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I want to taste you!

I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as he let out a moan in my mouth. Fuck! How can he be so sexy.He tasted like the strawberry ice cream and everything I craved for. I groaned into his mouth too, my hand finding the back of his neck, pulling him closer until there was no air left between us. My brain was a fog of want, every instinct screaming at me to possess him. I leaned in closer, rocking my crotch against him still kneeling between my knees. Zayn pulled back just an inch, his lips wet and swollen, he looked down at my lap, a wicked, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Already? Hard from just a kiss?”I felt the heat of a blush crawling up my neck. I was fucking throbbing hard from nothing more than a few seconds of his mouth against mine. I was a grown man, and he had me reduced to a trembling mess with a single look.I was stunned when Zayn reached down, his small hand closing around the hard length of me through my trousers. I gasped, my head snapping back against

Taste of him!

He chuckles as he looks at me. “Fucking cute!” He bites my earlobes then sucks on it as he keeps fucking my fist. But I wasn't kidding. Yeah sure! I should find it disgusting having a guy's dick in my mouth. Probably me from last week will punch the me now that's considering it.You know what? Fuck it!I turned him over on the couch and he gasped surprised. “Rocco…”I spread his legs as I settled in-between, staring at his lengthened cock.“Hell…what are you doing?” He panics.“You're so fucking beautiful. Even your cock is beautiful.” I breathe as I look up to meet his eyes and he's blushing hard. His ears and neck a red mess.“Rocco you…”“Didn't you ask if I wanted to suck your dick?” I grabbed his length and he gasped.“I was fucking joking!” He cried out. “It's obvious you've never been with a man before so I don't expect you to…“I want to suck your dick.” I say, still stroking him as he tries to stifle his moans, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock. “What should I d

Crush!

I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my bedroom, a half-empty glass of vintage Barolo in one hand and a crisp, white linen shirt draped over my other arm. And I was fucking blushing. Me, a man whose name was whispered with fear in the darkest corners of the city, was standing in his penthouse and grinning like a goddamn teenager after his first school dance with his hot crush.I didn't even go to a normal high school so I don't know how accurate that example is.I took a slow, heavy sip of the wine, the liquid coating my tongue, but my mind was miles away, back in that cramped, dimly lit apartment. I could still feel Zayn's throat around my cock. And shit! That sexy look in his eyes whenever he'd look up at me.Every moment with Zayn felt like an act of power. He knew exactly what he was doing, every movement deliberate, every breath calculated to drive me to the edge of insanity. "Get it together, Rocco," I muttered, but the smile wouldn't fade.I turned back to the

Fruitless!

The morning sun was too bright, reflecting off the polished hood of my SUV with a cheerful intensity that didn't match the heavy thrum of my heart. I’d spent two hours in front of the mirror, a pathetic amount of time for a man like me. I was wearing the navy blue matte cotton shirt Lorenzo had suggested, the sleeves rolled up to just below my elbows. Lorenzo said it'd make me look reliable. I’d even used a hint of woodsy, expensive cologne, hoping it would impress Zayn and stopped at a gourmet shop to buy a bag of snacks for Orion, a little thank you for the cookie he gave me the last time. I wanted to see the kid's face light up. I also wanted to see Zayn's eyes soften.I felt like a different person. I was even humming as I kept checking if my hair was perfect.But the moment Zayn stepped out of that crumbling apartment building with Orion, my smile grew bigger.I jumped out of the car, a greeting already on my tongue, but it died the second I saw his face. Zayn looked... guarde

Broken heart!

I swirled the ice in my glass as the bass of Elysium thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating in my teeth. I was four…maybe five whiskeys deep, and everything was starting to look unfocused.I was not one to easily get drunk, but today I wondered why the liquor was extra harsh on my throat.I felt like a fool. A massive, well-dressed, pathetic fool. I’d spent my entire life building a reputation as a man of steel, a Giordano who didn't flinch at blood or bankruptcy, and here I was, drowning my sorrows in a dark corner of a club because a red-headed dancer had looked through me and reduced me to nothing but a transaction. "You look like someone just shot your favorite dog, Rocco. Or maybe your heart."I didn't have to look up to know it was Eve. I could smell her expensive, smoky perfume over the scent of the whiskey. I heard the click of her heels as she stopped beside my booth, her shadow falling over the table."Go away, I'm not in the mood," I growled, my voice sounding rough.

