Suck

Levi POV

“Levi!” My mother’s excited voice rang through the room, her eyes beaming with happiness.

“Mama…” I matched her excitement just as much, staring at her gorgeous face on the video call. She looked different,brighter, like the weight of the world had finally lifted off her shoulders. I hadn’t seen her smile like that in years.

“Why don’t you call me?” she teased, but there was a hint of real hurt underneath. “Probably because I’m too busy fucking your stepson.” The thought flashed through my mind uninvited, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smirking. “I missed you. Enzo always called and yet my own son abandoned me.”

That fucker. Always one step ahead, even with my own mother.

“I missed you too, Mama. And you look…” I paused, letting my eyes roam over her face through the camera. She really did look younger, glowing. “Excellent, Mama. Jesus fucking Christ. Honeymoon is definitely good for you.” I exclaimed.

She tried to frown at my cursing, but her cheeks just reddened instead, and she laughed softly. “Language, Levi. But yes… it’s been amazing. You wouldn’t believe the places we’ve been.”

“You know…” She hitched closer until her face filled most of the camera. “He’s rich rich… Like fucking rich. Can you believe that?”

“I mean, they are in the mafia,” I laughed, shaking my head. The casual way we talked about it now still felt surreal.

“How’s things over there?” she asked again, still smiling that happy, carefree smile. A warm feeling spread across my chest seeing her like this. She used to look so tired, so worn down. Now she looked alive.

“Good, good. I’m thinking of getting a job,” I said, trying to sound responsible.

“Why? You can just milk your stepfather,” she replied without missing a beat.

“What the fuck? Milk my stepfather?” I nearly choked.

“I mean, you can always ask for money. I saw it online and it says you can milk him dry.”

“That is definitely not what that means. Do not say it again.” I said, laughing hard. God, if only she knew. I definitely milk her stepson dry every chance I get.

“Wait… did you leave your other job before? I thought you had one,” she asked, tilting her head.

I forced a smile. “Uhmm… The boss decided he was gonna fire everyone.” Total lie. I never had a real job. Those times I sent her money came straight from my illegal street racing wins. Fuck, I actually missed racing,the adrenaline, the roar of engines, the risk. Maybe I could call my old contact and see if there was a race coming up soon.

“Oh, that’s sad. I will check with Steve and see if we can get any job offer for you,” she offered.

“That’s not involving the mafia please,” I added quickly.

“I know, I know. So, tell me, how’s it like living with your stepbrother? Steve said Lorenzo isn’t that difficult to deal with.”

Oh, you wish.

“Fine, I guess?” I scratched the back of my neck. What else was I supposed to say? ‘I enjoy living with him. As a matter of fact, I enjoy him tying me up and fucking me even more.’ The memory of yesterday hit me like a truck, but I pushed it down.

“But you know, I don’t think,” I started, but the phone was suddenly snatched from my hand.

“Oh hii, Momm!” Enzo sang into the camera, waving his hand like an idiot. He leaned against the counter wearing nothing but shorts and a loose shirt, looking way too comfortable.

“Hello Lorenzo, it’s good to see you,” my mother responded, just as happily.

My eyes darted down to his thigh where I had stabbed him yesterday. There was a fresh bandage, already stained with a bit of blood seeping through. Yesterday… I inhaled sharply. Fuck. I watched him clean and stitch himself up after he punished me. And no, I will not be telling you what the punishment is!

I tried to force the memory away, but it wouldn’t leave. Him standing there naked in front of me, treating his wound like it was nothing. The way he ripped open the package, pulled out that curved needle. He pinched the wound together and started sewing, breathing hard but never flinching.

His cock stayed stiff the whole time, even as blood coated his fingers. I don’t know why it turned me on so much, but my dick throbbed watching him. I ended up touching myself right there, and the psycho actually made me edge for what felt like hours until I was begging, panting, desperate. Then he finally let me cum,with his blood on my skin.

“I missed you,” Enzo said smoothly, his voice pulling me back to the present. I raised my head and met his intense gaze. He tilted his head, studying me like he could read every filthy thought in my head.

“I know, I mean it’s me. Who wouldn’t?” My mom laughed, and Enzo joined in. I just sat there frowning.

“How about we switch to voice call, Mom?” Enzo suggested.

“Sure darling.”

“Not that I don’t wanna see your beautiful face but I also wanna do something so it would be much easier if I just plugged in my earpiece and listened while working.”

“No problem. You don’t have to explain yourself,” she said warmly.

I heard the phone beep as it switched. Enzo popped in his earpiece, then responded again. “Oh I do. I don’t want my new mom disliking me. What if you try taking my prince away for your own princess?” He joked, placing the phone on the counter and grabbing the back of my neck to pull me closer.

“What the fuck…” I muttered.

“Shhh, your mom is on the call,” he whispered, smirking.

“Did you say something?” my mother asked.

“No Mom, continue. Tell me all about it,” Enzo said casually as he pulled me even closer. His other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly a few times before pulling it out completely, hard and ready.

The conversation kept flowing through the earpiece. Mom was going on about the honeymoon,some private island, endless food, Steve spoiling her rotten. Enzo nodded along, humming responses like he was actually paying attention, but his eyes were locked on me.

“Tell her how much you love living here,” he whispered to me, voice low enough that the mic wouldn’t catch it clearly. His grip on my neck tightened just enough to remind me who was in control.

“It’s… been an adjustment,” I said out loud, trying to keep my voice steady. “But yeah, Enzo’s not too bad.”

Enzo chuckled softly. “See, Mom? We’re getting along great. Levi’s even helping me around the house. Right, Levi?”

I glared at him, but he just stroked himself again, slower this time, thumb brushing over the tip. My mouth watered despite myself.

Mom laughed. “That’s wonderful to hear. I was worried you two would clash. Steve mentioned Lorenzo can be… intense.”

“Intense is one word for it,” I muttered. Enzo’s fingers dug into my neck in warning.

“What was that, honey?” Mom asked.

“Nothing, Mama. Just saying he’s got a strong personality,” I covered quickly.

Enzo leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Good boy,” he whispered. Then louder for her, “Levi’s been a perfect roommate. We’ve had some deep conversations, worked out some… tensions.”

I nearly choked. He was stroking faster now, his cock inches from my face. The bandage on his thigh was right there too, a dark reminder of what happened yesterday. Part of me wanted to reach out and press on it just to hear him hiss, but I stayed still.

Mom kept talking about future plans,maybe a family vacation, all four of us. Enzo responded smoothly, playing the perfect stepson while his free hand guided my head lower.

“Sounds nice,” I managed to say when she asked for my opinion. “As long as it doesn’t involve too much mafia business.”

Enzo smirked. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep him safe. He’s mine to protect now.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Mom ate it up, calling him sweet. If only she knew what he did to me last night,how he’d tied my wrists, fucked me until I couldn’t think, then stitched his own wound like a goddamn trophy while I came undone watching.

He pulled me closer until my lips were almost touching him. The conversation continued, Mom describing the food in Italy, Enzo asking questions to keep her talking. All while his cock throbbed in front of me, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Levi, you still there?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, Mama. Just listening,” I said, voice a little rough.

Enzo’s hand tightened. He looked down at me with that dark, hungry stare,the one that said I belonged to him completely.

“Suck.”