Page 36 of His Fatal Love

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Page 36 of His Fatal Love

“You’ve been feeling me up all night, Castellani,” I grind out. “And you acted like a damn fool back there. The least you can do is help me get off.”

He kisses me, pushing my hands behind my back. “You want me to help you pop, baby?” He grins, his fingers finding their way inside my jeans again. “I can make you come so hard you won’t even remember why you were angry with me in the first place.”

He dips his head, sucking my neck as his hands tease me, stroking me until I’m panting for relief. He pulls away from me suddenly and looks into my eyes with a devilish grin. “But that’s not whatIwant, Leo. I want Romeo. He’s the guy who really does it for me.”

I groan in frustration, unable to answer him. He knows it, too—he knows how badly I want him right now. He leans in close again to whisper in my ear. “Right now, I’ll have to bid youadieu.”

Then he walks off while I huff and puff and calm myself down, my fly still open and my dick still aching and hard. But it dies pretty fast when I hear a very familiar noise—my hog turning over.

That son of a bitch stole my keys.

I run out from under the stairwell, frantically doing up my jeans, only to see Julian fucking Castellani riding off on my bike, without even a glance over his shoulder.

CHAPTER14

LEO

I’m stuckout in the middle of nowhere with no ride. I suppose I should feel grateful that rat bastard left me my phone—it would’ve been easy enough for him to pick it out of my back pocket—but somehow, I don’t feel grateful.

I’m just more determined than ever to put a leash on that little shit and pull it tight enough to choke.

When my father’s plans are put in place, and Julian is our puppet, he’ll need a puppet master. And that’ll beme. I’ll be there with my hand right up his fucking ass, literally and figuratively, controlling every move he makes.

That’s the only thought that calms me down long enough to make a call.

Gino’s smug face when he pulls up in his car just gets me mad again. “You get rolled by some pimp?” he calls out the window as I walk around to the other side and get in.

“Shut the fuck up and drive.”

He laughs as he pulls away from the curb. “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I growl, still seething with anger from my encounter with Julian.

Gino just chuckles, taking a drag off his vape pen and blowing out a blueberry-stinking cloud in my face, because he knows I hate it. “You’re one to talk, considering you got your dick sucked in a back street.”

I clench my jaw, trying to ignore Gino’s taunts as we drive back to the city. My mind is too preoccupied with Julian Castellani, that little shit who stole my bike and my dignity. I can’t wait to get my hands on him and show him who’s boss.

“Where we going, anyway?”

“Rachel’s place.”

“Shit, man. You still hanging out there? Especially after what happened to Vinnie Esposito? You either got balls the size of Jupiter or a death wish. Man, just tell me where you’re living now and I’ll take you there.”

“No. The Cellar.” Rachel can drive me home when she finishes up. But I don’t tell Gino that. When AJ found out my address, he laughed so hard he cried. The last thing I need is my little brother making fun of me, too.

Gino keeps talking, and I tune him out. But by the time we’re halfway there, he’s finally shut up and I’m left to my own thoughts. I can’t help but imagine what Julian will be like when he’s fully under my control. I see him in my mind, submitting to my every command, and then afterward, as a reward, his perfect ass opening up for my cock as he moans in pleasure. Begs for more.

He’ll be my perfect puppet, and I’ll own him.

I can’t help but smile, and that’s my undoing.

“What the fuck you got to grin about?” Gino asks, giving me a side-eye glance. “What the fuck do any of us got to grin about these days?” he adds in a mutter.

“You got yours,” I remind him, “so quit bitching.”

He sighs. “Yeah, well, mine is making trouble.”

“Yeah. That’s what women like Roxy do. And that’s what the rest of us all fuckin’toldyou—“

“Come on, man,” he breaks in. “You were right, okay? Is that what you want to hear? You were right. Now tell me what to do about it. I don’t want Dad sending you round to my place in an official capacity, if you get what I mean.”




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