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I sold myself at auction because I had no other options—or so I thought.
Damiano Orsini knew I had another option.
CHAPTER 41
DAMIANO
It’sa new experience to be kissing Caligula Clemenza.
It’s our first. I’ve never kissed him so far. Fucked him, sucked him, ate him out…
Never kissed him.
Didn’t want to cross that line. Seemed like the last betrayal of my purpose.
But here and now, it feels…right. It feelsrightto kiss my most hated enemy, the object of my obsession, the target of my vengeance.
Something between us shifted at the Obelisk. Something shifted as soon as I killed that fucking Russian. I still don’t know why I did that. Don’t know why I’m letting the Clemenza kiss me now, his arms around my neck as he hangs on tight. Don’t know. Don’t really care.
It feels right.
And the ghost of my father doesn’t feel so close as it usually does.
He breaks his mouth away from mine just to whisper, “I want you,” in my ear.
I want him, too. Which means we need to get upstairs as soon as we can, away from Sammy—and the rest of them, too. I don’t know what any of this means, and I’m not in the mood to examine it. But letting slip in front of the household that Caligula and I are…whatever, is not how I want this day to end.
I pull away from his mouth, push him gently back when he tries to kiss my neck, my jaw. “C’mon,” I tell him. “We need some privacy for that.”
We head back through the kitchen fast, and I pause only to bring down the security doors again. Sammy’s already disappeared, and Rosa and Vito are flirting over dirty dishes. “Night,” I call over my shoulder, pulling Cal along with me.
“Goodnight!” he echoes.
We get no response, which is fine by me. The less they notice about us, the better. And besides, I’m being driven by my dick now, the part of me that wants to get back into a part of him. All that fucking we did last night, and then again in the shower before dinner, and I’m still ravenous for him.
I don’t know what it means. Don’t plan to stop and figure it out.
But when we get back into my bedroom and stripped off, Caligula Clemenza still manages to surprise me. He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me, stretching out carefully. “Put your arms around me,” he tells me.
I obey.
Fuck, right now I’d do whatever he told me to. He’s the most beautiful man I ever laid eyes on. How did I not see that before?I always knew he was pretty, but he’s much more than that. He’s a heartstopper. Weak at the knees, launch-a-thousand-ships, drop-dead gorgeous.
He lowers his mouth to mine to kiss me again, and I let him do it. Let him kiss me as much as he likes. Whatever he wants right now, I’ll give to him. “Tell me what you need,” I say when he finally pulls away again.
“I need you inside me again.”
“You’re not too?—”
“No. I’m fine.”
There’s something off about the way he says it, but I’m too focused on the idea of getting inside that tight little hole again to take much note. I slap around with my right hand for the lube, which I left sitting right there on the nightstand, until eventually Caligula grabs it himself and pushes it into my hand.
“Like this,” he says, rising up to straddle me. “I want to ride you.”
“Yeah you do.”
My dick is already taking control, but I pause long enough to prep him, to squirt some of the lube over my fingers and then slide them into him. He takes them easily. I can tell he’s sore, but he seems to be enjoying the attention anyway. And I like feeling him from the inside, that wet heat that just about sends me crazy.
