Chapter 23

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

“GIVE MY FATHER the details,” Dom said to Tony. “We’re out.”

As the doors to the private elevator opened, Dom shoved Luca inside, and for once, he didn’t protest. Smart, given Dom’s frame of mind at that moment. He couldn’t believe the little fucker had tried to escape—or, more importantly, that he’d almost succeeded.

With a tight hand on his slippery prize, Dom punched the button for the penthouse and waited for the doors to shut. He was practically vibrating with his rage and fury, his irritation that this kid had gotten one up on him.

“How dare you,” he snarled as the door closed. “Haven’t I made it abundantly clear what would happen to you if you ever tried to run?”

“Oh, you made it crystal clear,” Luca spat. “If I run, I die. If I stay, I die. If I blink twice or breathe a little fucking loud, I die. So why the hell did you ever think I’d stay? Because you told me to?”

For the second time tonight, Dom was caught off guard. Where was the scared, obedient kid he’d escorted downstairs tonight? The Luca who understood that if he stepped out of line he’d end up back in the basement with Joe, or worse yet, at the bottom of the Hudson?

Dom thought Luca was smarter than that, and that he’d been clear. It appeared he’d been wrong on both counts.

The elevator dinged at their level, and, not trusting himself to speak, Dom dragged Luca out into the hall where Joe stood. When Luca spotted the big guy, some of that bravado from the elevator left him.

“You need anything, Dom?”

Dom said nothing, just aimed a stony stare in Joe’s direction, and that seemed answer enough, because the big guy nodded and went back to staring at the wall.

“Get moving,” Dom said by Luca’s ear, and when he didn’t budge, Dom added, “Unless you want to stay out here with Joe?”

Luca walked toward the door of the penthouse like one would toward his execution, and with the stunt he’d pulled tonight, he might be if Dom’s father didn’t have other plans.

When they reached the suite, Dom all but threw Luca inside, and the momentum must caught him off guard, because he stumbled on the rug and fell. Dom marched in behind him and hit the button on his phone to engage the locks.

Luca glared over his shoulder. “So now what? You going to beat me bloody?”

“That’s the least of what I want to do to you right now.”

Luca let out a humorless laugh as he got to his feet. “Great. Maybe we can get dueling pistols to make it fair. Or lightsabers. Swords? What’s the weapon of choice tonight, huh?”

“You think being a mouthy shit is going to help you?”

“I have nothing. To. Lose,” Luca shouted, throwing his hands up.

Dom went still, surprised that after everything that had just happened, Luca still had some fire left in him.

“You’re wrong,” Dom said. “You have everything to lose. You think this is a fucking joke?”

“No, I think this is a nightmare. What do you expect me to do?”

“I expect you to do what I tell you to fucking do. If they’d succeeded, if they’d taken you, do you have any idea what you’d be walking into?”

Luca scoffed. “So, what, you saved me?”

“Yes. I did.”

“Oh my God.” Luca ran his hands over his face. “You’re insane.”

“No, insanity is thinking you could survive as a fucking Fiore. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”

“Trust you? Trust you? I hate you.”

Dom grabbed hold of Luca’s arm and hauled him in close. “Finally. The feeling’s mutual.”

Luca’s breath came out in hot, quick pants across Dom’s lips, stirring a reaction inside him he didn’t expect. His cock jerked, then his body took over any rational thought.

The line between lust and hate was strong, and before he knew what he was doing, he dragged Luca forward and slammed their mouths together. The reaction was instantaneous, a spark igniting an explosion that left his head spinning.

Holy fuck. He gripped his captive tighter, his hold unyielding even as Luca brought his hands up to Dom’s chest.

Here it comes… Push me away. Tell me how wrong and fucked this all is.

But Luca didn’t do what Dom expected. Instead of breaking the kiss, he curled his fingers around Dom’s jacket…and pulled him in even closer.

That was it. Whatever dam had been holding Dom back burst open, and he found himself pushing Luca back until he hit the wall of windows. Dom shoved his hips in and groaned when he felt Luca’s erection.

Goddamn, that was hot. With all reason shoved out the window and their bodies acting on instinct and pent-up frustration, Luca’s cock was telling Dom more than words could.

He ripped Luca’s hands from his jacket, put them up on the glass, then caged Luca in with his body. Interesting how the minute things turned sexual, Luca was more than fine with Dom being in control. And that dominance was a position Dom was thrilled to take on.

Determined to get in even deeper, he parted Luca’s mouth with his tongue, diving inside. The heat and urgency he found there drove him out of his mind with desire. Between that and the tight, hard body beneath his, he knew this wasn’t going anywhere good. But damn if he gave two shits about that.

Wanting to see how far he could push Luca, Dom released one of his hands and took hold of his throat. He could feel Luca’s pulse fluttering against his palm as he tested the kid’s resolve.

Dom chuckled and dug his fingers in a little tighter on Luca’s skin. “Hate me, huh? Sure doesn’t feel like hate to me.”

Luca swallowed, his Adam’s apple pressing against the V between Dom’s thumb and index finger. “Says the man who’s hard while trying to strangle me.”

A sinister smirk curled Dom’s lip. “Who says I’m not hard because I’m strangling you?”

Luca jammed his hips forward again. “Me. You were hard in the shower last night, too.”

“So?”

“So, the only thing I see in common is me.”

Dom’s eyes narrowed. The mouthy shit was talking him into a corner he had no hope of escaping.

“You want me.” Luca licked his lower lip, and Dom’s eyes automatically fell to the move. “Despite everything inside you that absolutely loathes me, you want me. In fact, I’m starting to think you don’t even want to kill me.”

Dom growled in annoyance. What the hell game is he playing?

“You saved me tonight. That doesn’t seem like someone who wants to kill me.”

About done with this little therapy session, Dom pulled Luca off the wall of windows and spun him around. As he muscled in behind him, Dom grabbed Luca’s hands and placed them on the glass.

“See that city out there?” he whispered by Luca’s ear, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction when Luca trembled. “I run it. Me, my family, we own everyone who could possibly come up here and save your ass. So if I were you, I’d find something more important to do with your mouth than run it.”

Luca shoved back with as much force as he could, whether it was an attempt to get free or to rub himself on his captor, Dom didn’t know.

“Unless of course you’d rather offer up this sweet ass of yours?”

Luca whipped his head around, eyes blazing. “Fuck you.”

Dom chuckled, a low ominous sound as he leaned in and said against his lips, “I don’t believe that was one of your choices.”

“Well, my ass isn’t up for discussion.”

“Fine. Then your mouth it is.”

Dom moved back enough to turn Luca around and reached for his belt. As he unfastened it, he watched Luca slide his hand down over his erection.

“Mmm, that’s fuckin’ hot,” Dom said. “But you’d be a hell of a lot hotter on your knees.”

Luca’s nostrils flared, his breathing becoming more rapid. He was about to tell Dom to fuck off again. To go to hell. To suck his own dick.

But it seemed like the temptation had gotten too much for him too, because he reached out and ran his palm over Dom’s cock.

And again.

Dom pushed his hips forward into Luca’s hand. Fuck. “I said, on. Your. Knees.”

Defiance flared in Luca’s eyes. But then he reached down to unbutton Dom’s pants. As he slid the zipper down slowly, his body followed, and he dropped to his knees in front of Dom.

Damn, what a picture he made. Especially when he pushed the sides of his open pants out of the way and licked a path up Dom’s brief-covered cock.

Dom braced a hand on the glass, but when Luca repeated the move, Dom reached down and grabbed his chin.

“I’m not your boyfriend. This isn’t a romance. Now fucking suck it.”