Chapter 8: The Father’s Shadow

The villa felt different with Vittorio De Santis inside it. Even from the locked master bedroom, Adrian could sense the shift. The air grew heavier. Voices carried faintly through the halls, sharp and commanding. He paced restlessly, still wearing the better clothes Luca had chosen for him. The bite mark on his neck and the lingering ache in his body reminded him exactly who he belonged to now.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours. Adrian pressed his ear to the door but heard only muffled Italian. He hated this powerless feeling. He hated waiting like a secret Luca kept hidden away.

Finally, the lock clicked. Luca stepped inside and closed the door firmly behind him. His expression was cold stone, but his eyes burned when they landed on Adrian.

“Come here,” Luca ordered.

Adrian moved without thinking. Luca pulled him into a crushing kiss, hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise. There was anger and fear in the kiss. Luca bit his lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue.

“He knows,” Luca said against his mouth. “My father knows I kept you. He demands to see you.”

Adrian’s stomach dropped. “What did you tell him?”

“That you are mine. That I decide your fate.” Luca rested his forehead against Adrian’s. “He is not pleased. He sees you as a loose end. A weakness.”

Luca’s hands slid down to squeeze Adrian’s ass. He pulled their hips together so Adrian could feel how hard he already was.

“I need to remind myself that you are still here,” Luca growled. “That you are still mine.”

He pushed Adrian toward the bed and bent him over it. Adrian braced his hands on the mattress as Luca yanked his trousers and underwear down in one rough motion. Cool air hit his exposed skin. Luca dropped to his knees behind him.

Strong hands spread Adrian’s cheeks. A hot tongue licked over his hole without warning. Adrian moaned loudly, shocked by the filthy intimacy. Luca ate him with hungry intensity, tongue pushing inside, circling, teasing. The wet sounds filled the room.

“Luca,” Adrian gasped. His cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs.

Luca worked two fingers inside him alongside his tongue, stretching him open while stroking that sensitive spot. Adrian’s thighs trembled. He pushed back against Luca’s face, chasing more pleasure.

Luca stood suddenly. He freed his thick cock and slid it between Adrian’s cheeks, hot and heavy. He did not push inside, just rutted against him, letting Adrian feel every thick inch.

“You feel that?” Luca whispered harshly. “This cock will claim you soon. But not today. Not while my father waits downstairs.”

He reached around and stroked Adrian fast and tight. The friction combined with Luca’s cock sliding against his hole was overwhelming. Adrian came within minutes, spilling onto the expensive bedspread with a choked moan.

Luca followed right after. He growled low as he came across Adrian’s ass and lower back, marking him again. He rubbed the cum into Adrian’s skin with possessive hands.

“Stay like this for a moment,” Luca said. “Covered in me.”

After a minute he cleaned Adrian carefully with a warm cloth. He helped him fix his clothes, then kissed him slower this time.

“When you meet him, say as little as possible,” Luca warned. “He is a shark. He smells blood. Do not give him any.”

They walked downstairs together. Luca kept a hand on Adrian’s lower back the entire time. In the grand sitting room, Vittorio De Santis waited.

The older man was shorter than Luca but radiated pure menace. Silver hair, sharp features, and eyes even colder than his son’s. He studied Adrian like a piece of meat on the market.

“So this is the witness,” Vittorio said in accented English. “The art student who should be dead.”

Adrian kept his eyes lowered but his jaw tight. “Yes.”

Vittorio stepped closer. “You have caused problems for my son. For my family. One bullet would solve everything.”

Luca moved in front of Adrian instantly. “He is not a problem. He is mine. No one touches him.”

Vittorio’s eyes narrowed. “Since when does my heir keep pets instead of eliminating threats? Have you forgotten who you are, Luca?”

“I have forgotten nothing,” Luca replied, voice like ice. “But this one stays alive. That is final.”

The tension in the room was suffocating. Vittorio stared at his son for a long moment, then laughed coldly.

“We will speak more tonight. Alone.” He waved a dismissive hand. “Take your toy away before I change my mind.”

Luca guided Adrian out of the room quickly. The moment they were back in the master bedroom, Luca locked the door and pushed Adrian against it.

“He will try to take you from me,” Luca said fiercely. His hands were already working Adrian’s clothes open again. “I will not allow it.”

This time Luca was rougher. He dropped to his knees, took Adrian’s cock into his mouth, and sucked him deep while pushing three fingers back inside him. Adrian moaned loudly, not caring who might hear. Luca fucked him with his fingers and mouth until Adrian came hard down his throat.

Luca rose, spun him around, and pressed him face-first against the door. He rutted his hard cock between Adrian’s cheeks again, faster this time.

“Soon,” Luca promised, voice dark. “I will bury myself inside you. I will fill you until you feel empty without me.”

He came across Adrian’s back with a low groan.

Afterward he held Adrian tightly on the bed. His arms were like steel bands.

“My father will not win,” Luca whispered against his hair. “You are bound to me now. Body and soul.”

Adrian closed his eyes and leaned into the dangerous warmth. The visit had changed something. Luca’s possessiveness felt deeper now. More desperate.

And Adrian was no longer sure he wanted to be saved from it.