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He looked over his shoulder, and my heart stopped. His eyes were glassy. Like he was about to cry.

“Ricardo.”

His head shook quickly. “Not upset!”

“No?”

“No, Daddy. Happy. So fucking happy. You feel… fuck! I need you to move. Please, move.” I shifted my hips back, turning his words into a whine.

I felt renewed at his words. While my mind wasn’t able to process it right away, my body could. I took to fucking my boy like he wanted, no, like he needed.

Because what I quickly discovered as I thrust into him was how greedy he was for my cock. He begged and whined, going from promising to be a good boy to threatening me with bodilyharm. I would have laughed if I weren’t so focused on giving him the best dicking down of his life.

Granted, I was the first. But still, it was the principle of the idea.

“Daddy, close. I’m… so cloooooohhhhh,” his warning broke with a moan.

My boy’s body tensed around me, squeezing the fuck out of my length. I had no choice but to come. To be fair, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to make it this far without breaking.

No matter the reason. I was done for.

When I finished coming and Ricardo was done twitching, I slowly pulled out of him. I gently spread his cheeks apart, watching with a sick fascination as my cum leaked from his fluttering hole.

Red handprints on his ass.

My cum leaking from him.

He was mine.

And now that I’d had a taste, he was never going to get away from me.

CHAPTER 27

Ricardo

Life balanceditself out after I got caught buying a sex toy.

Words I thought I’d never think. First of all, how could balance be found after something like that? And second, why the fuck was I buying sex toys?

Coming to Vegas had changed so much in my life. I wasn’t sure what it said about me that all the changes were centered around another person. Hopefully that I’d found someone worth spending time with.

Pharrell went out of his way to make sure everything we did was consensual. His ability to communicate blew through everything I’d know in relationships. It was like he had a manual none of the rest of us did.

But then again, I found it easier and easier to tell him things as time moved on. The days turned to weeks, which surprised me when I finally stopped to look at a calendar. Life was going so quickly, yet instead of dreading it, I was ready to jump in headfirst.

Daddy made sure I could.

His support gave me the confidence I needed to take charge in ways I hadn’t before. For instance, when I scheduled a security check for today, I expected the men to be ready. It was for the casino, which should have been easy enough.

What I actually found when I arrived were a bunch of assholes goofing off while halfway paying attention to the monitors. It was as if they thought Pharrell’s name alone would keep the riffraff out. I knew from my time with the Romanos that this wasn’t always the case. There were groups out there, equal in size, but oftentimes smaller, who sought to dethrone a king.

I refused to think about what would happen if one of them were successful.

Losing Dante would have hurt. He’s like a brother to me.

Losing Pharrell would end me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I said to the group after watching them shoot the shit for a few minutes. “You’re not paying attention to anything.”