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I take the last swallow of my tea when I hear the garage door open.

Cole is already in bed, and I can finally relax knowing my love is home.

With everything that's been going on lately, it’s hard to let him out of my sight.

Not only with us being targeted, but fuck, those Martellis drive me up the wall with their emotional bullshit.

Thank fuck we were given the ability to live elsewhere…

When Marcus comes in, he drops his keys on the counter and gives me a weak smile that puts me on the defensive immediately. I swallow a groan, because that is never a good look. Trying to withhold the accusation in my voice, I ask, “What went wrong?”

I must not have been successful when he winces. Either that or I’m going to be very unhappy in a moment. He drops his gaze as he mutters something I can’t quite catch. At my disgruntled noise, he looks up, and I gesture for him to repeat himself.

“We’reallmovinginwiththeAmatos.” I blink at him as I try to parse out what he said, considering it all came out as one long word.

Standing up straighter, he tries again. “Lio wants us all—everyone, including us—to move in with the Amatos. Antonio is already there, and can’t be moved because of his lover.

He’s worried we’re a tempting target with us being split over different locations, especially Cole. ”

The way his voice drops at the end, it almost banks the fire of my ire, because I know that Lio actually does love his nephew.

Perhaps showing it in different methods than Marcus and I’d prefer, but still, there’s a deep love between them.

The problem? None of this will turn out well.

I don’t want Cole anywhere near the shitshow.

None of them are exactly…stable. Fuck, I thought Benjamin was stable, and look how that turned out.

Growling, I stand up and prowl toward Marcus, whose eyes widen like the prey he is at the moment.

I cup his cheek briefly before sliding my hand down and circling his neck.

Applying slight pressure—not enough to cut off his oxygen, but enough to feel it—I demand, “Did you agree to this? If anything, we’re a bigger target together.

And you want to put our son in with a fucking barrel of psychopaths, and at least one interrelationship that has the power to explode? ”

He swallows, and I enjoy the sensation against my hand, my cock thickening in expectation. Marcus bites his lip and I want to yank it away, reminding him that the only pain he’s allowed has to come from me, or, grudgingly, Il Padrone.

“I didn’t have a choice. The Boss gave the order. You know how we work. We cannot disobey. And I don’t care that there’s no more black room. I am sure Lio can figure out something just as sadistic. He truly did learn from Il Padrone.”

I drop my hand, grinding my teeth as I acknowledge he’s correct. It doesn’t make me any happier—but I know something that will. Smirking, I drag him closer.

“Fine. We’ll do it, but first? I want you to remember who you belong to—you’re not just a Martelli.”

Marcus’s breath catches, and when I step away, I don’t need to give him any instructions. He makes a beeline for our bedroom. I don’t have the fancy equipment that Il Padrone does, as I don’t need it. Although, to each their own.

Thankfully, Cole is already asleep, as I don’t plan on any interruptions. I lock the door behind me as I step inside. Marcus is already in the process of shedding his clothes, making sure to fold them like the good boy he can be—except when he’s being deliberately naughty.

He drops to his knees perfectly, back straight, knees slightly widened, and places his hands on his thighs before bending his head down. I take a moment to walk around him, gently brushing my hand against his shoulders and around to his chest. Humming in approval, I step in front of him.

“Take me out. I want your mouth.” His hands shakily reach for me, excitement thrumming between us both. When he pulls my cock out, he stills, waiting for my next command. “Lick it.”

He moans as he does, varying between light and hard pressure. When he ducks below and lavishes attention on my balls, I grab his hair, yanking him back.

“Sir?”

“Tease, I didn’t give you permission, now, did I?

” Marcus tries to shake his head, but I have too firm of a grip on him.

I pull harder, bending him backward, as I enjoy the tears gathering in his eyes.

From the way he gasps, I’m not the only one affected.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I release my hold on him and tap his mouth lightly. “Open up. I’m going to use your mouth. If you do a good enough job, I’ll stop and fuck you. Fail, and I guess you’ll be left hard and wanting…”

His jaw drops immediately, a silent plea in his eyes.

