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21. My cocksleeve

~Alessio~I slip in another finger, going deeper. My other hand grips his waist to keep him in place. I want to explore his body more, his brawny and lithe back and broad shoulders. My cock is throbbing so hard I don't think I can take it anymore. I push deeper and deeper, pressing against that spot. Cassius jerks. He shudders and bites his lips. He grabs onto the sink for support, looking at me through the mirror. The blue in his eyes is darker, filled with lust.I press that spot again and he rolls his hips back to meet my fingers. I slap his ass."Don't fucking move."He whines, the sound enough to make my balls heavy with lust and need."Alessio, fuck. I'm going to cum," he pleads. He's looking at me through the mirror, his eyes pleading and begging. Che cazzo. That look on his face is going to destroy me if I don't do something about it.I pull my fingers out to tease him. I want to see him beg and plead, grovel before me. S

22. Don't touch my rolls

~Cassius~I wake up the next morning, sore but strangely satisfied. Alessio is still asleep. It seems like last night he unleashed the monster in himself and fucked me till I nearly broke. He made me moan and submit to him, something I've never done or given to anyone else. He was gentle at first until his hunger got the better of him and he pounded into me like a maniac, not that I'm complaining. I liked it.After our little quarrel and fucking in the bathroom, Alessio flung me into the bed and thrust so hard that I literally saw fucking stars. I'm still thinking of his cock in my ass and his husky deep voice spouting dirty words when he wakes up.His words are still haunting my mind."You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."His voice... The way he said it like he meant it.Fuck, why am I thinking about this? About him? I drag my palms over my face, groaning internally as I curse myself. What's wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about his words as if they were true? Maybe h

23. Feisty brat

~Cassius~I jump away in time and laugh, quickly stuffing the stolen roll into my mouth."Get back here and spit that out!" She chases me and tries to whoop my ass with her ladle.She's energetic for a fifty-seven-year-old woman, chasing me round and round the table until I give up. Not because I can't outrun her but because it's not good for her health.Pamela looks the same and remains the same height as when I was a teen. But her eyes have aged. Wrinkles are starting to appear at the corners of her bright light brown eyes.She makes the best food in the world, the best cakes and pastries. Without her, what am I going to eat?"Pamela, I missed you," I hug her tightly. She rubs my back, returning the hug. Pamela looks me up and down, clicking her tongue in disapproval."Look at how thin you've become after a few days at the Vitos! Is your husband not treating you well? He has lots of money but he can't feed you? What a waste!" She swings her ladle angrily as she speaks, her short bro

24. Hyperventilating

~Cassius~"You can't go upstairs! Answer me! What's your purpose in coming here?" I hear Pamela's voice questioning them."Ma'am, we need to keep an eye on him. There might be potential danger," Leo says."There's no danger. This place is safer than the house you forced him to leave."I rush over to Killian's room, picking the lock. He has a rope somewhere. His room is filled with posters of sexy club girls and Britney Spears. I think she's his type. Ignoring the messy room and the urge to rummage through his stuff, I pull open his drawers one by one until I find the rope. The rope we used to climb out of the house to sneak off whenever dad grounded us.I head back to my room and toss the rope down. I hear footsteps marching on the stairs. Pamela couldn't stop them. Messing up my room and leaving shoe marks on the ledge, I roll under my bed, hoping that they will fall for it.My bedroom door slams open. Footsteps rush over to the

25. Mesmerizing

~Cassius~ I don't want anyone to witness my weakness. But it's hard. Because I have no control over my legs and arms, my thoughts and the chilling feeling that's making my stomach sick. Something warm touches my face. I'm pressed against something hard and warm. Hands. They are on my face. They are on my shoulders. Unlike mine, they aren't bloody or dirty. Or wait... there's a tattoo that I recognize. I look up and see my mother looking at me. Slowly, her face morphs into the man I last saw this morning. Alessio is cupping my cheeks, shaking me. But I'm not listening. I can't hear what he's saying. I'm too caught up with the voices in my head. "Cass, look at me. Breathe. Breathe. One, two, inhale, exhale, three, four, inhale, exhale," rough calloused fingers stroke my nape. I suck air into my lungs, it scraping against them as if they are made of glass. Alessio does that trick and it works. Lik

