Chapter 15

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

“DON’T TELL CHEF, but”—Luca scooped up the last of his perch and risotto and swallowed it down—“this might be even better than his chorizos.”

“Might be?”

“Okay, fine. It definitely is.” With a contented sigh, Luca sat back on the cushioned wicker chair, taking his wine glass with him.

“I’ll make sure to rub that information in his face. I can’t say he’ll be pleased.”

“You can’t tell him that. He’ll leave me to rot next time I get kidnapped.”

“Next time?”

“It seems to be the trend, don’t you think?”

Even though he knew Luca was joking, it still grated on Dom that Luca had been taken under his watch. And he’d be damned if that ever happened again.

“There won’t be a next time,” he said, looking out at the lake. Out here where it was so quiet and serene, it was easy to believe it. After all, Lake Como was worlds away from where every terrible thing in his life had taken place. No one could touch them here. It was where his family should’ve stayed in the first place.

“Dom? Did you hear me?”

He shook off the memories that wanted to come streaming in. “What?”

“I said I believe you.”

“You believe me?”

“That there won’t be a next time.”

Dom frowned as he swirled the contents of the glass. The trust the kid had in him was unwarranted, but there it was. Why?

He took a long swallow of his wine before asking, “What happened at the Fiores’?”

“They showed me who they really are.”

“Shit on the underside of your shoe?”

Luca nodded. “More or less. Maybe not Gabriella so much, but she doesn’t have any power there. They don’t want me any more than they did giving me away. They just want to use me because they have no one else.”

“Yes,” Dom said.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No.” Like that had ever stopped Luca before.

“Why did you come and save me?”

“You know why.”

“What, that you didn’t want me to be the heir? I don’t believe it was just that, because you had to know I would never do it. And it doesn’t explain why your father didn’t want you to come for me.”

Dom’s jaw clenched at the mention of the difference of opinion he and his father had argued over. They’d never disagreed before, and the fact that he’d gone against Vincenzo’s orders still didn’t sit well with him. But what could he have done? Given Luca a death sentence?

You did before,the voice in his head reminded him.

“If you don’t join them, they’ll get rid of you,” Dom said.

Luca seemed to think that over. “And you? You don’t want to get rid of me anymore?”

“Maybe I just don’t want the Fiores to be the ones to do it.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I don’t think it’s about getting rid of me at all.” He seemed to want to say something else, but he snapped his mouth shut.

Dom set his glass on the table in front of him. “No? Then what do you think I want to do with you? You think I want to keep you?” Dom got to his feet, his erection already straining against his briefs. Luca’s eyes dropped down his hips, and Dom felt a surge of satisfaction go through him. “Or maybe fuck you?”

“I mean, you wanted to before…”

Dom moved around the table to Luca, who shifted in his seat to face him.

“You need to be more specific,” Dom said. “I wanted to keep you or fuck you?”

Luca angled his chin up a fraction, licked those sexy, full lips, and said, “Both.”

Quick as a whip, Dom reached out and took hold of Luca’s chin. What was it about this kid that he couldn’t seem to shake? He was the last person in the world Dom should find attractive, the last person he should want to be with. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Luca.

Dom brushed his thumb over Luca’s lower lip. “I shouldn’t do this,” he muttered to himself.

“Why? I’m not stopping you.” Luca reached up to encircle his wrist, and sucked his thumb between his lips.

Dom cursed and pulled his hand free, then reached for the back of Luca’s neck and gripped it tight. “That’s exactly fucking why. You’re building this deluded fantasy in your head when this is nothing more than a fuck.”

“A fantasy?” Luca raised a brow, placed his hands on Dom’s thighs, and smoothed them over the erection threatening to burst out. “If this was a fantasy, you’d be some foreign prince, this would be your castle, and you’d already have your shirt off.”

Dom let go of Luca and was about to unbutton his shirt, but at the last second thought, Fuck it, and tore the buttons free. Luca’s eyes widened as they pinged along the concrete floor of the pavilion.

Dom reached for the button of his pants, flicked it open, pulled his cock free, and said, “Guess you’re going to have to settle, then. Mafia prince, family compound… Still want to stay?”

Luca’s eyes darkened as he lowered his gaze to the thick cock only inches from his face. He shifted down to his knees, and Dom swallowed.

The night breeze swirled around them, ruffling his shirt and the soft curtains of the pavilion, and had he not known what he was about to do to Luca, he might’ve thought this was a romantic setting. But nothing about what was running through his mind was romantic. Not when Luca was kneeling on the ground and eyeing Dom’s dick like it was the next course in tonight’s meal.

Dom shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it across the table, and as the cool air hit his heated skin, he looked down to see Luca palming himself through his jeans.

Wanting to see more than he had during the quick suck-and-fuck they’d had the last couple times they were together, Dom took hold of his erection and gave it a long, slow stroke.

“Show me your cock.”

Luca’s eyes flew up to his, the question in them obvious. He’d expected Dom’s dick in his mouth and not much more. But Luca moved up to his knees and shoved his jeans and briefs down under his ass.

Dom grunted, flexing his fingers around the root of his shaft as Luca’s hard length came into view. He had a beautiful body, and his dick was no exception. Long, veiny, and sticky at its plump head, it was begging for release—but it was just going to have to wait a little longer for that.

“Stroke it.” Dom’s voice was gruff, even to his own ears.

One…

Two…

Three…

Luca moved his fist up and down his satiny length. Out here under the lights of the pavilion, he looked like a sex star putting on a sinful show for one.

Dom began to move his hand in time to Luca’s rhythm, his eyes locked on the beautiful man masturbating at his feet. It wasn’t often he was at a loss for words, but as Luca closed his eyes and gasped, Dom lost all other thoughts in his head.

A soft moan filled the air as Luca began to move his hips in a frantic motion, tunneling his dick in and out of his hand as Dom watched on, spellbound.

Keep your distance…he reminded himself as he began to imagine a scenario in which that delicious dick was in his mouth. But images of Luca stretched out in his bed upstairs kept on flooding in, and Dom knew he needed to get a fucking hold of himself.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he barked, needing something to distract him.

Luca obeyed, and the heat there was incendiary as Luca bit down into his lower lip and groaned. His fingers flexed at the base of his cock.

Dom let go of himself and bent down to take Luca’s chin in hand. “You want to come?”

Luca’s eyes were wild with need as he nodded. Dom let go of his chin and reached down to Luca’s frustrated dick. Luca gasped and grabbed at Dom’s loose shirt. Then Dom tightened his grip and brushed his lips across Luca’s.

“Too bad this isn’t a fantasy, then, huh? You’ll come when I fucking tell you to.”