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I push forward and the pressure of his ring of muscles around the head of my cock makes the heat gathered in my gut twist and tighten.

I gasp as I force my way through, and Luca arches up off the bed, his cock jerking so violently that for a second I wonder if he’s coming already.

Strands of precum leak from his slit and create streaks over his abs.

He balls his fists and lets out a suppressed wail around the gag as I fill him in a single thrust.

His channel flutters and clenches around me, making my balls tighten and my toes curl.

I don’t give him a chance to catch his breath before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again.

Luca makes another wild sound, and I notice a streak of moisture on his cheek that might be sweat, but I don’t think it is.

I reach up and catch it on my thumb, my cock throbbing deep inside of him as we both pause for just a second and stare at each other. My heart stills and an unexpected surge of affection swells.

Luca’s nostrils flare and his eyelids flutter, then he cants his hips impatiently, snapping me out of the unexpected tender moment.

I pull out again and fill him with another jarring thrust, but this time I don’t pause.

The slap, slap, slap of our bodies colliding fills the room as I find a punishing rhythm and pound into him mercilessly.

His cock bobs and bounces against his stomach as our harsh pants and untamed moans join in.

More tears streak down his cheeks, but everything about him screams that he’s a man untethered by pleasure, so I don’t stop.

I fuck him harder and deeper, letting myself forget for just a minute that anything else exists except for this moment.

Letting myself pretend that this is my real life—tying up a gorgeous man and bringing him to tears with my cock inside of him simply because we’re wild for each other.

I screw my eyes closed and fuck him faster, memorizing the feeling of his heated skin under my fingertips and the sound of his breaths just before he falls over the edge.

I can feel him tightening around me, getting closer and closer.

Without opening my eyes, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock in a rough grip.

It only takes two hard tugs before he’s thrashing underneath me, his inner muscles clamping tightly around me.

His sticky release fills my palm and spills between my fingers as I jerk him with strokes that match my pace, not letting up as he twitches and pulses around my cock.

A stupid part of me wants to open my eyes and savor the look of pleasure that’s no doubt twisting his features and deepening his olive skin with a flush, but I can’t do it.

I throw my head back and give myself over to my own orgasm instead, the force of it nearly knocking the wind out of me as my balls clench and my cock answers his throbbing pulses with my own.

I grunt and groan through stuttered thrusts as I ride out wave after wave of pleasure until I can’t anymore. I shiver with hypersensitivity as I slip my spent cock out of Luca’s still twitching hole and finally pry my eyes open.

He looks just as beautifully wrecked as I imagined, his forehead wet with sweat and his heavy-lidded eyes watching me with a look that can only be described as worshipful. Fuck . My breath catches in my throat, and I send up a silent prayer of forgiveness for what I’m about to do.

I take off the condom and climb off of him. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself while I tie it off and toss it into the trash, and then I turn back to Luca, hoping he can’t see anything off about the smile on my lips.

“You were so good for me, my precious slut,” I murmur, leaning over the bed to loosen the knot on his gag.

There’s drool running down his chin, and he makes a sad little whimper of loss as I ease it out of his mouth.

“Stay here for me for another minute, okay?” I ask, even though he doesn’t have much choice.

Luca nods wordlessly, even though he has full use of his mouth again.

He doesn’t question me or even tense as I move my shirt up to his eyes and tie it into a blindfold again.

My heart thunders wildly against my rib cage as I quickly tiptoe back to the foot of the bed and dress in a hurry.

I didn’t plan to use my shirt as a gag or blindfold, but I do always keep a change of clothes in my bag just in case.

I pull my fresh t-shirt out and slip it over my head, and then, holding my breath, I grab his discarded pants off the floor and fish out his wallet.

The sheets rustle, but I don’t have the guts to look over at him again. I can’t exactly tiptoe with my boots on, but I move as quietly as I can, snatching his watch off of the dresser and wincing at the metallic rattle as I close my fist around it.

“Anders?” Luca asks in a hoarse voice.

Bile rises in my throat, and I pause one step outside of the bedroom, daring to look back at him for just a beat.

“I’m really sorry,” I whisper, and then I bolt.

I’m sure it’s going to take him at least a minute to get himself untied, and I doubt he’ll chase me down bare-assed naked, but my mind plays tricks on me anyway, convincing me that I can hear his thundering footsteps right behind me as I flee down the stairs as fast as I can, not daring to look back as I burst out the door at the back of the hotel and into the pitch dark night beyond.

I don’t stop or slow down. If anything I pick up speed, sprinting down the street until I’m able to get lost in the bustle of the bar district on this side of town.

I finally risk a glance over my shoulder to reassure myself that Luca isn’t after me.

Of course he’s not, but that doesn’t do anything to loosen the knots in my chest.

Trembling from head to toe, I duck into an alley and lean my back against the rough brick of the wall, gulping down trembling breaths to try to get myself under control.

I realize I’m still holding his wallet and watch clutched in my hands.

I stuff the watch into my bag and then open the wallet.

The number of crisp hundred-dollar bills inside nearly makes me choke.

I pull them out and stuff them into the front pocket of my bag too, doing a mental calculation of how much I have now.

Enough . Finally. At least enough to get away and be able to get by for a couple of months until I can find a legit job somewhere.

That knowledge is enough to ease a tiny bit of the guilt still burning its way through my intestines.

I’m about to ditch the wallet when the driver’s license catches my eye in the dull glow of a nearby streetlamp. He looks good in the picture, unlike most people. With a sad smile, I glance at the name printed on it and my heart stops, my veins filling with ice water instantly.

Luca Moretti.

Moretti .

The M stands for Moretti. As in, the biggest crime family in the city, possibly even the country.

The Morettis own this city, from gambling debts on the upper East side to drug dealers in the projects.

I've heard rumors that even the mayor takes a tidy percentage under the table to look the other way and let them continue to rule from the shadows.

I start to shake from head to toe and a manic laugh bursts from my throat. Leave it to me to be three short weeks from a new life, only to inadvertently rob a fucking Moretti. For the first goddamn time in my life my father is the least of my concerns.

I’m a fucking dead man.