Lucas;I stare at him as his laughter grows, but he doesn’t let go of my leg. I want to be mad at him for barging in like that. For scaring me, and most importantly, for finding out my secret. I’ve known how to knit since I was a little boy. I got bullied for it in elementary school. In high school, when guys found out I could knit, coupled with the fact that I’m bi, it was hell. The bullying was insane, and since then, I’ve kept it a secret. I couldn’t even tell Sal because I found it embarrassing. And it looks like I was right to. He’s laughing so hard, he can’t stop. And still, my stupid love struck ass can’t bring myself to be mad at him for it. How can I get mad when he looks so bright, laughing like this… Even if it’s at the expense of my feelings.Seeing as I can’t break free from his grip, I sit on the floor in front of him. My confidence crumbling with every laugh. “I need that…” He laughs, and I hug my knees to my chest as I stare at him.“It’s that bad, huh?” I question
Lucas;“I shouldn’t have brought this to you. It’s stupid talk.” He says as he tries to walk away, but I grab his arm to stop him from leaving. This makes him turn to me with confusion on his face.“It’s not stupid talk if you believe it,” I whisper to him, and I see a tear drop slide down his face.He stares at me in silence, and I smile at him. My heart broke at the silence in his eyes.“Talk to me. You know I’ll listen.” I speak softly, and he blinks at me. His breath… shaky as I see him melt into the trust he has for me.A trust I appreciate way more than he knows.“If you need me to just listen, I’ll do just that. If you want my opinion, I’ll give it. Whatever you want. You should know by now that you mean more to me than the facade of invisibility you put up in front of everyone else. Let me see your scars. I won’t mock them. I won’t judge them.” I add, and he swallows.I let go of his hand and step aside. Allowing him room to move to my bed. I let out a relieved breath as he wa
Attention:Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let’s have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!********"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets."Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me."We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him wi
David;It all started one chaotic night. My job was to rob him. Dimitri sent me to do it, and when Dimitri gives an order, you don’t ask questions. You follow it, no matter the risks. So, I didn't ask questions. I just obeyed. Taking the risk.However, the risk I was taking for Dimitri that night was higher than anything else I had ever had to do for him. I wasn't just on another mission. No. This time, I was playing a game of peekaboo with death. I was sneaking through Salvatore's home, to rob him!One would think I was mad for agreeing to do such a thing, but it would also be madness to disobey Dimitri. So, what could I have done?For three years, I had belonged to Dimitri. I got tangled with him when I borrowed money from his men to treat my sister’s cancer. And when the time came to pay him back, I couldn't. Dimitri would have killed me, but he kept me alive with a preposition. My loyal service to him, in exchange for my life. It wasn't mercy. It was business.That monster knew ev
"You're gay. "The words rang in my head like an abominable insult, and I looked up at Salvatore with wide eyes."No, I'm not! "I yell with confusion and fright tight in my chest, but he scoffs. The sound was cold and dismissive. Like I didn't know what I was saying.I try to move, maybe to cover the humiliating bulge with my hands, but the sting in my wrists reminds me of the shackles that I'm in. There is no hiding this embarrassment.“I’m not gay. It's… Morning wood. “I lie, and he chuckles. This isn’t fucking morning wood. It’s a full-blown, undeniable erection that I do not know what caused."Those are the first words you're saying? People are usually careful when talking to me, and yet the first thing you do when you open your mouth is lie to me. "Salvatore says as he moves off the desk and begins to walk over to me.His torso and muscles flex as he does so. He moves like a predator. Slow, calculating, and dangerous."I'm not lying. I'm not gay! "I reply with desperation making m
Salvatore's POV:Can he really not remember me?He doesn't seem to. And that's quite understandable.I have changed a lot since we were roommates. Then, I was under a different name and looked completely different. David was a junior to me when we were at university.My father had put me in a cheap school to keep me hidden from his rivals. A plan that worked because when my family was wiped out, I couldn't be found. No one knew I was hiding in plain sight. No one except for my uncle. A man who has stood as a father to me since I lost my parents and older sister.David was a smart kid when we were in school. He was always coming out with top scores, and I remember hearing that he graduated with a 5.0 CGPA. David was my roommate for one year. He was always kind and funny. Funny for more reasons than one. One of those reasons was that David never knew that he was gay.I always knew that he was, but David never realized this truth. All those years ago, I could tell he was into men but Dav
