Page 8 of Beneath the Shadows
“Not at all,” Antonio replies smoothly. “As much as I appreciate your gift, my sole focus is your safety.”
I smirk, turning my attention to the blonde. “I think that’s code for he’s not man enough to handle you.” My voice drips with mockery. “Perhaps my cousin didn’t take his little blue pill.”
The blonde giggles as I pull her against my side. “I, however, don’t have such problems,” I announce proudly, my dick already tenting my pants. “Come with me, and I’ll show you how arealman fucks.”
The room erupts in laughter, my guests thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. Antonio stands back, his expression unreadable.
“Anton,” I say, clasping his shoulder as I pass. “Always so serious. That’s why I trust you with my life.”
“I’ve always got your back,” he replies, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering.
The lights dim, and the bass pounds in sync with the growing energy. Two women begin sensual dances at the poles, while others are already giving lap dances to men seated throughout the space.
There are never any rules except the ones I make. And tonight, there’s only one—indulge. This night is about pleasure, decadence, and debauchery in its purest form. The women I’ve brought in know exactly what they’re here for, and they waste no time getting to work, offering themselves to my friends like offerings on an altar.
Every desire is to be satisfied, every boundary pushed. This is my world, where I dictate how far we go, how much we take, and how much we enjoy. Tonight, anything goes as long as it feeds our appetites.
Settling into the overstuffed leather chair, the blonde straddles my lap, her fingers weaving through my hair as she grinds her pussy against me. I sip my whisky, savoring the burn as it slides down my throat. I sink deeper into the chair as she trails her lips down my neck, her touch sending a shiver of need straight to my cock.
Glancing around the room, I take in the scene as my friends indulge in the pleasures laid out before them. Across from me, Rico’s already shirtless, a brunette working between his legs. Another lounges on the couch, two women at his side, his hands on them while their mouths explore each other.
The air buzzes with hedonistic energy, and I revel in it, knowing this is just a glimpse of the power that will soon be mine. The blonde keeps up her teasing, but I’ve had enough.
Gripping her neck, I pull her in for a rough kiss. She moans into my mouth, her fingers swiftly unfastening my pants. Lifting my hips, she slides them and my boxers down, freeing my hard cock.
“You’re so big,” she purrs, lowering to her knees and taking me into her mouth.
Without warning, the door flies open, and one of Moretti’s men steps in, his suit crisp, his expression serious. Before he can move further, Antonio and Dante intercept him.
I watch them exchange tense words. Antonio glances at me, and I nod, signaling for him to let the man through. "What do you want?" I ask, impatience lacing my voice.
The man steps forward, handing me an envelope. "It’s from your father."
Annoyed, I tear it open and quickly skim the note—a reminder about the wedding rehearsal tonight. Predictable.
Antonio steps closer. "Everything okay?"
I crumple the paper and toss it aside. "Tell my father I won’t be there. I’m a little busy," I say with a smirk, glancing at the blonde between my legs. "He’ll get over it."
Antonio nods. "I’ll pass the message along."
Before they turn to leave, I look directly at Moretti’s man, a grin tugging at my lips. "Why don’t you stay? You can fuck her while she’s blowing me. She won’t mind," I say casually.
As if on cue, the woman arches her back, sticking her ass up in the air, presenting herself.
The man tenses, eyes widening briefly before he gives a stiff nod and quickly exits with Antonio.
With a laugh, I turn my attention back to the blonde, her lips still working my cock.
Tonight’s about me. I’m not leaving my own bachelor party for some pointless rehearsal. What’s there to rehearse anyway? I show up, say a few words—any idiot could do it.
I pull the blonde off my cock and drag her back onto my lap. Her lips crash against mine as the music pulses around us. Lifting her just enough, I position myself at her entrance and pull her down onto my hard length. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body clenches tightly around me.
My thoughts drift deeper and darker. What I could do if we were alone, with no eyes watching.
Gripping her wrists hard enough to bruise, I’d pin her down and tie her up, leaving her naked, vulnerable, completely at my mercy. The fear in her eyes would fuel me as I take out my knife, dragging the cold metal over her exposed skin. Her gasps would only push me further as I pierce her delicate flesh, watching the blood pool before I lap it up, savoring each drop. Again and again, I’d cut her, until she couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began.
Power isn’t just about taking—it’s about owning, possessing, and breaking someone down until they’re completely under your spell, willing to do whatever you desire. The thought courses through me as my hips drive up, fucking her roughly, each thrust feeding the dark satisfaction growing inside me. Unable to stop, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back, exposing her neck. My teeth sink into her smooth skin until the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth.