Novels by Z. Langsley

~Cassius~I swing my leg over my Harley, stepping on the pedal. The wind pounds on my face as I zip across New York City. It's a new day and I've never felt this good before. I don't know what's gotten into me. Must have been how I rode Alessio last night.I pull up in front of a shop owned by my cousin. Kai waves me over. He's the son of my father's sister, Aunt Francesca, or Frances as we call her."What's up?""You asked me to keep an eye on Jeanne. Congrats. She's back on track. No suicidal thoughts so far. Your old man has hired a therapist for her to help her work through her problems," Kai beckons me over.I sit across from him under a shade. Kai got us strawberry milkshake with fruity bits — my favourite — and some croissants.Someone crosses my vision. Tyler, the bastard from high school, the one who loves to embarrass me and stuff me into lockers because of my sexuality. I knew I was gay since I was thirteen. I found me

~Cassius~After we missed the first one, Alessio brings me to attend another social event. I hold onto Alessio's arm like we're a loving couple.Alessio is always grumpy, giving me the cold shoulder. But he's smiling for the sake of socializing.Every fucking time, I have to push him to get a reaction out of him. He doesn't budge or flinch, which leaves me wondering if I'm doing the right thing. I'm so fucking confused. After what happened yesterday on the car bonnet, it's like he has a switch. One minute he's warm, the next he's cold. Why the fuck is he keeping me out?Well, at least let me have a happy six months before I party my way to freedom.I learn that Alessio has a legal business, dipping into construction and some kind of factory work—actually I'm not clear about it. So he needs to socialize and meet with some CEOs and business leaders. There are even politicians at the party.People flock to my husband like he's some deity

~Alessio~So he's learned to be a good boy and use more words than just demanding.Pushing him onto the car, my fingers unzip him and yank his pants down. They fall to his ankles. He has a beautiful fucking smooth cock, dripping with precum. Cassius turns around but I stop him."No, I want to see your face when you come.""Oh fuck," his cheeks are red. Is he blushing? He doesn't strike me as the shy type. I jerk his cock a few times, using his precum as lube. His back is pressed against the car, his legs spread out, waiting for me to take him, to ruin that tight ass.I line my cock up at his entrance. Cassius licks his lips, sucking in a breath as he looks at me expectantly. Slowly, I push my length into him, rubbing against his walls."Mmnn... Umph... Fuck," he gasps. He pulls on my necktie, bringing my face to his. Cassius kisses me with raw hunger like a beast. I push my whole length into him, relishing the feel of his tight a

~Alessio~What the fuck do I think I'm doing? I don't understand myself these recent days. It's Cassius who's throwing my schedule off. Every little thing I've seen or heard of him has me running over to keep an eye on him. It's not that I want to but I can't stop myself.He messes with my brain and makes me do things impulsively. And I don't do things on impulse.I always think and use my fucking brain. I never let my emotions, be it lust or anger, get the better of me.But I'm doing the opposite of everything I've been training myself to do. The part that scares me the most? I think I'm starting to care about him.I think maybe it's because of his blue eyes and smile that make me stop for more than a second to admire. I'm attracted to him physically. That's right. It's just lust. I'm feeling lust. Maybe it's because I don't get much time to get laid.My last relationship lasted for two years but nothing happened. We fucked and

~Cassius~"If you wanted my photos, you could have asked," he sounds displeased."Would you have given them to me?" I must have a death wish because my mouth can hardly say a nice thing.He snatches the album out of my hands and tosses it to God knows where."Hey, you can't possibly be jealous of your own brother," I blurt out."So what if I am?" Alessio towers over me, pushing me back onto the couch. My cheeks and chest seem to be heating up from his stare like he's stroking my skin.Giulio comes running back into the room, destroying the building tension."Uh, I just want to remind you guys. No fucking on my couch. Or my kitty carpets. They're limited edition.""I wasn't planning to," Alessio says, his brows pulling down in a deep frown. And somehow, I feel disappointed. I want him to touch me. I want to feel his skin against mine. I haven't realized that I've been craving his touch. Did he fuck me to the point of

~Cassius~Is this how a Mafia house is supposed to look? Where's the elegance? The show of power? The I-can-kill-you-in-a-matter-of-seconds vibe?Step on my lawn and your brains are gone?Instead I'm looking at a variety of colors that I'm sure don't match. Pink walls. White polka dots litter the outside walls. Blue circles decorate the left wall and on the right are orange triangles. It's more like a kindergarten or some Ken doll's house. There's a mailbox that says 'Step on my lawn, I'll blow you off.'"Welcome to my lovely habitat!" Giulio chimes. He unlocks the door and ushers me in.His furniture is... colorful and interesting. Furry carpets in the shape of cat heads are scattered around the floor.I thought his house would look dull, dark and have monotonous colors, like those of crazy psychopaths and stalkers, killers and people with unstable mental illness. I expected some elegance but this is a messy combination of colors lik