David's POV;"Who the fuck are you!? "I question, reaching for my rope dart, but I freeze when I realize that I no longer have my weapons, and Vanessa is right there."Mr. Salvatore sent me. To keep the girl safe. "He says, and my eyes widen.I turn to Vanessa and she folds her tiny arms across her chest as she glares at me. Her pale face looks a bit happy to see me. Although she's trying so hard to let me know that she's upset with me, I can see that she's relieved and happy that I came here."You have every right to be mad at me. My little princess. I never forgot your birthday. I just... I was at work and... "I begin, but she cuts me off."It's okay. I understand. Your friend sent that man to tell me what happened. "She says, pointing at the man in the corner, and I freeze. Turning to the man with wide eyes, and then back at my sister."My... friend? He told you what... What happened? "I question, and she nods with her eyes softening, and my heart starts thudding. Mr. Salvatore coul
David’s Point Of View;"I'll do it!"I finally blurted out, and the silence that followed was deafening. When I opened my eyes, I found Salvatore staring at me, with confusion. Confusion that soon morphed into amusement. “You’ll… do what, exactly?” he asks with a smirk tugging at his lips, and I grit my teeth. He wants me to say it. This bastard!“I’ll become yours,” I whisper, and his smirk widens,“You do know what you’re agreeing to, right?” He asks as he starts walking towards me. And with each step he takes toward me, I take a large one back.“You understand what it means for you to be mine, right? “He questions, and I swallow. Never breaking eye contact with him.“No… ”I admit with my voice trembling. “If you become mine, ”He begins, his tone dropping into a seductive growl that sends shivers down my spine. “You won’t just be working for me. Your body will belong to me. I’ll do whatever I want with you, whenever I want, and however I want. ”He says, and as my back hits the w
Lucas;“I shouldn’t have brought this to you. It’s stupid talk.” He says as he tries to walk away, but I grab his arm to stop him from leaving. This makes him turn to me with confusion on his face.“It’s not stupid talk if you believe it,” I whisper to him, and I see a tear drop slide down his face.He stares at me in silence, and I smile at him. My heart broke at the silence in his eyes.“Talk to me. You know I’ll listen.” I speak softly, and he blinks at me. His breath… shaky as I see him melt into the trust he has for me.A trust I appreciate way more than he knows.“If you need me to just listen, I’ll do just that. If you want my opinion, I’ll give it. Whatever you want. You should know by now that you mean more to me than the facade of invisibility you put up in front of everyone else. Let me see your scars. I won’t mock them. I won’t judge them.” I add, and he swallows.I let go of his hand and step aside. Allowing him room to move to my bed. I let out a relieved breath as he wa
Lucas;I stare at him as his laughter grows, but he doesn’t let go of my leg. I want to be mad at him for barging in like that. For scaring me, and most importantly, for finding out my secret. I’ve known how to knit since I was a little boy. I got bullied for it in elementary school. In high school, when guys found out I could knit, coupled with the fact that I’m bi, it was hell. The bullying was insane, and since then, I’ve kept it a secret. I couldn’t even tell Sal because I found it embarrassing. And it looks like I was right to. He’s laughing so hard, he can’t stop. And still, my stupid love struck ass can’t bring myself to be mad at him for it. How can I get mad when he looks so bright, laughing like this… Even if it’s at the expense of my feelings.Seeing as I can’t break free from his grip, I sit on the floor in front of him. My confidence crumbling with every laugh. “I need that…” He laughs, and I hug my knees to my chest as I stare at him.“It’s that bad, huh?” I question
Salvatore;I tried getting David to talk to me once he got into the bathroom, but he ignored me. And to be honest, I deserve it. I know a lot will change if I just tell him I love him, but how much will really change is what I have no control over. I know it’s pathetic, but despite not being a spiritual or religious person, Dimitri was right. There is a pattern. Everyone I’ve ever said ‘I love you’ to ends up dead.”Dimitri may seem alive, but he’s dead too. His heart… the good in him… joy… It’s all dead. Sofie was my best friend. I told her constantly how much I loved her and our friendship, and… what happened? Then my family… Lucas and David are probably still alive because I haven’t told them those words yet. I know I’m a coward. A fucking cunt for doing this, but I’m scared. I’m scared of loving David. I don’t want to lose him. He might end up hating me, and it would kill me, but… I don’t want to see him dead. I don’t want any harm to happen to him. If I lose him, then… if
David;I arch my back off the bed when he wraps his tongue around my tip, and I watch as he sucks my full length into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick sends all the cold I previously felt evaporating from my body, and sends sweet warmth and shivers to the roots of every single nerve in my body."Fuck... "I cuss as I grab the bed sheet.My toes curl as he begins to wrap and work his tongue around my length, but I almost lose it when he swallows me, and I feel his throat wrap around my dick."Oh, shit... "I cuss as I bite my lower lip.I feel my soul threaten to leave my body as he sucks me like his intention is to suck every voice of reason from my head... And it seems to be working. This isn't just a blow job. No. He is making love to my dick... With his mouth.Goosebumps rise along my skin when he moves down to my balls, and unable to stop myself, I bury my fingers in his silky, long hair. I struggle to hold back as he keeps swallowing my full length. Allowing
