Chapter 14: One Week of Sin

The following morning Luca woke Adrian with his mouth. Warm, wet heat enveloped his cock before he even opened his eyes. Adrian moaned and arched into the sensation, fingers threading through Luca’s dark hair. Luca sucked him slowly, taking his time, while two slick fingers pushed inside Adrian’s hole.

“Luca…” Adrian gasped, hips rolling.

Luca hummed around his cock and added a third finger, stretching him open with lazy thrusts. The dual pleasure pulled Adrian from sleep straight into aching need. Luca worked him expertly, curling his fingers against that sensitive spot while his tongue swirled around the head of Adrian’s cock.

When Adrian was trembling on the edge, Luca pulled off and looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes. “Not yet. I want you desperate all day.”

He continued fingering Adrian for long minutes, adding more oil until four fingers stretched him wide. Adrian moaned shamelessly, pushing back onto Luca’s hand, chasing the burn and pleasure.

“You are almost ready for me,” Luca growled. “Soon I will replace these fingers with my thick cock and fuck you properly. I will fill this tight hole until you are dripping with my cum.”

Luca finally let him come. Adrian cried out as his orgasm crashed over him, spilling down Luca’s throat while his hole clenched hard around the invading fingers. Luca swallowed every drop, then kissed his way up Adrian’s body, feeding him the taste of his own release.

They showered together. Luca washed him with possessive hands, then dressed him in soft black clothes that clung to his body. Over breakfast on the terrace, Luca kept one hand on Adrian’s thigh the entire time, thumb stroking slowly.

“The week my father gave us is not a gift,” Luca said quietly. “It is a test. He wants to see if I will break.”

Adrian looked at him. “And will you?”

Luca’s grip tightened on his thigh. “Never. But it means danger is coming. Rivals may hear that I am distracted. My father may try to move against us quietly.”

After breakfast Luca took him to the library again. Instead of letting Adrian read, he pulled him onto his lap in the large leather chair. Luca opened Adrian’s trousers and stroked him slowly while kissing his neck.

“I need to feel you,” Luca murmured. “Every day. Every hour.”

He worked Adrian with his hand while sucking marks into his throat. When Adrian came with a shuddering moan, Luca caught the release in his palm and made Adrian lick it clean from his fingers.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of tension and lust. Luca kept Adrian close, touching him constantly. In the late afternoon he bent Adrian over the desk in his office and ate him out for nearly twenty minutes, tongue and fingers working him open until Adrian was sobbing with need.

That night Luca was especially intense. He laid Adrian on the bed on his back, knees pushed to his chest, and poured oil generously over his hole. Four fingers pushed inside immediately, fucking him with deep, powerful strokes.

“Look at you,” Luca said, voice thick with lust. “Taking four fingers so easily. Your hole is hungry for my cock.”

Adrian moaned loudly, completely lost in pleasure. Luca stroked his cock in time with the thrusts, edging him cruelly. Every time Adrian got close, Luca slowed down.

“Please,” Adrian begged. “I need it.”

Luca leaned down and bit his inner thigh. “You need my cock inside you. Say it.”

“I need your cock,” Adrian gasped. “Please, Luca. Fuck me.”

Luca growled in satisfaction. He kept fingering him hard while sucking him deep. Adrian came with a broken scream, hole pulsing around Luca’s fingers. Luca rose and straddled his chest, feeding his thick cock into Adrian’s mouth. He fucked his throat until he came hard, filling Adrian’s mouth with thick pulses.

Afterward Luca held him close, bodies sticky and spent. His arms were tighter than usual.

“Matteo brought news,” Luca said quietly. “My father has been meeting with Damien Ricci’s people. The rival family. They smell weakness because of you.”

Adrian tensed. “What does that mean?”

“It means we may have to move sooner than I wanted.” Luca kissed his forehead. “But I will keep you safe. Even if I have to start a war.”

Adrian pressed closer, breathing in Luca’s scent. The pleasure still hummed through his body, but fear now mixed with it. He traced the serpent tattoo on Luca’s chest and realized how deeply entangled he had become.

“I am scared,” Adrian admitted softly.

Luca tilted his chin up. “Good. Fear keeps you alive. But know this. You are mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to love.”

The word slipped out naturally. Luca did not take it back. He kissed Adrian deeply, slowly, as if sealing a promise.

Outside the villa, the Sicilian night was quiet. But both of them knew it was the calm before violence.

One week.

That was all the time they had before the real storm hit.

And in that week, Luca planned to claim every inch of Adrian’s body and soul.