7. Breaking Point

CHAPTER 7

brEAKING POINT

The elevator ride to Damien's penthouse crackled with electric tension. Antonio could feel the searing heat of the mob boss's gaze raking over him, intense and possessive. His own body was a livewire of adrenaline and barely leashed desire, every nerve ending attuned to Damien's slightest move.

As soon as the doors slid shut, Antonio found himself pinned against the mirrored wall, caged by Damien's much larger frame. One broad hand cupped his jaw, tilting his face up to meet dark, hungry eyes.

"You were magnificent tonight, pet," Damien growled, voice low and rough like velvet over gravel. "So brave. So loyal." His thumb traced the lush curve of Antonio's bottom lip, pressing just hard enough to part the seam. "Such a good boy for Daddy."

Antonio shuddered, caught between the urge to melt into Damien's touch and the bratty impulse to push back, to challenge his control. "I'm not your pet," he bit out, even as his traitorous body arched into the the older man's strong grip. "And you're not my Daddy."

Damien's laugh was dark and wicked, sending shivers racing down Antonio's spine. "Oh, but you are, baby boy. You're mine in every way. My fierce little warrior." His fingers tightened on Antonio's jaw, a subtle show of dominance. "My bratty little prince who needs Daddy to take him in hand."

Before Antonio could fire off a retort, Damien's mouth was on his, hot and demanding. The kiss was a filthy tangle of tongues and teeth, a battle for control that Antonio knew he'd lose but couldn't help fighting anyway. He moaned into it, fingers scrabbling at Damien's shoulders as he gave as good as he got.

They were both panting by the time they broke apart, the confined space of the elevator thick with the musk of arousal. Damien's eyes were blown black with desire, his usual icy composure shattered by raw, naked hunger.

"Last chance to tap out, baby boy," he rasped, forehead pressed to Antonio's. One big hand slid down to palm his ass, kneading the firm flesh possessively. "Once Daddy gets you in his bed, there's no going back. I won't be able to let you go."

Antonio's heart hammered against his ribs, trepidation and anticipation a heady cocktail in his blood. This was insanity. Damien was the enemy, his captor. Antonio should be looking for an escape, not aching to fall deeper under the older man's thrall.

But as he met Damien's heated gaze, saw the need and vulnerability burning there, he knew it was already too late. He was lost, caught in the spider's web with no desire to break free.

"Promise?" His voice came out breathier than he'd intended, laced with unmistakable want. He rolled his hips, grinding his hardness against Damien's thigh. "Maybe I don't want you to let me go...Daddy."

Damien's answering growl sent electric sparks skittering under Antonio's skin. In one fluid motion, he hoisted the smaller man up, strong hands gripping his thighs. Antonio reflexively wrapped his legs around Damien's waist, gasping at the obvious bulge pressing insistently against his ass.

"Careful what you wish for, baby boy," Damien purred darkly, carrying him out of the elevator and towards the bedroom. "Daddy's in no mood to be gentle."

Antonio arched a brow, challenge sparking in his gaze even as his body trembled with arousal. "Who says I want gentle, old man?" He rolled his hips again, relishing Damien's sharp intake of breath. "Maybe I want Daddy to wreck me. Ruin me for anyone else."

A feral light ignited in Damien's eyes at the bratty words. "Oh, my poor boy. You have no idea what you just unleashed."

He tossed Antonio down on the enormous bed and pounced, pinning the smaller man's wrists above his head. Antonio thrashed instinctively, but Damien's grip was iron, immovable. The show of casual strength made Antonio's cock throb, leaking steadily in his constricting slacks.

Damien's free hand made quick work of their clothing, baring heated skin to the cool air. All the while he kept Antonio's wrists pinned, rendering him helpless to do anything but accept Damien's attentions.

The first drag of Damien's large, warm palm over his chest made Antonio arch with a needy whine. Calloused fingers found a nipple and pinched, the sudden sting making him jerk and gasp.

"Sensitive," Damien noted smugly. He ducked his head and laved his tongue over the abused bud. "Daddy's poor responsive baby. I'm going to have so much fun taking you apart."

True to his word, Damien seemed intent on wringing every desperate sound from Antonio's lips. He mouthed hot, open kisses down his chest, sucking bruises into the smooth skin of his stomach. Each nip of teeth, each hard suck sent sparks straight to Antonio's dripping cock, the wet spot on his straining briefs growing with each tortuous touch.

When Damien finally reached the waistband, he paused, glancing up through dark lashes. His lips were wet and obscenely red, curved in a smirk that promised filthy delights.

"Tell Daddy what you need, baby boy." The command was low and rough, brooking no argument. "Use your words like a good boy."

