Ivan
Parties. It had an addictive effect, and took away the stress. It was probably the women that flocked around me, or maybe the adrenaline that came with partying. I smiled against a woman’s skin, I couldn’t remember her name, and didn’t care to. She was just a body to pass the night with. “How about me?” Her friend—‘blondie’ whined, pulling me away from the other bitch’s body aggressively. I chuckled, kissing the corner of her lips to ease her jealousy. We were seated in a couch in a club—VIP section with my friend, Carlos and his girlfriend. The VIP room was not exactly as I expected with the countless bodies around the club. Should I have gone with the VVIP instead? “How about we take this to the bedroom?” The brunette bitch suggested, running her fingers on my chest seductively. “Bedroom?” I laughed sarcastically, twirling a strand of her hair, “I don’t fuck bitches in the bedroom, sugar.” I mumbled in a low tone, tilting her chin up. “Ivan.” Carlos warned, shaking his head in disapproval, but I ignored him. He could shove his advice down his ass, I don’t give a shit. “Then where…” she trailed off in confusion, unfazed by the demeaning title. She had no right because she is a whore. “Here.” I gave her a pointed gaze, lowering my gaze to the floor before glancing at them with a cocky smile. They exchanged glances, flickering their eyes up in interest. They want this too. I have been called all sorts of names—man whore, playboy, Casanova— striving for my inability to stick with one woman. Why should I when they were thousands of women in the world? They wanted money, and I had the damn money to spare. “Stop this, Ivan.” Carlos girlfriend—Lolita chirped with hopeful eyes. I chuckled wickedly, grabbing the stack of money lying on the table. “Should I double the amount?” I mocked, slapping the money bundle on blondie’s face. She moaned in response, inhaling the scent, and nodding her head violently. “Fucking—“ Carlos rose to his feet, but Lolita pushed him back down, shaking her head in warming. She was smart, unlike her boyfriend. I was unstoppable when it came to fucking those bitches. It was like a drug I couldn’t live with. I lose my senses if I didn’t fuck, and turned to drugs to feel good. He couldn’t risk me doing drugs again. The last time my fun got ruined, I was hospitalized for overusing, and my father had to pay a lot of money to stop news from spreading. Carlos was my cousin, bodyguard, and best friend too. He protected me from the enemy’s attacks. “That’s enough, Ivan!” My father’s assistant—Marcos yelled, storming into the area with a stoic expression. I groaned in response, rubbing blondie’s thigh, and my lips on brunette’s neck. “What do you want?” I asked, backing away from them. Each time Marcos made an appearance, it was something serious. “You can’t go around creating mess for your family, Ivan.” He commented with a frustration. He was referring to my offer to the bitches. This wasn’t the first time I was fucking in the open. “I have you to clean up my mess, right Marcos?” I remarked with a chuckle. I’m the illegitimate son of the Hernandez family, and a spoilt heir as they always say. “We need to leave now. We have dinner with the Vitos.” He announced in a stern tone. The Vitos were the biggest family in Italy, and my sister—Mia was getting married to their Don. I didn’t know why she had to when we were rivals with them, but father said something about strengthening the family. I didn’t want to take over the role of the Don, not after it took my mother’s life. I prayed that my father lives for a long time to continue his role. “What? Right now?” I asked in irritation. I didn’t finish my words when I was pulled up by the shirt by Carlos. “I need to a release.” I screamed like a maniac, but he ignored me, dragging me out of the club. I couldn’t fight, and never bother learning. Carlos, Marcos and other men kept me safe in case of rival family attack. “Drive.” He commanded the driver as he tossed me into the car, shutting the door after Lolita settled in. “Will you be responsible for his insanity later?” She asked like I wasn’t in the car with them. I wasn’t actually. I was more focused in snapping out of my drowsiness before I reached the mansion. Why was the alcohol getting to me now? Just my fucking luck. “He will be fine, Lolita.” I heard Carlos reassured before the car pulled up in halted in the big gate that was undoubtedly ours. “Carlos…just…” My words slurred, and my head throbbed in paid. Fuck. My father would fucking kill me if ruin this night. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone out. “Get down, Ivan.” I heard a command. I panted heavily, my visions blurring as I stared at Carlos who held the door open. When did we get in? “You look sick…” The voice faded in my ears as I staggered out of the car, staring at the blurry mansion sullenly. “Do you…” I didn’t know who was speaking anymore. I couldn’t identify voices. I gulped, staggering forward but I lost balance, and fell to— “I gotcha you, Ivan.” A muscular voice rang in my ears, catching me before I hit the ground. I breathed in relief, but my mind remained fizzy to make out the face. “Mr Vito…” The voice dies down as I passed out.Cristiano I could hear his heartbeat drumming rapidly against his chest as he said those words. He was scared of his father’s reaction, maybe scared he would get beaten up for coming out to him. He probably forgot he was with me and I would never let anyone hurt him, including his father. “You what?” Ivan’s father roared in rage, shaking his head in denial. I squinted my eyes, pressing my hand against Ivan’s shirt. He looked away from his father, arching a brow in question. “He doesn’t believe you…” I drawled lazily, ripping his shirts open as though it explained my actions. He gasped in shock, fidgeting in my hold. I hissed in disapproval causing him to stay silent. “How about we show him?” I asked rhetorically, throwing the shirt to the floor. Loud gasps echoed from the room as they stared at Ivan’s back. The corner of my lips tugged up in satisfaction, slowly running my fingers across his back. “Do you believe me now?” I drawled lazily, pressing my lips on his beet-red cheeks,
