Dark Illusion (Famiglia Book 3)

by A. J. Daniels

  I hesitantly take a step forward and then another and another until I’m standing directly in front of him, only a breath of air separating us.

  “Kai,” he breathes. His face scrunching like he’s in pain. Like the physical closeness of my body is causing him anguish. His eyes squeeze shut, but I’m not having it. I grab the sides of his head and force his face down the inch to mine.

  “Let’s do this,” I surprise us both by saying. I know I’ll grow to regret this later, but right now I can’t bring myself to care. After my encounter with surfer dude and realizing how wrong it felt to have someone else’s hands on me, then seeing Toni standing there all rumpled suit and worry in his eyes, it just drove home the fact that he’s it for me.

  His eyes snap open, instantly locking onto mine at my words.

  “I want to be with you. I’ll go back to being in the closet, to hiding.”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “I can’t be selfish and ask you to do that.”

  “It’s a good thing you’re not asking then. The month or however long, without you was hell. This past week, knowing you were so close but not being able to reach out and touch you was hell. I don’t want to experience that again. So, if this is the only way I get to have you then let’s do it.”

  Toni closes the distance between us and kisses me, but it’s not hungry, it’s not dominating or possessive. It’s perfect.

  “Take me home, Toni,” I whisper when he lets us up for air.

  Kai

  “I COULD GET used to seeing you in my space,” Toni says, leaning a hip against the center island in the kitchen. His hair mussed from sleep, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

  Before he has a chance to move, I grab my phone from the counter and snap a quick picture then immediately add it to my favorites album. If we didn’t work at the same company, there’s no doubt that I would’ve made it the lock screen, but I won’t chance anyone walking by just as it lights up and Toni’s picture if the first thing they see.

  “Is there any more of that?” he asks, nodding to the cup in my hand.

  I grin, not able to resist messing with him a bit. “No, I’ll have to make a new pot. I drank it all waiting for sleeping beauty to wake up.”

  Toni pauses halfway to the coffee maker and if looks could kill, the one he’s leveling at me would ensure a gruesome death. My lips twitch causing his eyes to snap down to my mouth. When it finally dawns on him that I’m fucking with him, he growls and mumbles something about it being a good thing I’m hot before reaching for a clean mug and pouring himself coffee.

  “I’m sorry. It was just too easy,” I say with a laugh, taking a sip of my own caffeine goodness that’s now gone cold, but I drink anyway.

  “Just remember payback’s a bitch,” he says behind the rim of his mug.

  After rinsing out my mug in the sink and placing it on the drying rack, I corner him, bracing my hands against the counter at his hips and lean in to run my nose up his neck from the curve of his shoulder.

  “What if I make it up to you?”

  “And how do you plan on doing that?” he breathes, tilting his head to give me better access.

  “Hmm, I could tell you,” I rasp, pulling his pants down as I drop to my knees in front of him, “but I’d rather show you.”

  “Kai, holy fuck,” he moans when I take him all the way. His hands slide through my hair to grip the back of my head.

  I fumble with the waistband of my pajama pants and free my aching cock, moaning on his when my hand wraps around the base of mine and I squeeze trying to hold off my orgasm. Toni grunts, his fingers tightening in my hair when my tongue runs over each of the bars of his Jacob’s Ladder, so I do it again. When he curses and tries to push me off his dick, I do it one more time before relaxing my throat, allowing him to fuck my mouth. My hand on my cock begins stroking to a rhythm that matches his thrusts and before I know it, Toni is bellowing that he’s going to come. Sure enough, moments later jets of cum shoot down my throat and I try to swallow it all while my own orgasm races through my body, my cum coating my hand and stomach.

  ‘Yeah,” Toni pants, leaning against the counter, “could definitely get used to this.”

  I laugh, standing up and placing a kiss on his lips. “Shower with me?”

  “You don’t even need to ask,” he says, grabbing my non-cum coated hand and leading me to the master bathroom.

