your reward.”
I gasped when he flicked the tip of his tongue over my pucker. As he continued to tease me with the tip of his tongue, I gripped the front edge of his desk tightly, glad I had something to hold on to.
His hands dug into my ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt, but I didn’t care because he thrust his tongue into me, and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt.
He hummed against me. “You love that don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He tongue fucked my ass until my cock was so hard I was sure I was going to come without being touched. All my muscles felt like they’d gone liquid.
I whimpered when Lucien released me and sat back in his chair. I turned my head to look at him and saw him coat his now sheathed cock with lube. Had he started keeping those supplies in his desk drawer rather than his bathroom? If he’d created them from thin air, I wouldn’t have been surprised at that point. He was fucking magic.
He positioned me so I could ease down on his cock, and I sucked in my breath as he stretched me. I welcomed the sting, needing something to anchor me after wondering if I might float away on pleasure as my hardass mafia boss tongued me.
He held my hips, guiding me farther onto him. “Take it all.”
I held the edge of his desk to steady myself. My thigh muscles quivered with the strain, but no way in hell was I going to stop. I wanted every inch of him. I wanted everything he was willing to give me. I didn’t care if that made me crazy or desperate or what-the-hell ever. Yes, he’d sat right there while I held his cock in my mouth and casually talked about killing a man. That should have scared me more than it did. He was also demanding as fuck, but he’d never hurt me.
As soon as my ass pressed against him, he lifted me. “Fuck, I love watching my cock stretch your hole.”
I bit my lip, trying to hold in my whimpers.
“Good boy. You’ve got to keep quiet in here. All those gorgeous sounds are only for me.”
“Y-yes, sir.” I tried to lower myself again, but he held me still.
“I’m in charge.”
He sure as hell was, and I wanted it that way. He was everything I’d dreamed of as long as I didn’t let myself think about the danger he’d placed me in or the cruel things he did.
He lifted and lowered me slowly. My knuckles were white where I gripped the desk. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I had yet to come after sucking him, keeping his cock warm, having his tongue in me, and now this.
“Please, sir. Let me come.”
“Mmm. You know I love how prettily you beg.” He lifted me all the way off him and pushed me back over the desk. Then he stood and drove into me. I scrambled to grab onto the far edge of the desk and hold myself still as he fucked me mercilessly.
He laid over me so he could whisper in my ear. “Is this what you need?”
“I… Yes. Please.”
He worked me hard and fast, hips slamming against me. I let go with one hand and stuffed my fist in my mouth so I could stay silent.
“I want you to come without being touched. Can you do that for me?”
I never had before, but I thought I might if he kept up what he was doing. He angled my hips so his cock dragged over my prostate. A few more strokes was all it took. My body tensed, heat raced along my spine, and I thought I might erupt in flames. Then cum shot from my cock. I knew I was making a mess on his carpet, but I couldn’t worry about that as pleasure so intense it hurt pulsed through me. Lucien drove deep, and I came with a muffled groan.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking good, Peter. I swear I’m addicted to you.”
It was a few seconds before I could speak. “Is that bad?”
He kissed the back of my neck. “No, baby. Not as long as you serve me this well.”
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“I like serving you.”
“Then we’re a good match.”
Were we really, though?
He pulled out of me, and I thought about how hot it would be to feel his cum run down my legs, telling me I’d been thoroughly marked by him. He was right. I really was happiest when serving him.
14
Lucien
Later that day, I met my Aunt Sabrina for lunch. I tried to focus on our conversation, but I was concerned about the information Vinnie had given me, but what really weighed on my mind was Angelo’s insistence I question Peter’s loyalty.
By the time we’d finished eating, I could tell Sabrina was annoyed with me. She pursed her lips in a pout that typically made men fall all over themselves to do anything to make her happy again. “You’re not your usual charming self today, Lucien.”
I sighed. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“It’s Peter, isn’t it?”
I almost denied it, but Sabrina had a way of seeing through me.
“Peter is one factor.”
“I like him. He’s good for you. But that worries you, doesn’t it?”
“How do I know whether to trust my instincts?”
She frowned. “Are you saying the all-powerful Lucien Marchesi is doubting himself?”
“You’re testing my resolve to be mannerly.”
A laugh burst from her that had several people looking our way. “Lucien, it’s so easy to tell you have strong feelings for him. Don’t let that frighten you.”
“Sabrina, do you honestly think I’m afraid of a boy like Peter?”
She narrowed her eyes, and I knew she saw through my act. “You’re afraid of your heart.”
I felt lightheaded and more frightened under her piercing gaze than I would’ve been facing any of our family’s enemies. I understood the men I usually went up against. They were bent on revenge, power-hungry, but what Sabrina was talking about… I didn’t have time for that in my life.
“You’re wrong, Sabrina. He’s attractive and obedient. That’s why I’m keeping him around.”
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