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A n Amato… I wasn’t expecting this. And yet, fuck, Roman calls to every inch of me. The way he reveled in the torture, his confidence when facing our enemies, and yet, there's that small, wounded prince inside him… Damn.

“You want something?” I growl as I cup the back of his head. When he nods silently, I yank his hair, forcing him to look up at me. “You have to say it. Otherwise, how do I know?”

“I want you. To use me. To destroy me.” His eyes darken with lust, and I plan on giving him exactly what he wants.

He wants to be destroyed? I’ll show him what it’s like to be lit ablaze and feel like there’s no way to survive it. He closes his eyes and I strike, biting his neck—hard.

“You will look at me. I want to make sure you see me. That you know I’m not Hollis, Tennant, or Jude. You’re getting fucked by me .” I almost stutter over Tennant’s name, but when Roman trembles in my arms, I can’t seem to give a fuck about that wound.

He opens his eyes, showing me the desperation and fear swirling in them, before he softly responds. “And you won’t see Benjamin.”

“Little One, there isn’t a chance in hell anyone can be with you and not see you. There’s nobody else,” I whisper against his lips, before pushing his jacket off and ripping his shirt from his chest, the buttons pinging over the cement floor.

His startled, outraged gasp only makes me harder, and I grind into him, drawing out a moan. I pull his skirt down, rubbing my hand against his covered erection. He clutches at my shoulders and I give in, drawing his underwear down too.

While he works at taking the garments off completely, I quickly rid myself of my clothes, impatient to be with him, to be in him, to have everything with him. Fuck . He’s so. Damn. Hot.

I spread my shirt out on the floor and gently tug him down, wanting to prevent at least some of the pain. Well, pain that’s not directly caused by me. I stretch out on top of him, softly kissing his neck.

This is not what I expected. I planned on a hard, good fuck, but there’s something about him…

“Jesus, fucking use me!” he snarls, digging his nails into my back.

I hiss at the sensation and twist to grab his wrists, slamming them down on the floor. “You will get exactly what I give you. If I want to fuck you hard, I will. If I want to take my time, taking you apart piece by piece, you’ll take it and be grateful.”

I let go of his wrists and trace his neck as he swallows hard. I briefly tighten my hands around his slender throat before letting go. The thing he doesn’t realize? I won’t ever fall for listening to someone else’s demands again. No, this is my show, but by the time we’re done? He’ll be a puddle of nothing except satisfaction.

I drag myself down his body, digging my nails into his flesh as I go, watching him arch up. Smirking against his body, I press more light kisses, some open or with the occasional nip, dragging my tongue over his soft skin. The salty taste joins the scent of blood still clinging to the air, making me harder. The way he writhes underneath me is delicious, and I haven’t even reached the first course.

When I breathe on his cock, it jerks, and I chuckle at his impatience. His constant curses spur me, encouraging me to take my time even more. I sink my teeth into his groin, loving the way he jerks up, screeching before it turns to a moan.

“Like that, Little One?”

“Fuck.” His voice is breathless, and joy spreads through me. This simple act of connecting is more than I’d hoped for when I got him on the ground.

I had hoped to draw this out more, but I can’t resist him. I’m powerless, and it’s an uncomfortable feeling, yet so fucking freeing, too. Thoughts fly out of my head as I take him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before slowly pulling it in, inch by glorious inch. Tightening my lips and increasing the suction, I draw up and drag my tongue along the vein running underneath.

“Fucking hell, your mouth!” Roman gasps, and I’d laugh if I could, but I’m too busy savoring every damn minute of the blow job. Pushing him higher and higher, until his thighs start to shake. “Fuck! If you keep that up, I’m going to come!”

I pop off, lifting myself up so I can smile at him. “Well, we can’t have that. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

Roughly opening up his cheeks, I dive right in, tonguing his hole. There’s no gentleness this time. It’s dirty, it’s desire, and from the way his body shifts, it’s driving him crazy. Exactly what I wanted.

When he’s finally loosened up, and my tongue is gliding into him easily, I back off and suck my fingers. Once they're wet enough, I insert two and begin to stretch him, preparing him for my cock. He starts pushing against me, fucking my fingers without a damn thought, and I wonder if I’ve seen anything hotter in a long time.

“Get in me, damn it! I’m prepared enough,” Roman grits out.

“What did I say, Little One? You get what I give you.”

He slaps his hands against the floor and I shake my head. I’m not his other partners. I’ve heard all about how he likes being used as a toy. I’m going to show him he can have that and this —what I can give him—as well.

I withdraw my fingers and spit in my hand, using it to lube my cock as much as I can. I move him so that his legs are locked on my shoulders, fully stretching him out.

As much as I want to shove right in, I make myself take it slow, if only so I can watch the frustration play over his face. Finally, when I’m all the way in, I thread my hands in his and push them down against the ground, wanting the extra connection.

I start slow, my body trembling from the urge to go faster. He whips his head from side to side, alternating between the cutest growls and desperate whimpers.

The need to go faster is soon too much for me and I pick up the pace, listening to his cries of “yes” and “fuck”. I want to close my eyes and savor the feeling, but I can’t look away from him. I thrust harder, forcing us both to reach for the wave that's ready to crest over us.

“I want you to come on my cock. I need you to give me this.” My voice is hoarse, and I’m struggling to hold on. I’m at his mercy and he doesn’t even know it.

Suddenly, he tightens around me, cum spurting out and covering both of us. The feel of his ass clamping around me is too much, and I let my own orgasm crash over me. I’m not sure if it’ll ever stop. It consumes me, and I wonder if there will be anything except ashes left. Finally, somehow, it ends, and I slump against him, letting my body fully cover his.

With a sigh, I nuzzle his neck, licking the sweat that’s pooling there. I let go of his hands and run my fingers through his hair. “I’ll move, I just can’t right now.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs, sounding fucked out, just the way I wanted. His arms wrap around me, and trace nonsense patterns against my skin.

I’m not sure how long we lay there, but when I finally get the strength to move, I roll onto the cement. The cold actually feels good on my overheated skin. The problem is… What the fuck do I do with this feeling in my chest? The heat radiates there as well. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with anyone, and definitely not with the Boss of the Amatos.

Before I can think about it too deeply, his hand finds mine and he squeezes it. Roman doesn’t say anything, but there’s comfort there, and I have to wonder…am I not the only one feeling this way? Or am I setting myself up for heartbreak, once again? Too bad it’s too late to go back. The only way to find out is to go forward and… shit.

This means I may have to be nice to fucking Tennant.