  ***

  “Well, isn’t it the newest millionaire,” Sean jokes the minute he picks up the phone.

  “Hello to you too, asshole.” I grin, cracking open a beer and falling back onto the sofa I just bought with my first paycheck from Luca Enterprises. I didn’t technically have to wait for that first check, since I had a little over two million sitting in my bank account just waiting for me to spend it, but I was saving it for a rainy day.

  “We were starting to think you had forgotten about us lowly people.”

  “If only that were true.”

  “Asshole,” Sean grumbles under his breath.

  I hear the telltale sound of a door opening and closing in the background and then more voices on the other end when Sean mentions I’m on the phone.

  “Yo. How’s life in the big city treating you?” Craig asks at the same time as Dane says, “You coming to the Ti-Cats game?”

  “If you get the tickets, I’ll be there.”

  Dane snorts, “The millionaire wants me to buy him a Hamilton Tiger-Cats game ticket.”

  “Yeah. Asshole. I’m rich, not stupid,” I laugh.

  “Did you tell him?” I hear Craig asking in the background and then Sean telling him to shut the fuck up.

  “Tell me what?” I ask, sitting straighter. The hairs on the back of my neck sticking up.

  “Nothing,” Dane says, cursing under his breath and telling the other two idiots to shut up.

  “What the fuck’s going on D?”

  “Fucking fuck. Look, we didn’t want to be the ones to tell you this. In fact, your lawyer should’ve contacted you already but apparently the good for nothing is sleeping on the job.”

  “Dane,” I growl in warning, willing him to get to the point already.

  “He’s out, Kai,” is all he says, like I’m supposed to automatically know what the fuck he’s talking about.

  The longer the silence stretches on the other side, I begin to realize who he is and what Dane is trying to tell me. The can of beer I’m holding slips through my fingers, crashing to the hardwood floor beneath my feet.

  “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” His words echo in my head. “Você é meu.” Which I’d later learn was Portuguese for “You’re mine.”

  “How? When?”

  “We don’t know. Sean saw him as he was leaving the gym the other night. Look, Kai, we think you should hire some protection while you’re out there or the three of us can come there for a bit.”

  “It’s been years, almost a decade. I don’t think-”

  “He told Sean to give you a message, Kai. He wants you to know that he’s coming for you. His exact words were, ‘Next time nothing will come between us.’”

  I swallow down the bile rising up the back of my throat. Sean, Dane, and Craig were all with me the day I had to testify and see him in court. The last day I ever laid eyes on my captor. It was a long fight but eventually the local police department began taking my case seriously, only after I ended up in the emergency room fighting for my life. After that, it didn’t take long for the Crown attorney to prosecute him and then a jury to convict him. The lawyer had promised me that he’d get close to a life sentence. He didn’t… he got ten years.

  I should’ve had another year, dammit. Another year to rebuild my life, to get as far away from those memories and him as possible.

  Patrick ‘Trick’ Alveraz.

  Just the thought of his name has the entire contents of my stomach wanting to make another appearance.

  “The boys and I will make the trip down there this coming weekend
, but you gotta get some protection set up, Kai. I don’t like the fact that the son of a bitch is out a year early and your lawyer hasn’t told you a damn thing about it.”

  “Yeah,” I respond, not really hearing him but agreeing to whatever Dane’s saying because I need to get off the phone. There’s no telling exactly how long Trick has been out of prison for and if Sean saw him last night, he could very well have figured out by now that I’m not in Hamilton anymore. “I’ll, uh, I’ll ask Toni if he knows of any reputable personal security companies.”

  The line goes quiet, the voices in the background silent.

  “Toni? As in the same guy from Belize?” Dane curses. “Shit, Kai. Tell me you didn’t take this job because of him.”

  “I didn’t know he was the COO until after I got hired on,” I say, feeling the need to defend Toni.

