Page 104 of His Fatal Love
“If we’re doing this, I want you here. With me. Not off with that gaudy redhead, or with your Family, or brooding away somewhere over your problems.”
“And here I thought you were just using me for my body,” I say sardonically, and he laughs.
“Oh, that’s a big part of it,” he says, rolling onto his side, his golden cock tumbling over as he moves. “But I want that brain housed in your body, too. You’re not as dumb as you like to make out, Leo.”
I clench my teeth hard to prevent something unwise coming out, but I hate the way Julian Castellani always finds those sore spots, then pushes down on them. “We need gloves,” is all I say.
“No. I don’t want anything between us.”
“Makes it easier,” I point out. “Smoother.”
“What in the world makes you think I want it easy?” he asks softly.
And the truth is, I also want to do it bare. I go scrub down in the bathroom, right up to the elbow, run a finger over my nails to make sure they’re smooth, and come back out to find Julian splayed out on his back, pretend-snoring.
I grab the lube he’s set on the bedside table—the same brand I used in Romeo’s Room, guy must’ve taken notes—and scoop a generous amount into my hand, pushing him back on the bed when he tries to roll over. “On your back. Legs up—here, on my shoulders.”
He does as I tell him, and he’s already slick and puffy, but I take my time greasing him up, playing with his hole until it’s good and ready, taking four of my fingers with ease. Julian gasps and moans and wriggles around, his golden cock shining even in the dim light. “You think you’ve earned this?” I ask him.
“I need it, Leo. Please.”
“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he says, voice cracking. “I want it. Please, Leo.”
This time, I push my thumb into him along with the rest of my fingers, and he curses, shivering. “Maybe I don’t think you’ve earned it.” I press in a little, up to the knuckles now, his ring stretched deliciously wide. “Or maybe I just want to see if I can use sex to make you my puppet, just like you thought you could do to me.”
He gives a trembling laugh. “Touché,” he gasps out. “But you’re just proving my point, Leo. You have a brain hidden away in that thick skull.” He smirks at my reaction, and shifts to get more comfortable, pulling his legs further apart, his hole getting wider and wider as my knuckles breach him. “Do it,” he whispers.
“Do what?” I twist my wrist just a little, my fingers hitting that sweet spot deep inside him and making him whine. He stops wriggling around. He just lies there and takes it, like he’s given up fighting me, the sounds coming out of his mouth pure, delicious pleading.
“Come on,” he sighs. “Get that big Bernardi paw inside me and fill me up. If youcan,” he adds, glancing at me between his lashes.
I lean over and push him down with one hand as I press the other into him, sliding up into his lube-drenched ass, and he cries out. “Come on, Castellani,” I whisper in his ear. “You can take it.”
There’s a moment when I wonder if he can: his hole is clamped tight around my knuckles, a steel band of resistance, and I’m not sure his body will relax and let me in. I could pull out now, I guess. He’s stretched to the max, and between the pressure in his ass and the metal confines around his cock, I don’t know if he can take any more. But then he groans and shivers, and there’s a little more give...
I want to know what it feels like to have my whole fist inside this maddening, beautiful, infuriating bastard.
I want to feel him break for me.
“I can take it, Bernardi,” he murmurs. “Come on.”
And a moment later, his ring opens wide as it swallows up my hand, clutching down again around my wrist. I’m in all the way, my fist snuggled into his hot, tight gut, and I hold him there, one hand buried in him, the other pushing down on his chest.
I feel his heart thundering away in his ribs. But he doesn’t make a sound. A shudder runs through his body and he sucks in a shaky breath. His gut quivers and clenches at the invasion, but I hold still and let him get used to it.
“Well, will you look at that,” I say softly. “Youcantake it, Castellani.”
An answering, breathless chuckle. “Oh, Leo. Did you really think I couldn’t?”
I smile and press into him a little more, just to make sure he knows who’s in control, get rewarded by a gasp. “I own your ass right now,” I tell him, feeling my cock throb in response. “Don’t I? You’re mine. Say it.”
He moans, a low sound of pleasure mixed with pain—or maybe just disbelief that I actually got in there. He’s fuckingtight. I push a little more, thrust a little deeper. He makes a soft, sexy hum, and he moves his hips a little, trying to fuck himself on my hand.
“Say it,” I tell him, my voice a whisper.
“I’m yours,” he sighs reluctantly. “Yours, Leo.”