Chapter 34

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Fred

"When are your people infiltrating the house?" I asked between kisses.

"Tonight. Why?" He leaned back, his brow lifting.

"So, we have some time?"

He pursed his lips, and I was desperate to taste them again. "Are you asking me if I want to fool around?"

I nodded. "Today has been…it's been a day. Ups and downs, I'm feeling so?—"

"Out of control," he finished.

"Yeah, exactly."

We stared at each other for a moment; then he said, "My room, fifteen minutes."

I'd never run so fast in my life. I wanted to take a quick shower, get all the glass out of my hair, and make sure there wasn't anything else foreign lingering on my body.

Once I got to Vincenzo's room, I checked the hallway before knocking. I didn't so much care at this point if anyone knew Vincenzo and I had kissed, but sex was another thing. I didn't know how he felt about everyone knowing. No. I shook my head and knocked a second time.

"Come in."

I turned the knob, stepped into his room, and froze.

"Oh…"

"Shut and lock the door; this is only for you." He was completely naked, standing in the middle of his room, and slowly pumping his cock.

I followed the order and turned again…waiting.

"Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

I fucking loved this. Nothing got me hotter than being told what to do in the bedroom. Vincenzo had been the first person in a long time, maybe ever, who I was honestly comfortable doing this with.

I scrambled to remove my clothes and immediately dropped to my knees. He took a few steps and as he stood directly in front of me, he tapped my lips with the tip of his cock.

"Open."

Without hesitation, I obeyed. He slid his shaft in so slowly, and the moment I went to close my lips around it, he removed it immediately.

"Don't suck until I say so."

Loosening my lips, I stared into his dark eyes so full of fire and passion, my dick twitched. He was gorgeous, powerful, and protective…and he wanted me.

I gagged slightly when he hit the back of my throat, but otherwise I didn't move a muscle.

"Now, suck."

As if my life depended on it, I closed my lips and sucked. He gripped both sides of my head and started speeding up.

"Tap my leg if it's too much. Otherwise, you're going to make me come like this. Hum if you understand."

Humming, I relished the feel of his shaft pummeling my throat. My brain shut off and I took everything he gave me, content as soon as the taste of warm come filled my mouth.

"Fuuuuuuck," he whispered loudly, his neck arched.

After he pulled out, he scooped me up and crashed his lips to mine as he carried me to the bed.

"You're amazing, Red."

I loved hearing him call me that. He only did it in the bedroom, and it felt special, only for us…only like this.

"Your cock is amazing."

He chuckled as he gently laid me on the mattress. "Arms up." I lifted them, and he reached under the blanket and pulled out a scarf.

"It's all I had on short notice." He shrugged.

"You're a real boy scout."

He snorted as he tied my wrists together. "Absolutely not."

He leaned down and kissed me chastely. "Hold the headboard, and don't you dare let go."

"Yes, sir." I smirked and he shook his head.

"Such a brat."

"You love it."

He rested his hands on my sides, and with a warmth that took my breath away, he said, "I really do."

I gripped the headboard and waited for my next order, but none came. He spread my legs and lifted them to my shoulders.

"I'm going to rim you until you come, Red. However long it takes. You can only come from my tongue."

Holy fuck. "Uh…okay."

He smiled and dipped his head. In the next breath, he licked across my hole and I bucked.

"Fuck!"

He chuckled and began eating my ass like a Thanksgiving feast. He speared it, licked it, sucked it…I didn't know how much time had passed, but I was both desperate to come and wanting this to last forever.

"Vin," I pleaded. "Touch my dick."

He lifted his head, and through watery eyes I saw his spit-slicked grin.

"Like this or not at all, Red." He plunged his tongue into my hole, and that was it. My orgasm tore through me.

"Sweet fucking wow." He brought my legs down, I hissed, and he started massaging my hips and knees.

"Are you all right?"

I nodded. "Can I let go?"

"Yes."

I released my death grip on the headboard, and he untied my wrists and sweetly rubbed over the light pink marks.

"You're radiant when you come, Red."

"So are you."

He got up and moved to the en suite. I heard the faucet, but my eyes were so heavy. I jolted as he wiped over my stomach cleaning me up.

"Rest," he whispered close to my ear. "I'll wake you once I hear from Beau."

I wanted to argue that I was fine, but my body was mush and my brain was quiet.

"And, Red?"

I opened my eyes and he beamed.

"Yeah?"

"You were a very good boy."

And now I was dead. His words had killed me. I sighed and within seconds, I was asleep.

I was gently shaken awake sometime later. I had no idea what time it was, but Vincenzo was sitting beside me on the bed.

"I'd have let you sleep, but I promised I'd wake you."

"Beau?" I sat up and reached over to put my glasses on.

"We have a survivor, and he's being held in a warehouse." He chuckled. "We can talk about how clichéd it is that he's tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse later."

I shook my head and got out of bed. "I just need to freshen up; can we leave in fifteen?"

"Whatever you'd like. He's not going anywhere."

I pulled on my clothes, went to my room to clean up properly, then to the sitting room. When I arrived, everyone was already there. Aiden was in the corner, talking with Vincenzo, so I joined them.

"How are you feeling?"

He patted his arm. "It was just a graze; I'll live."

"Thank God." I smiled and looked at Vincenzo. "Everyone ready?"

"Waiting on you."

"You're going?" Aiden asked. "Could be dangerous leaving the house again."

"Not with the others dead. This guy has answers, and I'm gonna get them."

Aiden shrugged. "Fair enough. Let's do this."

We took one SUV. Some of Vincenzo's people stayed at the house to watch over things, and the rest were with Beau at the warehouse.

"I remember this building," I said as I exited the vehicle. "They used to make candy here. I loved walking by here as a kid—you'd get a sugar high off the fumes."

Vincenzo laughed. "Might be why it closed."

It had actually closed down because the owner of the warehouse couldn't pay for the protection my dad had demanded he take, so he'd sabotaged all the machinery, which had started a fire, and as soon as it was all out, my pops bought the spot and did nothing with it. Well, I imagine he'd done with it what I was doing right now.

"Did you know I own this property?"

Vincenzo smirked. "Maybe."

And he called me a brat. Once we got to the door, he pulled it open.

"After you."

"Such a gentleman." I took a deep breath and made my way to the center of the room, where a man I'd never seen in my life sat tied to a chair.

He tilted his head to the side, a slight sneer all I could see of his face. A stranger, someone who didn't know me, had taken money to remove two of the most important people in my life.

Before I left tonight, I'd make sure he understood the huge mistake he'd made.