Wade's stomach tensed, gasping and whimpering lightly. Vincenzo had never expected that he would actually fuck the cop who wanted to put him behind bars. He inserted a fourth finger into Wade's tight hole, applying pressure on his prostate, caressing it lightly before he pulled out. He repeated the motion over and over again, until Wade became impatient. "Please..." Wade's voice was low and needy. His head was foggy and all he could think about was the pleasure, that oddly pleasant feeling.However, Vincenzo had other ideas. He wanted to hear him beg, to see him break under him and admit that he liked it when he fucked him. He smirked, watching in amusement as the cop was reduced to nothing but a desperate needy man. "You're really fucking tight. Haven't done it in a while, huh?" He didn't want Wade to cum so fast so he pulled his fingers out of his hole, inserting them at the entrance only, watching Wade's back muscle tensed. Wade's hole clenched around his fingers desperately. H
Sunlight poured into the room, assaulting him from above. "What the fuck?" Wade groaned and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Where in the world was he? He looked around the place, sat up and proceeded to get off the unknown bed. A sudden full pain shot through his body and Wade hissed. "Fuck, this..." He found his ass sore and when he looked between his thighs, he had the shock of his life!"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the..." Wade couldn't stop cursing. He sprang off the bed and rushed to a mirror. There were teeth marks trailing along his inner thighs. All over his body, neck, shoulders and even his back, it was littered with hickies and marks, evidence of last night's wildness. Suddenly the events from yesterday came rushing back to his head. How he took Vincenzo's cock into his mouth and how he begged him to fuck him. Wade really wanted to punch a hole in the ground and hide his head. He actually kissed and fucked Vincenzo Luciano?! Damnit! How could he do such a thing?! He just fu
"Get the fuck out of my head!" Wade yelled."Excuse me?" The waiter looked at him, wide-eyed."Nothing. Having a bad day," Wade gave a weak smile and took out his phone.He saw he had a new text message from an unsaved contact.He tapped it open and read it.I have photos of you last night .Wade's eyes almost popped out as he yelled. What the fuck!?Last night? He and Vincenzo... His face burned red and he slammed a fist on the table.Damn you, Vincenzo! The only one able to take photos of him was the Mafia King himself. He was trying to blackmail him!Wade typed back, tapping furiously onto the screen.Where the fuck are you and what do you want?To see you.A reply came alm
"Eat first," Vincenzo said. He watched Wade eat the tarts and pastries. He didn't know that watching him eat could make his heart flutter like this. "Why are you looking at me?" Wade glared at him. Is there something on my face?" "There is,""You're pulling my leg," Wade said, thinking that he knew what Vincenzo was up to. However in the next second, Vincenzo's hand was close to his face. Wade moved back, his heart slamming in his chest as he tried to avoid him. "Don't move," Vincenzo said in a deep frightening voice. Wade froze. What the fuck was he up to? He looked straight into his eyes, mesmerized by the misty clear pupils that were gazing back at him. Vincenzo wiped his cheek, his fingers brushing gently against it. "See? Cream," Vincenzo lifted his finger to his face, showing proof that he was helping to wipe the cream away. Wade shuddered, strange electricity coursing through his body. He quickly pulled his gaze away from Vincenzo, afraid that he would fall deeper into
Vincenzo stood up to his full height and towered over Wade. "I didn't kill him," he said, gazing into his blue eyes. Silence erupted between them. It was broken by the ringing of the phone. Mark was calling him. Somehow, he believed Vincenzo. He didn't know why, but he felt it. Oh great, now he was starting to believe in criminals. "I need to go. Thanks... Uh... for the breakfast," Wade uttered.He felt like it was rude of him to just walk off without thanking him for the meal. Vincenzo watched Wade leave, staring at his firm ass with a smirk."What's up, Mark?" "Another case. Dead. Shot three times. The body's in the morgue," Mark said."These are the bullets found at the crime scene," Jenna showed him pictures of the bullets. Wade's eyes froze and he stiffened. Those were the same bullets as the one that killed Edward Mattson. They didn't get to do a proper autopsy on Edward Mattson because the higher ups took away his body and God knows where they buried it. "These seem like
"Why are you laughing? Shut up, asshole," Wade snapped."Don't worry," Vincenzo approached Wade, closing the distance between them. Wade moved backwards cautiously, eyes hazy and gazing up at him."What do y..you want?""I won't fuck you until you come to your senses. As much as I would like to see my cum spilling out of your tight ass, I rather you to be sober. That way, you can't deny that you like me in you, touching and fucking you no one can," Vincenzo's voice was low and husky, his warm breath tickling Wade's cheeks. Hearing the dirty words spoken to his ears, Wade shut his eyes, trying to squeeze out all the indecent thoughts he had been thinking about the past few days. He can't, he shouldn't, he wouldn't. But Vincenzo was pushing him to the edge, forcing him with that overwhelming scent of his. His stupid cologne that probably cost millions. Vincenzo caressed Wade's cheeks, his fingers trailed down to his neck where he found himself stroking it, forcing himself not to kiss