Antonio flushed, squirming against the grip on his wrists. "Daddy," he whined, voice small and pleading. The nickname felt strange yet arousing on his tongue, the power exchange making his head spin. "Please, I need..."

"Ah ah." Damien nipped sharply at his hip bone in admonishment. "What have I said about mumbling? Speak up and tell Daddy what his little prince needs."

Mortification warred with desperate arousal as Antonio forced the words out. "Your...your mouth. Please, I need your mouth on me, Daddy. Wanna feel you suck my—my cock." His voice cracked on the last word, face blazing.

But it was all worth it for the way Damien's eyes flared with heat, his smile taking on a sharp, feral edge.

"There's my good boy," he purred. "Asking so nicely for what you need. Daddy's going to reward you now."

With no further preamble, he yanked Antonio's briefs down and swallowed him to the root.

Antonio nearly screamed, back bowing off the bed at the sudden hot, tight suction. Damien's mouth was sin incarnate, all wicked skill and merciless intensity as he bobbed up and down Antonio's length.

It was too much too fast, pleasure streaking up Antonio's spine with each drag of Damien's mouth. When the older man hollowed his cheeks and sucked viciously, Antonio swore he blacked out for a moment.

"Daddy!" he wailed, hips bucking desperately. "Fuck, oh fuck, I can't—I'm gonna?—"

With a filthy slurp, Damien pulled off. He pumped Antonio's spit-slick cock with firm strokes, grinning wolfishly.

"Oh no, baby boy. You don't get to come until Daddy says so. And Daddy's not nearly done playing with you yet."

Ignoring Antonio's sob of frustration, Damien flipped him over onto his stomach. He manhandled the smaller man into position, ass up and presented. Antonio tried to rut against the sheets for some relief, but a hard swat to his cheek stilled his movements.

"Did Daddy say you could hump the bed like a bad puppy?" Damien scolded, squeezing the abused flesh. "I don't think so. Be a good boy and hold still for Daddy while I open this tight little ass up."

The filthy words made Antonio moan brokenly into the pillow. In this position, spread open and vulnerable, he felt small. Owned. Like Damien's pretty little plaything to use how he pleased.

The first press of a thick, blunt finger against his hole made him tense up automatically. But Damien just rubbed soothing circles into his lower back, murmuring praise.

"Shh, there's my good boy. Relax for Daddy, let me in. Gonna make you feel so full, so good."

Damien worked him open with ruthless skill and efficiency, pumping thick fingers into his hole until Antonio was loose and sloppy and aching for more. The burn and stretch was delicious, winding the coil of need in his gut tighter and tighter.

By the time Damien pressed the wide head of his cock against Antonio's rim, he was nearly delirious with it. Empty and desperate to be filled, to be taken and claimed and owned completely.

"Please, Daddy," he begged shamelessly, pushing his hips back in a brazen invitation. "Need your cock in me, splitting me open. Wanna feel you in my throat, Daddy please?—"

His broken babbling dissolved into a scream as Damien shoved in to the hilt in one relentless thrust. It was just this side of too much, bordering on pain. The sheer size of him, stretching Antonio impossibly wide, pressing against his prostate like a brand.

"Tight," Damien grunted, fingertips digging bruisingly into Antonio's hips. "Tight and hot and perfect. Gonna ruin this little cunt for anyone else. Fill you up over and over until you're sloppy and dripping with my cum. Is that what you want, baby boy?"

"Yes, Daddy, please," Antonio cried, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. The overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. "Need you to ruin me. Make me yours."

Damien's growl was pure possessive hunger. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in so hard Antonio saw stars. Each thrust drove Antonio forward on the bed, his cries muffled by the pillow as Damien's cock hit that sweet spot inside him over and over.

"You're mine," Damien rasped, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. "My good boy. My bratty little prince. Only Daddy gets to fuck you like this. Only Daddy gets to hear you scream."

Damien set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving the air from Antonio's lungs. It was hard and fast and filthy, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. Antonio could only hang on for dear life, sobbing and writhing on Damien's cock as the older man took him apart piece by piece.

"Look at you," Damien growled, one hand fisting in Antonio's hair, forcing his back into a deep arch. "Taking Daddy's cock so well, like you were made for it. Like this needy little hole belongs to me."

"Yes," Antonio babbled, too far gone to be embarrassed. He clenched down around Damien's thick length, relishing the broken moan it earned him. "Yours, Daddy. All yours. Ahh, fuck, right there, don't stop?—"

Damien hammered into him, zeroing in on that sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure sparked white-hot behind Antonio's eyelids with each perfect thrust. His cock throbbed between his legs, smearing the sheets with precum.

The hand in his hair gentled, petting him even as Damien's hips pistoned faster. "Does my baby boy want to come? Wanna make a mess all over Daddy's sheets like the desperate little cumslut you are?"

