I straighten my shoulders. I sip my drink, realising he isn’t enough for me, for my tastes. Once was enough. There’s nothing intriguing about him, nothing to keep my interest beyond the initial penetration. But I take a breath and glance around. There are plenty more where he came from.
People hear about my reputation. They assume they can tame me, break me, calm me, claim me. But I can’t be tamed, I’m unapologetically me. I sit for a while staring around, watching the dancefloor from my position. Bodies writhing, music pumping, smoke lingers in the air. I neck one drink and then another, but nothing catches my eye. I rise, glancing around one last time before deciding this isn’t the right place. All the people and all the chaos that surrounds me, it just feels… empty.
I step out of the club. I need a release, and I’m not going to get it from here. There’s another place I can go just down the block. I saunter down the road. To the average onlooker, I look like I don’t have a care in the world. But I watch. I see everything. I’m always on high alert. I can’t be too blasé about it, as there are too many people out here who would welcome my demise. I push to the front of the queue. The seedier bar isn’t my first choice, but I know I’ll have a sure thing here. I just need to look a little harder.
The VIP area is just a rope separating some seating from the rest of the bar, nothing fancy—but I’m shown to the area by a waitress who flirts and touches my arm, telling me she’ll get me whatever I want. As she bites her lip and flutters her eyes at me, she’s seriously barking up the wrong tree when it comes to that.
I’m gay, always have been. Women just do nothing for me. I would have done my duty with Arianna. I would have producedan heir, but it would be an obligation, nothing more. But men, they break so beautifully, it’s like a drug.
As I’m about to sit down, I catch a glimpse of him, the man who’s been taunting me in my dreams. Those bright blue eyes, the quirk of his lip as he smiles at his friends, he certainly has my attention. From the small interaction I had with him. I can admit I’m drawn to him. I sit at the end of my seat and lean into the waitress.
“See him.” I point, and she follows my line of sight. She nods. “Put his drinks on my tab.”
She frowns at me. “And you are?”
“Bellino Ricci.” Her eyes widen, and I smirk as I fold myself against the back of the seat. When she comes back with my drinks, she barely makes eye contact and scurries away.
I smirk as I see him looking around before his eyes meet mine. Leonardo blows out a breath and moves towards me. His eyes stay on me as he pushes his way across the dancefloor. Reaching the roped area, the bouncer stops him before turning to look at me, and I nod. He climbs up the steps and walks towards me.
He’s a feast for the eyes; he has on jeans tucked in loose-fitting combat boots with a khaki shirt on. I can see the outline of his trim body; he clearly looks after himself, and I lick my lips. He looks sexy as fuck, and my mouth waters. That blond hair, tousled and sexy, looks like he’s just stepped off a runway. Those piercing blue eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol. He stands in front of me. His arms cross, and he glares down at me.
“If you think buying me drinks will make me put a good word in for you with my sister, it won’t; we’re not that close. We barely even speak.”
“Good to know.” I quirk the side of my lip up and nod to the seat at the side of me. He turns as if he’s going to leave but then sits down. “Why my sister?”
“I’m not marrying your sister.”
“You’re not?” The confusion that spreads across his face is cute.
“No, I’m not.”
He frowns as he stares at me. “Why?”
“Why indeed?” I muse. Keeping watch on him from the corner of my eye as I look out across the dancefloor.
“Are you some kind of big deal or something?”
I turn to look at him, his face so perfect, so innocent. I want to snatch my hand out, grab him by the throat and tug him in for a kiss, but I compose myself and whisper. “Or something.”
He stares at me for a second before standing, smiling down at me. “Thanks for the drinks.” As he goes to step back down the step, he turns to look at me over his shoulder, and he gives me a tight-lipped smile.
I want to reach out and grab him. I want to pull him into my lap and grind him against my dick. I want to see how delicious he is under those clothes, but I wipe my face void of any emotion and nod as he walks back to his friends. My eyes don’t stray from him for the rest of the night. I watch his every move. His every laugh and smile. When he dances, there’s something mesmerising about him. I can’t help but know what I have to do. Arianna’s right. It’s time to take out my father and take what I want. My sights are firmly set on Leonardo De Luca. He will be mine.
Every drink he has, he gets bolder. I don’t know if he realises he’s flirting, but it’s definitely keeping my interest piqued. I’ve had a couple of offers from both sexes, but I’ve brushed them off, my eyes trained on him, every drink I pay for, he looks at me, smirks and raises his glass before going back to dancing and laughing with his friends.
It’s sexy as fuck, and it’s taking everything in me to not pull my dick out here and now and pleasure myself at the sightof him. He’s so fucking handsome, so carefree, and I want to claim him. I want to storm over there, snatch him from his friends and bury my dick in him. I internally groan. Inside, I’m writhing, gyrating, fucking, rutting against him. Externally, my face is void, my body language relaxed but unapproachable. My gaze never strays from him.
I sip at my whiskey, wanting to stay sober in case he needs me, in case he comes back over. I need to protect him at all costs. My nostrils flare at a girl who wanders over and paws at him, rubbing her hands up and over his chest. I stand, fists clenched at my sides as he smiles at her, but peels her off him, stepping back, he stumbles a little. Trying to right himself, his friends laugh, but he bumps into the man behind him. He spins on Leonardo, grabbing at him. There’s a scream, a loud, piercing scream, and then slight pain in my arm.
When I look down, it’s the girl who was with the man. I’m in the middle of the dancefloor, and I have the man by the throat. Blood pools on his face, falls from his lips, his teeth coated, his nose gushing as she scratches and claws at my arm that’s gripping him tighter.
The bouncers screech to a halt as they see me before I let go, throwing the guy on the floor. Snatching the guy and the girl away, the bouncers escort them out. I turn, grabbing Leonardo. His eyes glassy. A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes so unfocused, so dazed, I’m pretty sure he has no idea what actually just happened. When I look around, his friends are dancing and laughing, totally oblivious to the fact that he could have been injured, hurt or worse. I bend down, leaning my shoulder into his waist before lifting him up. He flops onto my back, and I pull my phone from my pocket, calling my driver. By the time I’ve breached the outside, my driver is there waiting with the back door open. I slide Leonardo into the back seat and slip in beside him. He groans and grumbles as he flops his headdown into my lap and rubs his cheek against my pant leg before he smiles.
“You smell good,” he mumbles, followed by soft snores.
I close my eyes as his hand is on my thigh, so fucking close to my dick. I can’t function. I lean my head back as I wrap my arm across his shoulder, holding him tight so he doesn’t slide off the back seat. I need to make this a reality. I need to make sure I secure him as my own, and I need my father out of the way to do it. I keep my eyes closed while I plot his demise because it needs to happen, and it needs to happen soon.
As my driver pulls up at his dorm, I sigh, knowing I have to do this right. I can’t just take him home with me and never let him leave, regardless of how much I want to. I step out of the vehicle and toss him back over my shoulder. I do, however, cop a grope at his ass while it’s in my face, and fuck if I don’t nearly come in my pants at the firmness of it. I want to lean over and bite it. I want to throw him down on the bed and slam my solid, painful dick inside him and make him mine. I climb the stairs to his dorm. I groan, knowing that I need to go through the right channels. Father out of the way, proposal to his father. Marry him, fuck him forever.