Shit! He checked his ass and found that they didn't do anything last night. Phew, what a relief. He was almost paranoid of it but a small part of him wished to feel Vincenzo in him again. However what shocked him the most when he woke up was that his entire apartment had been cleaned out. What the fuck??!! Did Vincenzo do this? "Shit!" Wade felt like he was in someone else's room. What a freak, coming in here, accompanying him to drink and then cleaning his apartment out. What was his motive? Annoying shit, Wade cursed. Luckily he didn't have anything confidential to criminals in his apartment. Or who knows what might happen?There was a sticky note stuck to his fridge. You're the annoying shit who can't take care of himselfHuh? Vincenzo had anticipated what he would say hence he wrote this. Wade chuckled, shaking his head as he left the note there and walked off into the kitchen. Then he realized that the bullet was missing. He sighed, realizing that he gave it to Vincenzo las
Wade didn't want Mark to know about what happened between him and Vincenzo so he quickly lied and asked him to get him a cup of coffee. Mark didn't suspect anything and did as he was told, leaving them alone. "Two people, gang members were killed and you happened to be around. Tell me that it wasn't a coincidence, Vincenzo,""You don't trust me that much, do you?" Vincenzo gazed at Wade."How am I supposed to trust someone like you?" Wade said. Those words somehow felt a little hurtful to Vincenzo. "To arrest me, you need evidence. Bring it out," the conversation between them turned sour. The sweetness and closeness they had last night vanished in the face of work and reality. Wade didn't have any evidence on him yet. If he throws Vincenzo in jail, maybe people might stop getting killed. But those two back there were criminals as well, they were probably part of his gang. "Your coffee, sir," the waiter placed the cup in front of him and walked off."I didn't order that,""I did. D
Vincenzo walked up the stairs, towards Wade, slowly, exuding an imposing aura. Wade didn't reply. He tried his best to mask his feelings, he didn't want to wear them on his face like he fucking every time did, yet he knew that he did. They stood there, unmoving, inches away from each other. It took Wade a lot of self-control to turn his gaze away from Vincenzo. He couldn't look at him any longer. One more minute and he would be doing some shit that he was sure he didn't regret but wanted to regret. After Wade left and slammed the door shut, Vincenzo stood on the staircase in silence. The shadows shrouded him like he belonged, the devil he was, dark and dangerous, wicked and bloodthirsty. He glanced up at Wade's room for some time before he left. The sun poured in through the window, casting fabulous golden rays. Wade glanced at his phone screen. Time to get up and to work. He tip toed cautiously downstairs.After what happened last night, Wade felt like he shouldn't be seeing Vin
The next day, Wade dragged his legs to the kitchen. His ass felt a little sore but not like the first time when Vincenzo penetrated his ass with his cock. He saw a note attached to a magnet on the fridge. Francesca had written a list of things they should do together. He groaned. She was definitely going to boss him around. Great. The thought of spending more time with Vincenzo brought goosebumps to him. That bastard will definitely not make things easy, jumping at him at every chance he gets. Besides, Wade had to check in for work. In the living room, he heard Francesca whining and acting spoilt. "Come on! It's called family bonding time. You never spent any time with me since I returned," Francesca whined. "Do I need to?" Vincenzo replied. "Don't go to the house yet," she was saying when she spotted Wade heading to the door. "Wade, where are you going? It's still early. You haven't eaten breakfast yet,""It's okay. I'm going to work," "Work? Can I come with you then? Vincenzo
"Oh, I fucking dare. How about a fist?" "What?" Wade looked confused. Then he realized where Vincenzo was looking at. He pulled the pillow over his lap, holding it tighter. Fisting? Oh my god! Vincenzo was going to fist his ass?! He never experienced such thing before. Then Vincenzo smirked and turned to Francesca. "Go get me some sauce,""Isn't there enough?" Francesca shot Vincenzo an angry look."There isn't," "Fine. You're so terrible," she grumbled, then got up and went into the kitchen. Wade finally realized why Vincenzo made that excuse. It was so that he could fuck him! "Damn you, aren't you fucking shameless?! I'll going to break that finger if it dares to touch me one more time!" Wade warned. "Dear, if cumming when I touched you isn't-""I am not! I'm straight! That was just an accident, that was because you seduced me!" Wade denied it. He denied that he felt oddly safe and comfortable with him, he denied that whenever Vincenzo fucking touched him, he felt like a stran