The degradation, delivered in that low, silky growl, just pushed Antonio higher. His balls drew up tight, every muscle quivering on the knife's edge of orgasm. "Please, Daddy, I need it. Need to come on your cock, paint me with it, wanna feel you dripping out of me, please?—"

Damien snarled, the grip on Antonio's hip tightening to the point of pain. "Do it," he commanded roughly. "Come for Daddy, now. Let me feel this ass squeeze the cum out of me."

One, two, three more brutal thrusts and Antonio was gone. His vision whited out as ecstasy ripped through him, cock spurting untouched all over the sheets. He clenched down hard, muscles rippling around Damien's pistoning length.

"Fuck!" Damien roared, slamming in to the hilt and grinding deep. Antonio felt him swell, twitching, before molten heat flooded his insides.

Damien fucked him through it, using his limp, shaking body to milk every last drop. Each small thrust sent electric aftershocks skittering up Antonio's spine, oversensitized nerves singing with mingled pleasure and pain.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, Damien stilled. He draped his bulk over Antonio's back, mouthing hot, open kisses across his sweat-slick shoulders. Antonio moaned weakly as Damien's cock slipped free, a thick rush of cum following in its wake.

Strong arms gathered him up, pulling him to lay against a broad, furry chest. Antonio went willingly, too wrung out to do anything but burrow into Damien's warmth. The older man stroked soothing hands up and down his back, murmuring sweet praise into his hair.

"My good boy. My perfect baby, you did so well for Daddy." Damien nuzzled into Antonio's throat, inhaling deeply. "So proud of you, pet. You're mine now, all mine. Daddy's going to take such good care of you."

In the hazy aftermath of the most intense orgasm of his life, wrapped up safe in Damien's arms, Antonio couldn't find it in himself to argue. He felt owned, claimed, cherished in a way he never had before.

Maybe it was twisted, finding such comfort in the arms of his captor. But in that moment, with Damien's cum marking him inside and out, his big hands gentle on Antonio's trembling body... he felt something slot into place. Like he'd finally found where he belonged, who he belonged to.

"Yours," he mumbled, already halfway to unconsciousness. He nuzzled into the thick pelt of Damien's chest hair, breathing in the musk of him. "My Daddy."

He felt more than heard Damien's low rumble of approval. A large hand cupped the back of his head, carding through his hair with infinite tenderness.

"That's right, baby boy. My good boy." A kiss was pressed to his temple, achingly soft. "Sleep now, little prince. Daddy's got you."

With that promise warming him down to his bones, Antonio let exhaustion take him under. He drifted off cradled against Damien's heart, the steady drum of it the perfect lullaby.

He knew, in the light of day, there would be questions. Consequences. What they'd done, what they'd become to each other, was a line that could never be uncrossed.

But for now, claimed and safe in his Daddy's arms, Antonio was content to let tomorrow worry about itself. He was exactly where he needed to be.

***-

The next morning found Antonio padding barefoot through Damien's penthouse, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe. His body ached in the most delicious ways, reminders of the night's passion written in bruises and bite marks across his skin.

He paused outside Damien's home office, hearing raised voices from within. Curiosity overrode caution, and he pressed closer to the door, straining to make out the words.

"...can't just sit back and let Rizzo make a move," a gruff voice was saying. Antonio recognized it as one of Damien's top lieutenants. "We need to strike first, hard and fast."

"And risk open war?" Damien's voice was cold, controlled. "No. We bide our time, gather intelligence. When we move, it will be decisive."

"But sir, what about the Lombardis? They're vulnerable now, with the boy in our custody. We could take them out in one fell swoop."

Antonio's blood ran cold. Take out the Lombardis? His family?

Damien's response was lost in the sudden rushing in Antonio's ears. He stumbled back from the door, mind reeling. This couldn't be happening. Damien wouldn't... would he?

But even as doubt gnawed at him, Antonio couldn't shake the memory of Damien's possessive touches, his declarations of ownership. Had it all been a lie? A ploy to get close to the Lombardi heir and destroy them from within?

"Eavesdropping, pet?" Damien's voice, low and dangerous, made Antonio jump. He spun to find the older man leaning against the wall, eyes unreadable. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?"

Antonio's chin lifted defiantly, even as his heart raced. "Is it true?" he demanded. "Are you planning to take out my family?"

Damien's expression hardened, all traces of the tender lover from last night gone. "And if I was?" he asked coolly. "What would you do about it?"

It was a test, Antonio realized. A moment of truth that would define everything between them. He could feel the weight of Damien's gaze, assessing, calculating.

His next words would determine not just his fate, but the fate of everyone he'd ever loved.

And as the silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken threats and promises, Antonio knew that whatever choice he made, nothing would ever be the same again.