I come so hard it’s almost painful, my ass clamping down on him like a vise, milking every last drop out of his cock. All he does is hold me tighter, murmuring filthy praise into my ear, and then tell me I better get myself ready for round three, because he’s not done yet.
He bought me. Chained me. Caged me. But he never really owned me.
Not until now.
CHAPTER 40
CALIGULA
The next timeI open my eyes, it’s still pitch black, but I’m wrapped up in Damiano’s strong arms and I’m in his soft bed and my ass feels a little sore and very thoroughly…
Used.
I grin to myself and have to fight the urge to wriggle around in pleasure. I don’t want Dami to wake up and turn back into some surly grump. But he’s already stirring, his arms shifting and then tightening, and his nose snuffles at the back of my neck, breathing me in.
“G’morning,” he rasps.
“Might be more like good evening,” I tell him. “I have no idea what time it is.”
“Fuck.” He gets out of the bed, which is exactly what I didn’t want, and snaps on the light, making me wince. He scrabbles around in his clothes on the floor and comes up with his phone, which starts buzzing like a beehive with incoming messages when he turns it on. “Fuck. It’s past four in the afternoon!”
“Wewereup all night,” I point out.
“Yeah, but I…” He sighs. “I shoulda got in touch with Big Gee or Seb. Given them a heads-up after that business at the Obelisk. They’re asking questions…” He turns his attention to the phone again.
I’ve been ditched for Big Gee and Seb.
“What do they say?” I ask casually.
“Seb wants a meeting. Tomorrow, though, so I guess it’s not urgent. Otherwise Big Gee himself would be here, banging on my door—” He breaks off, then adds slowly, “Big Gee’s been looking for an excuse for a fight with the Russians, anyway. Doesn’t like the way they’ve been cutting into our profits. Maybe he’ll see it as an opportunity instead of a…”
“Catastrophe?” I suggest.
“I was gonna say a fuckin’ mess. But yeah. That too. Seb’s more restrained. Doesn’t want a war with anyone. If he wasn’t a Gee, he’d probably behappywith the way the Morellis are running the place.” He looks at me. “Don’t know why I’m saying all this to you.”
I prop myself up on one arm. “It’s interesting to hear. I knew more about the old Don, Jimmy Gee, than I do about his son.”
“His son’s more of a thug than Jimmy was,” Dami says, and then rubs a hand over his face. “Forget I said that.”
Damiano Orsini is not a good man, or a kind man. But he is loyal to the death to those under his protection. I’ve seen the proof myself.
That sense of loyalty seems to have been tested by his own Boss, though.
“How’s your back feeling?” I ask.
“It’s fine,” he says automatically. “How’s your ass?”
I’m busy filing away these little slivers of information about Giuliano business, but when he asks that, I come back to the present with a bump. “Um. Fine. I think. I could use a shower, though. I stink of…well, you.”
He nods. “I could use a wash, too. You wanna go first?”
“No.” I crawl across the bed. “We can both fit in there.”
We can both fit with room to spare, in fact. And it’s time to find out where I stand after last night. I’m not stupid enough to think things have completely changed. But maybe I’ve gained a little ground.
Dami ducks his head, but not before I catch a little smile. “You offering to wash my back again?”
“That and every other part.”