Ivan “Where have you been?” My dad demanded in fury as I stormed into the room. I huffed, opening my mouth to respond but the devil behind me beat me to it. “He was with me.” He announced, making his presence known to everyone. My dad looked past me, his eyes hardening on Cristiano’s face. “So you were behind his disappearance?” He snapped, pointing his finger at him. Cristiano didn’t bother denying it, humming in response as he sat on the chair, unfazed by the tension he was creating with his words. Still didn’t know how this was helping me get rid of that crazy bitch, Bianca. “And why are you limping?” My stepmother asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. Mia must have told her about my affair with Cristiano. I didn’t respond, shooting him a dirty look. He must have planned on turning me into a cripple so I could stay by his forever. I lost count of the number of times I nutted last night. The craziest part was begging him not to stop. Like I was fucking passing out, yet I wante
Cristiano“Shut the damn curtains.” Ivan groaned, using his hands to cover his eyes as the ray of sun flashed over his face. “Are you eager to blind me?” He hissed in frustration, turning to the other side of the bed. I shook my head in amusement, walking over to the bed. “You’re giving me ideas, Ivan,” I say jokingly, running my fingers around his back. His body stiffened, but he didn’t resist. “I might just fulfill your wish, Tesoro…” I drawl, throwing the sheets off his body. “You won’t be able to look at anyone else if you can’t see, right?” My lips curled up as I stared at the whip lines on his back. His father would love my surprise. “Psychopath.” He muttered under his breath, but I heard it loud and clear. His words didn’t affect me since he was right. I crawled into the bed, snaking my arms around his thin waist. “I swear I can’t fuck today, Cristiano.” He blurted, squirming around my hold, I breathed into his ears, flipping us around. He cried in pain as his back brushed
Ivan “But you said—“ he presses a finger on my lips, cutting me off. I inhaled sharply, the bitter taste of the substance knocking my senses off. It wasn’t Coke. I had no idea what it was, but it was strong. Something new. Maybe one of Giovanni's new products.“I know what I said, Ivan…” he drawls, rubbing his thumb along my lips. “You’re going to break your promise to me tonight and get punished for it.” He smiles cruelly, tilting my chin up. “Why am I getting punished when I didn’t willingly break my promise, Tiano?” I asked quietly, taking my lower lip into my teeth. He groans, eyes following my every move. “Less talking.” He snaps, pulling me to my feet and straddling me on his lap. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his neck. He hissed, his grip on my waist tightening. “You’ve a tattoo?” I asked, licking the inked part slowly. It was surprising he wasn’t covered in tattoos like most mob bosses, but more surprising that I was only finding an inked word on his neck now. We h
Ivan I didn’t protest against his words, slowly trailing behind the big bad devil. I stared at my screen, squinting my eyes at my dad’s message that read: Where are you? I hissed, shoving the phone back into my pocket. He didn’t need to know where I was. Wonder how he would react if he found out what I was doing with his perfect son-in-law behind that noisy music. I always believed it was insulting to have sex in someone else’s home, but Cristiano changed my perspective. It was thrilling and adventurous knowing anyone could walk in. Was I losing my mind? Maybe. But then again, I always loved adventures. “Get in.” He hurled, shooting me a dirty look as I stood in front of the car with a perplexed look on my face. I glanced at him from the other end, biting my lower lip. I was having an inner conflict with the rational part of me. The part screaming at me to turn down his request and return to the party like a good boy I wasn’t. I was only a good boy for him. I shook my head, grabb
Ivan I swallowed slowly, staring at his eyes. “I want you,” I said in a low tone, hand reaching for his face, but he slapped it away. “Don’t I know that already?” He snapped, a line forming on his forehead, “Tell me something else, Ivan.” He coerced, eyes softening as he pushed my body back, rubbing my thigh with his groin. He was erected, so was I. “Something you know I want to hear…” He muttered, his lips teasing mine, and his hands moving inside my tank top. I shut my eyes, breathing deeply as I thought of what he was dying to hear. “Something you keep denying, Ivan.” He adds, biting my neck and flickering his tongue along my collarbone. I squeezed my legs together, trembling under his touch. No matter how many times he touches me, I couldn’t get over how addicted his kisses were.“I…” I began, words catching in my throat as he lowered his lips, tugging the top of my shirt with his hand. He hummed in response, teasing me with his wet kisses. I knew what he wanted, at least an i