Chapter 7: Before the Storm

Tension hung thick in the air the next morning. Luca was quiet than usual. He stood by the large windows in the master bedroom, shirtless, staring out at the hills as if he could see his father’s convoy already approaching. Adrian watched him from the bed, the silk sheet pooled around his waist.

“You are worried,” Adrian said.

Luca turned. His jaw was tight. “My father does not make social visits. He is coming because of you. He wants to see the weakness I have allowed in his house.”

Adrian stood and walked over to him. He hesitated for a second before placing his hand on Luca’s bare chest, right over the serpent tattoo. The muscle was hard and warm beneath his palm.

“I am not your weakness.”

Luca caught his wrist but did not pull it away. Instead he pressed Adrian’s hand harder against his skin. “You are. And that makes you dangerous to both of us.”

He pulled Adrian into a very strong kiss. There was no teasing this time. Luca kissed like a man who needed to claim something before it was taken away. His tongue pushed deep, his hands gripping Adrian’s ass and lifting him effortlessly. Adrian wrapped his legs around Luca’s waist as he was carried back to the bed.

Luca dropped him onto the mattress and stripped off the rest of his clothes. His thick cock was already hard and heavy. He crawled over Adrian and pinned his wrists above his head with one hand.

“Tonight might be complicated,” Luca said against his throat. “So right now I want to hear you moan my name.”

He kissed down Adrian’s body with purpose. When he reached Adrian’s cock he took him deep in one motion, sucking hard and fast. Adrian arched off the bed with a loud groan. Luca did not go slow. He worked him with ruthless skill, hollowing his cheeks and using his tongue until Adrian was shaking.

Just before Adrian could come, Luca pulled off and flipped him onto his stomach. He grabbed the oil again and poured it generously. Two fingers pushed inside Adrian without warning, stretching him open.

“Fuck,” Adrian gasped.

Luca scissored his fingers, curling them against that sensitive spot until Adrian was pushing back desperately. A third finger joined soon after, opening him wider. The stretch burned in the best way.

“You take my fingers so well,” Luca growled. “Imagine how you will take my cock. Deep. Raw. Until you feel me for days.”

Adrian moaned into the pillow. Luca fucked him harder with his fingers while reaching underneath to stroke his leaking cock. The dual pleasure was too much. Adrian came with a broken cry of Luca’s name, spilling onto the sheets.

Luca did not stop. He kept moving his fingers through the orgasm, drawing it out until Adrian was whimpering and oversensitive. Only then did he pull out and flip Adrian onto his back again.

Luca straddled his chest and fed his cock into Adrian’s mouth. “Suck.”

Adrian obeyed eagerly, still dazed. He took as much as he could, tongue working the underside while Luca fucked his throat with shallow thrusts. Luca’s breathing grew ragged. His hand fisted in Adrian’s hair.

With a deep groan he pulled out and came across Adrian’s face and chest in thick pulses. He rubbed his cum into Adrian’s skin with his palm, marking him thoroughly.

“MINE,” Luca said fiercely. “No matter what happens today. You belong to me.”

They showered together afterward. Luca washed Adrian with careful hands, almost gentle. For a few minutes the ruthless mafia heir disappeared and something softer took his place. He kissed Adrian’s shoulder and held him under the warm water.

“My father is a cruel man,” Luca said quietly. “He raised me to believe love is poison. If he thinks you make me weak, he will try to remove you.”

Adrian looked up at him. “Then what will you do?”

Luca’s eyes hardened again. “Whatever I must. I have never defied him before. Not like this.”

After the shower Luca dressed Adrian in better clothes than usual. A soft black button-down shirt and fitted dark trousers. He even gave him shoes for the first time.

“You will stay in this wing when he arrives,” Luca ordered. “Do not speak unless spoken to. Keep your eyes down. I will handle him.”

A knock sounded at the door. Matteo, Luca’s right-hand man, entered and spoke in low Italian. Luca’s expression darkened further.

“He is early,” Luca said. “Stay here. Lock the door behind me.”

Before leaving, Luca pulled Adrian into one last bruising kiss. “Be good. I will come back for you.”

The door closed. The lock clicked.

Adrian was alone again.

He paced the room, nerves twisting in his stomach. The marks on his body still tingled. The taste of Luca was still on his tongue. Part of him wanted to find a way to escape during the chaos of the father’s visit. Another part, growing stronger every day, wanted to stay right here and wait for Luca to return.

He touched the bite mark on his neck and remembered the way Luca had held him in the shower.

The devil was dangerous.

But Adrian was starting to fear that he was already addicted to the danger.

Outside, the sound of arriving cars echoed through the hills. Doors slammed. Heavy footsteps filled the villa.

The storm had arrived.

And Adrian was trapped in the eye of it, marked and aching for the man who held his life in powerful, possessive hands.