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Rearing up just a tiny bit, I eased back down. When his head grazed my prostate, I froze and choked, shuddering as my eyes rolled back.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it. Unh, that’s what I want.”

My thighs trembling, I bent over to hold my weight, my fists in the mattress over his shoulders. Gazing at his face, I made tiny bucks to focus on that spot, no longer wanting to go any deeper. My sight tracing over every line and dip of his features, a shudder rolled down my spine, my chest swelling.

“Shit, Vinny. Oh, shit. You love me? Fuck, wake up and tell me you’re in love with me.”

I leaned to one fist and bowed my chin to look down. Cum was streaking down the sides of his dick, pooling in his hair. “Unh,” I groaned, fisting my cock to pump viciously. Throwing my head back, another moan shook my throat. “Oh, yes, baby. Breed that pussy. Oh, god, Vinny.”

Out of nowhere, ice shot through my veins and I jolted, an orgasm slamming into me without warning. Jerking and twitching violently, I lost my balance and fell all the way to his base. The pain ripped in my muscles and I cried out, exploding over his chest.

“Goddammit, Vinny. Oh, shit, baby.”

Grabbing the sides of his face, I crushed my lips to his and continued to rock, circle, buck, and jerk, not ready for this to end. The mattress creaking under our weight, I grew feral and brutally began riding him, bucking violently. Howling into his mouth, the headboard banging on the wall like a goddamn jackhammer, I burst a second time, but, again, did not slow down. My dick twitching and spilling, I continued to ride that man’s beautiful cock for another fifteen minutes.

Eventually, the pain grew too unbearable, my stomach on fire. My energy spent, I laid down on top of him, my opened lips pressed to his cheek. His dick still buried, I gulped air into my lungs, needing a rest.

“Your cock is so good, baby. I fucking love your dick in my pussy, Vincent. Mm, you breed me so good.”

A fresh wave of desire flowing through my blood, I scrambled off, settled between his thighs, and slammed inside his ass. My arms folded over his head, despite the agony building from my wounds, I brutally fucked that man until I was screaming in pain, the orgasm ripping me open from the inside out.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, everything trembling, inside and out. Gulping a breath of air, I peeled my body off his and fell onto my side next to him. “Jesus, Vinny. You definitely fucking ruined me.”

I lifted my head to trace his profile, down his thick neck, over his chest, and along his torso, down to his cock softening on his thigh. Groaning, I stretched over and dragged my tongue along his cum, slurping everything up. Shifting my weight to hold the side of his face, my tongue rolled around the inside of my mouth, scraping the roof to continue tasting him a little longer.

I studied his rugged features, his full lips, long, wide nose, and chiseled jaw, his closed lids surrounded by thick lashes, and my heart rhythm picked up, my breaths shallowing. “Yeah, definitely got the gayness now. Fuck, Vinny. I think I fucking love you.”

My pulse skipped a beat, and I dipped my chin to press my lips on his. Never closing my eyes, my tongue flicked to part his teeth and taste his. Breathless, filled with an excited rush of gladness, a chuckle pushed through my nostrils.

Groaning, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, standing to clean us up and get him dressed again. Checking my watch, my lips pursed. An hour. Better hurry this up. The first time I drugged him he was out for two, but that was fresh on his emotional trauma. Today, he might not last that long.

Quickly limping to the bathroom, my fingers combed through my hair to scratch my scalp as I snickered again. “Christ, the Serpents are gonna freak out.”

Going to the sink, I wet the washcloth I’d already gotten out beforehand and wrung out the excess water while staring into my eyes. The smile fading, a whole swarm of scenarios spun through my brain, none of them ending with the Serpents embracing us as a couple.

I stood upright and leisurely approached the foot of the bed, tossing the rag from one hand to the other. My sight memorizing every inch of his body, I shook my head, dumbfounded how much I’d changed since we fled Alabama almost two months ago. At the end of the day, no matter what the Serpents said, I wasn’t letting him go. If things got too serious, we’d leave. We’d take Piera and fly to my home village in Italy. Just outside of Sicily, I had mafia to back us up and hide us. A small, southern gang from Mobile, Alabama couldn’t touch us there. I doubted they’d even try once we disappeared.

Heaving a sigh, I crawled onto the bed and gently began to erase any evidence something happened while he was knocked out. When he woke, he’d have a slight headache, but that could be blamed for his lack of food and water. He’d never suspect a thing.

Chapter 36

Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo

The night was cool with a nice breeze, another storm rumbling in the distance. Thankfully, the weather had stayed dry since the backdoor was shattered, only now coming back a couple hours after it had been replaced. Lounging in one of the custom made, wooden chaises on my deck, my eyelids were closed, my phone crooning with one of Tyler Warren’s songs. Singing of a lost love he longed to prevail, my heart went out to him, having had a firsthand view of the depths to the lyrics. No matter what happened in the past, he never stopped loving Violetta. If Georgia hadn’t happened, that man never would have let go, he never would have given up hope that one day, they would reunite.

What was it like to have a love like that? To care that deeply for another human being? I had thought I felt that way about Mary, but the more time without her, the more I questioned if it had been as great as I’d told myself these last few years. I mean, sure, I loved her, otherwise I wouldn’t have married her and stayed as long as I did, especially once I started suspecting she was cheating. But had I been in love with her as I thought, or had I loved her because I was tired of being alone and wanted someone to come home to every night?

Thinking about how anti-kids I had been before her, I accepted that, at some point, I had to have loved her deeply to buckle and have a baby. Had it been enough, though? Like what Tyler crooned about in his songs when he was longing for and dreaming of Violetta?

Back in Georgia, I had vowed to myself to not seek out commitment again, that if I ever did, it would be with someone just like Violetta. Vincent was the closest thing to her without being her. In some ways, he was even better, in fact. Now they were both on pedestals, but my interest was leaning more toward him with every passing day.

I began humming to the tune, my crossed ankles swaying to the beat. This was the kind of love I’d wanted, that I thought I had in Mary. I knew now I had settled. Could I ever care this intensely for another, that my entire world dimmed without their daily presence? Someone I longed for and ached if they were gone? Someone who left a hole in my soul?

A creak in a board drew my attention toward the house and my heart flipped over at Vincent creeping forward. Wearing a pair of my sweats and no shirt, the setting sun rays cast shadows over his tatted torso, making the thin layer of hair shimmer. My breaths shallowing, my throat grew tight. Yes, I could absolutely feel that way. I may already.

“Hey,” he muttered, combing his shaggy locks that were growing closer to his ears without his regular trim. His beard a little thicker, his gaze was almost timid with fleeting glimpses. Definitely liked facial hair these days.

“Hi,” I responded just as quietly. “How are you feeling?”