Understanding!

Zayn let out a long, frustrated sigh. Then he walked toward me, his movements fluid despite the heavy coat. He stopped in front of the booth, refusing to meet my eyes. "I’m going to search you for your car keys, sir," he said, his voice polite and professional and that cut deeper than any insult. "Please remain still."I didn't move. I couldn't. Seeing him there, smelling that faint citrus perfume under the club's musk, made me feel a sudden, jarring sobriety. I watched him as his hands moved over my suit, his fingers grazing my ribs, searching for the key. When he finally found it, he reached out a hand to help me up."Let’s go sir," he murmured and Eve helped hold the door, but she patted my back as we walked past. He led me through the back exit, his grip on my arm firm and steady. When we got to my car, he helped me into the passenger seat and then walked around to the driver's side.The drive was silent for several minutes. The only sound was the hum of the tires on the wet pave

Sweet Zayn!

The door to the penthouse suite barely had time to click shut before I had my hands on him again. We were stumbling through in total darkness, a clumsy, desperate tangle of limbs and tongue.I didn't care about the expensive vase I clipped with my shoulder or the way my boots scuffed against the hardwood. There was only the taste of him…the whiskey, rain, and that faint, lingering citrus.Zayn let out a breathy whimper as I backed him against the wall, my hands sliding under the heavy trench coat to find the heat of his skin. I fumbled for the light switch, my fingers finally catching the toggle.The room flooded with warm amber light. I pulled back just an inch, my chest heaving, and I couldn't help the lopsided grin that broke across my face. Zayn looked like a beautiful, chaotic wreck. His sharp silver eye makeup was smeared across his cheekbones, and his hair was half-fallen out of its ties, spilling over his shoulders in fiery tangles."Shut your mouth, Rocco," he panted, his eye

Important moment!

"Fuck Zayn!” I grunted when he grabbed my dick.“You're hard aren't you?” He kissed my jaws as I pulled my head back. He pressed my balls with his fingers and I groaned and looked down at him to see him grinning.This little kitten was messing with me. “Zayn …”“I know.” He smiled as he kissed me again and started stroking my dick with his hands. I leaned into him, letting him work me.The sensation of the hot water combined with his expert touch was almost too much to bear. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, stifling a grunt as he worked me, his own breath hitching as I teased the metal in his skin, grabbed his boobs and playing with his piercings.It wasn't sex, but it was intimate in a way that felt almost more profound. It was like a shared secret in the middle of a storm and I loved every moment of it.The next morning, the sunlight was filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. I woke up slowly, feeling a warmth against my side that I wasn't used to. I opened my eyes

I'm not a saint! I never was!

~ Zayn's POV ~I'm not innocent! I never pretended that I was.Life has dealt with me in the most cruel ways and I would do anything to survive, even if it means wriggling through dirt. I had no choice. A man like me who was born with nothing and has to endure everything…I can only keep struggling.The fabric of Rocco’s shirt was too heavy, too expensive, and far too large, swallowing my frame in a way that should have felt ridiculous. Instead, it felt like a warm cocoon. Warm….was a word I wasn't used to. It was strange but somehow it felt comforting.The shirt he picked out for me smelled of that woodsy, masculine cologne and the faint, lingering scent of the expensive liquor he’d been drowning in the night before.As the SUV glided through the waking city, the early morning light turned the buildings into blurry, golden canvas. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the world pass by, and for the first time in a long time, the constant, low-frequency hum of

Savior!

Raymond’s hands moved with a terrifying gentleness as he set Orion down from his lap. The sight of those long fingers brushing crumbs off my brother’s chin made the air in my lungs burn. I stood paralyzed, my ribcage aching, holding my breath as if the slightest exhale would shatter the fragile safety of the room."Go on, little man," Raymond said, his voice smooth. He gave Orion a playful wink. "The adults need to talk about boring things. Go to your room."I finally found my voice, though it was thin and trembling. "Go, Orion. Get your backpack ready for school. Don't come out until I call for you, okay?""Okay, Zayn!" Orion chirped, clutching his bag of chocolate cookies like they were a treasure. He hopped off the sofa, oblivious to the wolf sitting in our living room, and skipped toward his bedroom.The click of his door closing felt like a death sentence.The silence that followed was suffocating. I finally let out that breath, my shoulders sagging as the adrenaline began to cur

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