Mark thought he saw someone similar to Wade walk around the corner and disappear down an aisle. He followed but there was no one there. He strained his neck, surveying his surroundings when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump in fright. "Hey, Mark! What's up?" Wade appeared behind him, smiling. "You scared me! Jesus!" Mark calmed down within seconds and replied, "Nothing. Thought I saw you with a girl or something,""Are you kidding me? How could there be a girl? Do I have time for that?" Wade shot him a skeptical look. Mark laughed. "Yeah, you're the workaholic kind of person and you're not the shopping kind. What makes you finally want to dive in for a proper meal? I told you last time it was unhealthy but you didn't give a shit,""Just having a lot of free time lately. How's it going?" Wade made a casual talk with Mark."Like shit and hell mixed together. The old chief is looking for you. Told me to inform you to come tomorrow,""Bennett again. Alright," Wade w
Wade was adamant about opening the door while Vincenzo stopped him. He shot Vincenzo a suspicious look."Hey, Vincenzo! What are you doing?! Are you fucking planning on leaving me out here in the cold?" Francesca pounded on the door, livid."Huh, the young lady out there knows your name. Can I know what's your relationship with her? You didn't leave her out there after fucking her?" Wade tried to sound like he was teasing him but his voice came out more serious than he expected. Shit, why did he care about that?He shouldn't be giving a fuck with whom Vincenzo goes or fucks with. Sensing his questionable gaze, Vincenzo still didn't let him open the door.It wasn't until Wade approached him and pretended to kiss him that Vincenzo lost it. They were too close. Vincenzo could feel the heat rushing through his entire body just as Wade took the initiative. However... Their lips didn't to
"If you're stressed in the future, come to me," Vincenzo said."And what? We talk? You're not my colleague. That's impossible. I'll be revealing police secrets to you. I can't possibly share everything with you,""About your problems, not work," Vincenzo chuckled."Can you fix them? It's useless even if I tell you anyway," Wade laughed like he was making the most ridiculous joke. He would probably wave it off and forget it the next day."Well, can the alcohol fix them?""At least for the night," he shrugged."I can fix them all day and night," Vincenzo bragged.Wade stared at him, taking in his gorgeous face and eyes."How?"Vincenzo walked closer to him until his space was filled with nothing but everything Vincenzo. He occupied his five senses. All he could think about wa
"Remind me again why the heck am I living with a psycho Mafia killer?" Wade took up the offer however hard he tried to make himself reluctant. But he didn't feel like he was reluctant."Maybe because I'm charming," Vincenzo said, opening the front door and leading Wade in."Yeah, right. You're real charming," he replied sarcastically. He tossed his suitcase to one side and his bags onto the couch. Vincenzo gazed at the messy bags."Going to drink again? It's weekends," "Better than wasting my time here with you," Wade said. Vincenzo's lips quirked up. "Then why are you here?" He asked as if he knew the answer yet he just wanted to hear Wade's. Yeah, why was he here anyway? Wade had no answer to that. "I'm feeling comfortable here, that's all," Wade put on a nonchalant look and said. How could he tell him that he... he... missed him? Wade had brought along a bottle of whiskey he bought from Walmart. He popped the cap open and brought it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink, t
"You're fast," Wade remarked, smiling like his heart didn't beat so fast earlier. "Could have dug my heart out,""You're not bad yourself," Vincenzo pulled the knife back and sheathed it somewhere. Jesus, why was he missing this feeling? He felt like he couldn't last a day without fighting it and arguing with Vincenzo. Has he finally gone mad? They cleared up after playing rounds of cards and bickering over who won or lost. Vincenzo was a fast learner. Soon he was on par with Wade. Wade started to regret teaching him. If he was so good at learning, he could have taught himself. Why did he feel like Vincenzo purposely wanted him to teach him?"Well, are you staying the night or....""Would you let me walk out this door?" Wade said. "Can you?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow.Wade sighed. He could if he tried hard but that would mean wasting a lot of his strength and energy plus thrashing the house, not that he cared. He just wanted to sleep where he could see Vincenzo.He ended up staying
A large red handprint stained his cheek red and a plaster over his right eyebrow, Wade made his way to the bar again. He had no idea what was wrong with him and why he kept returning to this particular bar. It was as if he was addicted to it. He already drunk up what he bought at the supermarket yet he still felt the need to drink and to come here.There was another particular person who also frequented the bar. When Vincenzo saw the large red handprint on his cheek, his heart felt like it was stabbed by a sharp knife. Who dared to touch him? He will kill that person! "Your face..." Vincenzo reached out to touch his cheek but Wade turned away. "Nothing. Just got into an accident," Wade explained.It didn't look like an accident to Vincenzo at all. He felt a strong urge to touch where it hurt, to comfort him and relieve his pain. "Drink?" He asked instead."Yeah," He came here for the alcohol and he will get it no matter what. Vincenzo stared at him as Wade took two shots of whiskey