  The shitty thing about being the youngest in the group is that the other three always seem to want to big brother me. Not like I’m a capable thirty-something or anything. It only got worse when they found out I was gay. I understand where their protectiveness is coming from. Even though society has made leaps and bounds in acceptance where the LGBTQ+ community is concerned, it’s still not where it should be. People are still being killed for being gay, still being bullied and humiliated.

  Dane goes off an a tangent while Sean argues he knew there wasn’t something right about the guy when they met him in Belize, but I tune them all out because the lock on the apartment door is being turned and then the door swings open, revealing Antonio’s handsome face on the other side.

  Sighing in relief, I flop back against the sofa. Angry at myself for allowing the guys and the news of Trick’s release to get to me. Does it worry me knowing he could potentially be coming for me like he told Sean? Sure, it does. But I didn’t spend six days a week in the gym for the last nine years on nothing. I’m not the scrawny young adult I was back then. It’s going to take a hell of a lot more for him to get to me. Not to mention, I have my sexy mafia man now.

  Antonio stalks toward me, a seductive smirk on his face while he sheds his suit jacket. My mouth goes dry, my dick twitching against the confines of my underwear and jeans.

  “Hang up the phone, baby,” Toni instructs, stopping just out of arm’s reach in front of me.

  Not bothering to offer a ‘Goodbye’ or a ‘See you this weekend’ to the guys on the other end, I tap the red button and toss the device down on the sofa beside me. As soon as the phone leaves my fingers, Toni straddles my lap, grinding down on me. Our dicks rubbing against each other.

  “Somebody’s in a good mood.”

  Toni grins, “I got to leave the office early today and come home to you. What’s there to not be in a good mood about?”

  I still under his touch, remembering Dane’s warning, but when Toni turns concerned eyes on me, I shove the worry aside, not ready to have that talk right now, and kiss him. Undoing both our pants, I pull us both out and line up the heads of our cocks.

  Antonio groans, dropping his forehead to mine, watching me stroke us together in my fist, adding a little twist on the upstroke.

  “Feels so good,” he grunts, his hips punch forward. “I want you to fuck me.”

  ***

  Antonio

  Kai’s grip on our dicks falters at my confession. I don’t blame him. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have dreamed of saying the words. Before Kai, I had never had sex with another man, let alone ever bottom but I knew it wouldn’t be for me. I wanted to give this to him, though. I wasn’t ready to put what I felt toward him into words just yet, but I could give him this. I could give him me.

  “Are you sure?” His voice is hoarse… straining with the words.

  Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his and rock my hips, fucking into his fist. “I want you to fuck me, Kai.”

  “Fuuuck,” he groans. “You’re killing me.”

  I give him a quick peck on his lips then push off his lap, gripping his hand in mine and pulling him up from the sofa with me. Not letting go of his hand, I lead us down the hall and into the master bedroom. The lights are already dimmed low, windows cracked open a bit to let the cool late autumn breeze in. Toronto is experiencing higher than normal temperatures for being October, but the nights are starting to get colder.

  I pause at the foot of the bed imagining what’s about to take place in the next several minutes. Am I ready to give up this part of myself? Strong arms wrap around my middle, a hard chest pressing into my back, and I know I am.

  “We don’t have to do this. You can fuck me, and I’d still be perfectly happy,” Kai whispers against the shell of my ear, making me shiver.

  Spinning around, I catch his lips with mine in a kiss. His hands lightly skim down my back to cup my ass, pulling me closer to him.

  “I want this. I want you,” I pant.

  Kai pushes my pants and underwear the rest of the way down. I kick them off along with my socks, never allowing my hands or lips to leave his body. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve touched this man, I’m always finding new spots I hadn’t discovered before. New places that make him shiver, that make him curse, make his hips buck that much harder. One day I hope to know his body as well as my own.

  “Take off your shirt and turn around. Bend over the bed,” he instructs, raising an eyebrow, daring me to argue.

  I don’t. I can’t. I need him to dominate me as much as he needs to control me. I tug my shirt off as directed. When I’m naked as the day I was born, I turn around and bend over the foot of the bed, adding a little wiggle to my ass.