Chuckling, I don’t give him any time before I thrust in immediately.

He gags as I fuck him mercilessly, going as deep in as I can, and then staying there.

He’s too well trained to try to push me away, even as tears spill over from the lack of air.

Pulling back out, I let him take a ragged breath, before continuing to feed my own pleasure. When I feel my orgasm building, I force myself to pull my cock from his throat and step back. Gasping, I pull him up by his hair and push him toward the bed.

I quickly undress, not bothering with where the clothes land, when my only objective is getting Marcus’s ass. I’m not surprised to see he’s grabbed the lube and placed it beside him, while he bends over the edge of the bed.

His ass is so fucking perfect when it's highlighted like that. I can’t resist running my hands over it, squeezing, before pulling back and slapping it. He jerks in surprise, which makes me chuckle.

“Fuck!” His exclamation only makes me want to do it again.

So I do. I don’t stop until he’s panting and writhing in the pleasure-pain that only I can bring him.

Not Il Padrone—me. It’s a heady feeling, and when I give his ass one last pat before withdrawing, he sighs, almost melting into the bed. This time, he only mutters, “Fuck.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” He shudders at my amused tone.

“Th-thank y-you, Sir.”

“There, that’s better. I knew you’d remember your manners.”

I finally grab the lube, letting it spill over my fingers before I work him open. Ignoring his prostate, I hum as he squirms, slowing each time he moves. A whine breaks loose from him and I grin, thankful he can’t see me.

“Aww, do you need something?”

“Please! Please, I need you!” His whimper is frantic, as he shakes from lust, and I bend down, biting his shoulder hard. He shudders to a stop, but offers one last plea. “I need you inside me, Sir.”

“I suppose you’ve been a good boy for me.

” I cover my cock in oil and line up with his asshole.

Without any warning, I thrust forward. He chokes from the quick intrusion, and I grind my teeth, trying to be still long enough for him to adjust to me.

Finally, he moans, and I take that as my cue.

I don’t bother going slow. I give us what we both need—a nice, hard fuck.

I want him to remember who he belongs to before we leave for the clusterfuck that’s waiting. He may be a Martelli, he may answer to his Boss, but at the end of the day? He’s mine. Nothing—and nobody—can take that claim away.

I grip his wrists, going for extra leverage as I fuck him, both of us moaning in pleasure.

I don’t know how long I keep it up, but when I get to almost the point of no return, we’re both covered in sweat.

Still, I pull him up, forcing his knees to bend as I drive up into him.

I let go of his wrists, one arm keeping him steady around his waist as the other reaches for his cock.

It’s already dripping pre-cum, and my hand slides easily over it. I keep the frantic pace, wanting him to finish quickly. “Come for me, now!”

I bite his shoulder again and he erupts, shaking as he starts to go boneless.

I drop him back onto the bed and press against him as I continue.

My thrusts are no longer smooth. The way he strangles my dick, and the building sensations, swamp me.

It’s not even a minute later before I join him over the edge.

When I finally stop coming, I’m draped over him, our heated skin sticking together from the cooling sweat. I manage to slowly slide out, even as my trembling knees protest the movement. I scramble onto the bed, plopping down onto my back as I work on catching my breath.

He lands next to me with an “oomph”, and I drag him closer, rubbing his back. His humming relaxes me further. When he pulls away, I glance at him questioningly.

“Sorry, but we can’t rest. Even this was probably too much time to take. Lio wants us there ASAP. He told me we could sleep later.”

“Of fucking course he did,” I mutter darkly. “It’s not like he has to pack and then wake up a child. He’s got fucking maids to help him.”

“You know if you say that, he’ll just suggest we get some of our own, or move back into the mansion full-time.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Well, let’s take a quick shower and then rearrange our lives for them. But I’m telling you now, I’m passing Cole straight to his uncle, so we can get some sleep.”

Laughing, Marcus agrees. We use each other as leverage and stumble toward the bathroom. I’m going to miss having our own place. If anything, this gives me even more motivation to find Il Padrone, because fuck if I’ll be stuck around the rest of them, or the Amatos, for too long.