26. Sniper

~Alessio~Leo and Jeffrey barged into the safehouse that Giuseppe was in. My youngest brother called me and I drove my car so dangerously fast that I nearly got into an accident. I don't know why I care but I'm surprised to find him hyperventilating on the floor. Cassius has slipped off the couch and is having difficulty breathing. Like the day at his house, his eyes are unfocused and dark. I'm scared. Actually fucking scared that something happened to him.Now I'm doing something that I've never done before, not to adults. He's on my lap and I'm stroking his nape, comforting him. I came across this technique to calm people down by accident from a social media post that Giulio shared to the group.It's strange, and even more so when I feel that I shouldn't be doing this. His incident has broken my schedule. I'm supposed to be at work, dealing with paperwork for the construction and finding Luca De Santis, that bastard traitor, but I burst out of

27. Don't burn the kitchen

~Alessio~Dimitri: Fabio's been seeing someone. A woman. She might know his hiding place."Enjoy your meal," I pull the apron off."You're not hungry?" Cassius asks, licking his lips. He looks at me like he has something to say."No," I purposely walk slowly in case he calls out to me or has some information about Kowalski. But he doesn't. He opens his mouth, then closes it and returns to his food.I cross the room and enter the little study. My youngest brother walks into the room. Giuseppe, or Jo as we call him, sighs and crosses his arms in front of me like he's taking a rebellious stance."What? Are you done?" I ignore the glare he's fixing me with and type a reply back to Dimitri.Me: Location.Three dots dance across my screen before his reply pops up. An address in Italy. The motherfucker has run all the way to Italy, hiding and enjoying himself. But that won't last long. I'll be sure to end his life in t

28. Am I jealous?

~Cassius~I'm watching my husband and Jo cooking in the kitchen. Alessio is smiling at something Jo says and I'm burning with a sour feeling in my chest that it's not because of me.I'm wishing that I could cook. I'm wishing that I had Pamela's skilled and artistic hands. And I'm wishing that Jo would accidentally cut his fingers or hands off and get lost somewhere far away from my husband. He never smiles like this when he's with me. Alessio always has this stoic, serious-looking face as if the whole world owes him millions. The only time he ever smiles at me is when he's mocking me.Not like this. Not the happy, full of sunshine one he's giving Jo. Fuck him and fuck Jo.The aroma of the food is delicious but I'm not feeling it. I realize what a great cook Alessio is. His sleeves are rolled up, giving me a view of his tattoos and muscles. I think I'm addicted to the sight of him wearing an apron. What if he wore nothing but an apron? Great. Now I

29. Uncut and thick

~Cassius~I know he's just using me because he thinks Kowalski was after him. Maybe he thinks Kowalski sees me as his weakness and tried to take my life.I stare at him, unblinking. "Then I have to disappoint you."The look of disappointment is evident on his face. He grabs my chin and crashes his lips into mine, shocking me. What the... fuck?Alessio nibbles my bottom lip. His kiss is raw, brutal and hungry. A bolt of electricity shoots down my spine, wrapping around my now aching cock. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, tangling and rolling against mine.Just a mere kiss is enough to turn me on. Fuck me and my brain. The way Alessio makes my body react is beyond comprehension. He grabs my nape and presses me against his body.It's fucking hot in here with the air conditioning blasting at the second highest setting. I run my fingers through his dark brown hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. He groans into my mouth before

30. Too much stimulation

~Cassius~He grins and it's the most genuine and beautiful thing I've seen. He continues to push into me slowly but steadily. I feel his cock throbbing in me, pulsing, rubbing against my walls, stretching me."Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasp, my feet digging deep into his waist. He kisses and sucks my throat so hard that I'm sure there'll be marks tomorrow. I want more. I want him to leave his marks all over me. A sick part of me is begging him to claim and use me, like I'm going to use him. We're fucking using each other.Alessio rolls his hips and rams so fucking deep into me that I feel him in my stomach.Am I supposed to feel him in my stomach?"You feel so fucking good, baby. Your ass is swallowing my cock up. Can you feel it, baby?" He says between frantic and crazy kisses, sucking every part of my skin. He doesn't spare my ears, kissing and nibbling them. The stimulation is too much. I can't take it anymore.His movements are rough, hitting my prostate again and again. I don't want t

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