“Well, I’m glad you got out.” He turned to look at me. “How did you get out?”
“Someone helped me. They paid a huge amount to free me from Grim and sent me to the military.” I hated having to lie to him. I didn’t know why it bothered me, but I couldn’t compromise my position. I couldn’t tell him that it was Diego Barbieri, the Don of the Southern Mafia, who paid for my freedom and trained me as a different kind of soldier from what my CV said.
“Grim?”
Shit. I’d already given him too much information. What was it about this man that made me lower my guard? Made me soft. Softer than I’d ever been.
“Doesn’t matter. That was the past.”
“Did they treat you differently? When you came out as a gay man?”
I exhaled, the movement causing my bicep to brush against his. My stomach swooped at the accidental contact.
“I never actually came out. I just… always was out. I was treated differently, yeah, especially when I joined the mafia. But luckily, I know how to fight, and everyone knows it, too. If they didn’t, they soon found out. That’s usually enough to make them think twice about starting shit with me.” I shoved his shoulder with mine, an excuse to touch him again. “And now you can, too.”
He shook his head, staring down at the bottle of water in his hands. “I think I’m bi. But I’ll never come out.”
That wasn’t what I meant. I was suggesting he could fight, not tell the world he liked men. Still, it was the first admission he’d made to me about his sexuality since he let me make him come in my car.
I rubbed my hand down my face because I didn’t know how to respond to that. I could understand why coming out as a bisexual mafia boss felt impossible. But pretending to be someone you aren’t, playing a role for the rest of your life andhiding who you truly are, sounded worse. I couldn’t do that. I was who I was. And the world could deal with it or get fucked.
“I had my suspicions...” he whispered, rolling his wrist and watching the water in his bottle glide in a motion. “When I was about ten until I was thirteen, I thought that maybe I liked boys. But mypapi... if he knew, he would have killed me for even having such thoughts. His only heir? Liking boys?” Enzo snorted, a look of pain on his face. “He found out one of our soldiers was. Caught him coming out of a gay sex club. He tortured the man for two weeks before cutting his dick off and slitting his throat. He made me watch the whole thing as if he somehow knew. As if that was his twisted form of conversion therapy for me. I was thirteen. I still hear that man’s screams in my sleep.”
That was so fucked up. No wonder Enzo was having such a hard time coming to terms with what he liked and who he wanted. It had been deeply ingrained in his psyche from day one that it was wrong. That what he felt would get him killed.
“After that, I buried my thoughts. Refused to acknowledge them. I fucked only women. Indulged in my father’s prostitutes that he hired for us every Saturday night. I was going through the motions because it was just another thing that was expected of me. It was just sex. And then I’d get a proud pat on the back from Don Francesco Aiani. I ignored the rest. I thought I could get through life like that. But then I met you…”
I stared at the foam gym floor tiles, my heart pounding at his confession and where it was leading. I didn’t want to look at him, because I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I’d grab him, pull him into me and devour every inch of him like I’d wanted to do all week. The man was an enigma to me. Hot and cold. He didn’t know what he wanted, and I didn’t know what I could offer him.
“When you touched me, I had no idea pleasure could feel like that. That fucking good,” he whispered, his voice deep and low.
I closed my eyes, still leaning back against the mirror with my legs spread. I knew by then that my desire was obvious. I couldn’t hide my erection in these shorts, and I didn’t care if he saw it.
“I’ve never even touched another man’s dick before.” His voice was gravelly and husky, telling me only one thing. He was thinking about touching mine.Cazzo,did this man have any idea what he was doing to me?
I opened my eyes to him searching my face; hunger, curiosity, and confusion flickering in those pools of aqua. My whole body throbbed painfully, craving nothing more than his hands on me. What was this between us? A sexual experiment? A way to explore just how gay he might be? I didn’t care. I’d take any part of him he was offering at this point.
“Go ahead,” I choked, my throat tight. If he changed his mind, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. “If you want to touch me, touch me, Aiani.”
His gaze roamed down my torso, heat trailing in its wake until it settled on my dick. A slow swipe of his tongue over his lower lip had me fisting the bench at my sides, and I stayed deathly still. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to frighten him away.
He placed his hand on my thigh, firm yet gentle, as he eased it up my leg at a torturous pace. The anticipation was going to kill me. When his hand finally glided over the top of my shorts and he pressed his palm to my dick, I groaned, pleasure shooting straight to my toes.
That only seemed to encourage him, as his hand dipped beneath the band of my shorts and wrapped around my length.
“Fuck,” he panted, his wild eyes flicking up to mine. “You’re big.”
“You can handle it,” I husked. He’d barely touched me, but I was about ready to explode. It wouldn’t take much. His curiosity was such a turn-on.
“Yeah,” he whispered, chewing at his bottom lip as he ran his thumb over the head. “I think I can.”
I jolted at the sensation of that action, then moaned when he did it again. He started gliding his hand up and down my length, squeezing the tip and rolling his thumb every few pumps. My legs began to shake as he watched me, studying my every reaction as he controlled my pleasure.
But I didn’t want to come like this. I needed more. More of him. Skin to skin.
“Come here,” I growled, grabbing his hips and forcing him onto my lap.
Surprisingly, he didn’t fight it and straddled my thighs, probably thinking it gave him a better angle, but I had something else in mind. Slipping my hand beneath his shorts, I freed his erection and pressed his cock against mine. He wasn’t as long as I was, but he was thick, with a perfect bend that would hit a special spot deliciously.