  Smack!

  I jump at the sting. Looking back over my shoulder with a scowl, Kai stands there buck naked, with an impressive hard-on and a shit eating grin. I want to return the favor but then he drops to his knees, palms my ass cheeks apart and licks from my balls to my hole.

  “Ah, holy shit.”

  Kai nuzzles between my cheeks, his tongue rimming my hole, his fingers gripping into the flesh of my ass leaving bruises.

  “Kai, please,” I beg, clutching the bedsheets. I can’t take much more. If he keeps going like this, fucking my hole with his tongue while rolling my balls in his hands, I’m going to come embarrassingly fast, and I’d rather come with his cock buried deep inside me.

  Twisting around, I grip the top of his hair and yank him up. “Fuck me,” I grunt, crashing my mouth down on his, tasting myself on his tongue.

  Kai fumbles with a condom but I close my hand over his. “No. Just you. Just want to feel you.”

  “Toni…”

  “Kai, fuck, I’m so close. Want to come with you in my ass. Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, baby.”

  At those words it’s like a switch flips inside him. He pushes my face down into the bed, mounting me from behind. His cock already slicked with lube, rubs up and down my hole, down my taint and back up again.

  “I’m clean,” he grunts when I feel him at my hole.

  “Kai…”

  My voice is cut off when the head of his cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle in my ass. I immediately tense up, shutting my eyes against the sting of pain.

  “Relax, baby,” Kai soothes in my ear, nipping my earlobe then kissing down the back of my neck, over my shoulders. His hand curls to wrap around my dick, giving it a couple of pulls.

  When I begin to relax, Kai pushes in slowly, inch by inch. A bit later he’s fully seated, his balls resting against mine, but he doesn’t move, allowing me to adjustment to his size.

  “Toni.” A kiss on my back. “Baby.” Another kiss. “I have to move,” he groans out and when I nod, feeling the bite of pain dim into the background, Kai slowly withdraws then pushes back in.

  His thrusts are shallow, slow. Testing. After a while I begin to meet each one of his thrusts with my own, pushing back against him. Only then do Kai’s thrusts become harder, faster. And when he angles his hips a different way, gripping mine hard and thrusting in again, an almost animalistic sound escapes me.

  Kai chuckles, �
��Ah, I think I found your prostate.”

  “Oh, shit. Do that again.”

  He does. I clench the sheets harder in my hand, bringing a piece up to bite into to keep myself from crying out in ecstasy when he hits that same spot over and over again. Kai curses when my hole clenches around him.

  “I’m going to come,” he grunts, quickly scrambling up to his knees, he withdraws his dick and hot spurts of cum land on my ass, sliding down over my hole. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, sliding back into me. He drops his weight onto my back, curls his arms under my shoulders, and ruts up into me. His fist pumps up and down my dick, the little twist tugging on each one of the bars on my Jacob’s Ladder.

  “Shit. Fuck.” I shudder with the release of my orgasm, covering Kai’s hand with my cum.

  Kai

  “SO, WANT TO tell me what that phone call was all about? The one that had you looking like you saw a ghost when I walked in?” Toni asks, his fingers lightly tracing up and down my arm as we lay in bed in postcoital bliss.

  As much as this is a conversation I would rather avoid, I know Dane is right. Trick is a loose cannon on the best of days. He’s had almost ten years to plot and plan a way to get back at me for putting him in prison in the first place. However, my reasoning for telling Toni is much more selfish than that. After all, I don’t think I would be telling him if he weren’t part of the mafia.

  But being so well connected must come with certain advantages. I’m hoping it’s one of those advantages I can use to my benefit. Say… making sure Trick doesn’t harm another boy now that he’s free to roam wherever he pleases.

  I sigh, knowing I have to come clean. Taking Toni by the hand I lead him to the sofa and settle my back against his chest, not wanting to have this conversation in bed. Toni’s fingers lightly trace up and down my arm while the other wraps around my middle.