Page 82 of Dual Destruction

“We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Sage.”

“I like it better when you whimperedSirat me,” he said.

“Not right now.”

“Always.”

“Sage,” I pleaded.

“Try again.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. The taunt, the tease. “Sir,” I rasped.

He eased his hand between our bodies, loosening my belt just enough to get to my fly. Sage slid his hand into my slacks, grabbed my cock, and two strokes later—I was done, finishing against his knuckles and my sticky briefs before I could even draw in a breath.

“There.” He pulled his hand out of my pants and smeared his fingers across my mouth. “Can you do your job now?”

I licked my cum off of his hand and he quickly did up my pants, patting my barely sated cock a little rougher than necessary. The wet material of my underwear was cold and jarring against the hot and swollen head of my dick.

“Maybe,” I muttered. “You make it hard to focus.”

Sage kissed me then, dragging his tongue over my lips until I opened for him. I could taste wine and lobster on his tongue, and when I realized he was searching out the taste of my orgasm, my cock thickened all over again.

“No.” I sighed when he pulled away from me.

“Your job is to stay alive,” Sage said. “Not handle my family business.”

“This isn’t just your family,” I reminded him, taking a step back to breathe. I couldn’t think straight when he consumed me the way he did. He didn’t even have to try. He just walked into a room and swallowed me whole, sometimes literally if I was lucky.

“The hit was on me. My dad is involved,” he said.

“Your dad shot at me.”

“And you are mine,” Sage snapped, slashing his hand through the space between us with a sense of formality and finality that I hadn’t seen before. “You are my job. My responsibility.”

“That’s archaic.”

“That’s the way it is.” His expression brokered no argument, but he held my stare to make sure I knew he was serious.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

“When this is finished, I’m taking you to the cabin and I’m going to make sure you don’t question me again. Not about business and not about where you stand with me. Is that clear, Golden?”

Fuck.

How was I hard again?

Hard like Sage hadn’t just had his hand down my pants and jacked me off until I came kind of hard. Like I could cut steel, or more aptly, beat Anthony Molinaro Jr. to death with my dick if given the opportunity.

“Yes, Sir,” I said again.

Someone knocked on the door and I arched a surprised brow. Sage straightened immediately, smoothing his hand down the front of his shirt and turning around. He may hate the line of business he’d just found his way into, but he was made for it. Sage Rosetti was going to be unstoppable.

“Come in,” he called, still barely inches away from me.

The door opened and his father slipped in, ushering in the young Molinaro, who looked even less impressive in person than I’d pictured. Marcos slammed the door closed and locked it, stepping in front of it to block Molinaro’s exit. The kid was so cocky, he didn’t even notice. He didn’t realize he was locked in. It hadn’t even registered that Marcos had knocked on his own office door. Or rather, I guessed now it was Sage’s office.