Salvatore;It’s late. I got home late. I couldn’t leave Uncle Aldo or Lucas till we were sure he was fine. But now I’m home. Home and eager to see just one person. I barge into my room, and I feel relief explode inside me when I see him. He’s sitting on the bed, covered by the duvet, and has a sketch book in his lap.“Sal?” He questions as I walk into the room and shut the door. “Are you… Are you drunk?” He questions, and I nod at first, but then shake my head in denial.“No. I just had a couple drinks.” I reply as I stagger, and he immediately throws the duvet and sketch book aside before rushing over to me.“And you drove home like this!?” He questions as he takes my hands and starts inspecting my body as if expecting to find an injury from driving drunk.“I’m not drunk…” I slur, and he gives me a look.“Yes, you are. I can’t believe you can be this irresponsible. What if something-” Be begins, but before he can finish, I can’t take the worry in his voice. I need to shut it out —
Salvatore;I watch him clean the edge of his lower lip before chuckling. “You’re still as feisty as always.” He says, and I glare at him in silence.“Your cousin is in the sixth room on the right. Hopefully, he hasn’t bled to death.” He adds, pointing in the direction he came from earlier, and I cast him one last hate-filled look before walking in the direction he pointed. However, the words he speaks next causes motion to leave my legs. “You haven’t seen the pattern, have you?”I turn to him, and he smirks as he spreads himself lackadaisically on the floor.“Everyone who has ever said they love you… Everyone you’ve ever said ‘I love you’ to… They’re all dead.” He adds, and I feel my heart drop into my stomach. “And it will stay that way. It has to, Sal.” He continues, and I swallow before returning around and walking towards the corridor. Deciding to ignore him. To act like those words didn’t just ignite the fear already bubbling in my guts.“I promise to make you feel what it’s l
Salvatore;I walk into the abandoned, dusty building, and I can feel eyes on me. As usual, Dimitri didn’t walk alone. He never does. He always has at least two capable snipers stationed wherever he is. He’s always been a coward. I know I ought to be careful with him, but I also know he doesn’t intend to kill me. That has never been his mission. His aim all along has been to hurt me. To break me and get under my skin. And I must say he was failing woefully at doing all that till David got involved in the mix.“Dimitri!” I yell, and my voice bounces off the walls and corners of this place. Echoing so far, I can tell just how empty this place is.Through one of the incomplete walls, I look up at the sky and sigh. “Lucas!” I yell, hoping that he can give me a hint of where he is. “Dimitri, get the fuck out here!” I yell, and finally, I hear movement. Debris crunching under someone’s steps. I turn around and find Dimitri walking over to me with a cigar in his mouth. He smirks on seeing
David;Lucas blinks at me in silence for a few seconds. He opens his mouth to say something, but then he falls silent. He tilts his head and smiles at me, and my heart skips a beat at how warm and unjudgmental the smile is.“Some wounds are important. Think of it like kintsugi… It’s better than boring old ceramic, isn’t it?” He says, and I blink at him.“Besides, a romance novel without ups and downs will make for a very boring read, don’t you think?” He adds, and I look away. I don’t want to be Kintsugi or in some dramatic romance novel. I just want to love and be loved. I want to be seen and appreciated. I do not want to be seen as a nobody. I want to be loved, respected, and cherished. I don’t want to have to guess if I’m loved or not. I want to be understood. I want clear, easy-to-see love. “Let’s do something fun.” Lucas then says, and I turn to him. “Do you do archery?” He questions as he stands up, and I blink at him.“No…” I reply, and a big grin forms on his face.“Awesom
Salvatore;“Stop!” I turn to David, and he stands up with his eyes fixed on me. “You’re going to Dimitri, aren’t you?” He questions, and I raise a brow. “I’m going to get my cousin,” I reply, and he shrugs.“Fine. I’ll come along.” He says, and my head dips in amusement as I stare at him.“What nonsense are you saying? I’m letting you come with me.” I rant, and he takes a defiant breath.“Why? He said you should come, and you’ll just up and leave? What if it’s a trap? What if he wants to hurt you? Do you trust him so much that you’ll just go to him with no guards or security??” He questions, and every emotion in his voice slices through me.Anger.Hurt.Insecurity…And Jealousy.Lucas looks up at me, and I swallow. I don’t have time to waste, but I also can not take David with me.“I do not trust him. But I trust myself. He can’t hurt a hair on me.” I try to assure him, and he scoffs. “That’s not enough. I’m not letting you go to him!” He yells, and I see tears begin to rim his eye