Chapter 16 A lingering ghost touch

Wade tried to fight the feelings, the way his stomach tightened, the desire coursing through his veins as Vincenzo made love to his neck, shoulder and collarbone, but it didn't help as Wade found himself shaking with desire, desire to be touched by him. 

His teeth grazed lightly over his skin, leaving a dull pain but a sweet sensation. Vincenzo never knew that he would enjoy Wade's neck tremendously to this point. 

"Oh, Wade. Don't you know how sweet you are?" Vincenzo whispered huskily in his ears. Wade shivered, out of breath to protest. He squeezed his eyes shut. 

Fuck, why was he feeling this strange thing with Vincenzo? He shouldn't be enjoying it, yet his body was betraying him, replying to Vincenzo's moves. 

His hand slipped underneath Wade's shirt where he found his nipples. Wade's eyes widened. 

"No, Vincenzo, wait! What are you trying to do-" A moan tore from Wade's lips, an unwanted one. 

Vincenzo smirked darkly, his fingers rolling and squeezing Wade's pink nipple. 

"You like that, don't you?" His hoarse voice vibrated through his ears, making Wade's heart beat faster. 

"No. Don't fucking touch me, Vincenzo! I never agreed with this!" Wade growled, face red with shame but he was punished again by Vincenzo who squeezed his other nipple. 

God damnit! Wade gritted his teeth and once again tried to push Vincenzo off him. His efforts were futile. 

He skillfully caressed Wade's chest, sending shivers and electric shock through Wade's entire being. If Wade was topless in front of him, he would have tasted his sweet pink nipples and bite him all over. 

Vincenzo left marks, hickies on Wade's neck. Then he gazed at his neck like it was the best thing in the world, satisfaction written across his face. 

"This looks better," he murmured against Wade's collarbone. 

"Y-you! What did you... Vincenzo Luciano...," Wade was so furious that he couldn't find the right words to scold the bastard in front of him. 

Finally, Vincenzo released his hands. Wade quickly stood up, pushed Vincenzo back and glared daggers at him. If stares could kill, Wade would have killed him over a thousand times. 

"Delicious. What a splendid meal for breakfast," Vincenzo remarked, licking his lips. 

"Vincenzo Luciano, I'm going to fucking kill you! If you want to humiliate me, you can just kill me! Won't that be easier?!" Wade clenched his fists and yelled, nostrils flaring. H-how could he do...

Then Wade realized something. Vincenzo liked men! He was... was interested in him? Or interested in breaking him? As far as he knows, Vincenzo hated cops and authorities like they were his mortal enemies. 

"3 pm, my office, upstairs. Maya will lead the way," was all Vincenzo said as he fixed his suit and hair, then strode out of the dining room. 

Wade regulated his breathing before he fixed himself. He glanced at a mirror on the wall. 

Damnit! He saw hickies and red marks trailing all over his neck and skin. Vincenzo really bit him all over! That motherfucker! Wade wished to punch that fucking smirk off his face.

There was a knock on the door and Maya walked in. 

"Sir, let me lead you upstairs to the office," 

"Thanks," Wade managed a weak smile.

What did Vincenzo want by asking him to go to his office? Another round of biting and kissing? He didn't want to think about how he felt when Vincenzo's lips touched his skin. 

To think that he actually moaned and felt 'something', Wade was sure he had gone crazy from not touching a woman for too long. He glanced at Maya. Maya was pretty with a full body that had so much sex appeal. But for some strange reason, he didn't find that captivating at all. He tried to imagine Maya moaning beneath him like what other men would do when they lusted after a woman.

Rather, the image of Vincenzo appeared in his mind, and his lips, his touch, his tongue... 

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" Wade slapped his forehead frustratedly, scaring Maya who jumped from the fright.

"Sir, is everything okay? Do you need me to call a... a doctor?" Maya asked, peering at him cautiously.

"Uh, nothing. I'm fine. Please lead the way," Wade said. 

With dread, he dragged his feet upstairs, following Maya's lead up the long spiral staircase. The whole mansion screamed of extravagance and luxury, not a speck of dust could be seen.

Maya looked at him discreetly, noticing that his mood seemed a bit down and a red mark on his neck near his jawline that his collar failed to hide. 

When Wade entered the office, he saw a man standing there. He immediately recognized him as the one he and Mark had been looking for, Alvin Martinez. 

Alvin glanced at Wade, wondering who this stranger was. New gang member? 

Vincenzo had said only a few things to him, like to answer every question a man was going to ask him. The two sat down at the table opposite each other. Awkwardness hung in the air. 

"Nice to meet you," Alvin started by making friendly conversation. "I'm Alvin,"

"Wade," he replied nonchalantly. He took out a recorder Maya had prepared for him. Thoughtful girl, Wade politely asked her to leave them alone. Maya gave him a kind smile and left, closing the door. 

Wade began to ask Alvin Martinez questions about Edward Mattson and things relating to the case. 

Who was this man asking him questions? The way he was being interrogated made him feel like he was in a police station. Alvin wanted to ask but refrained from doing so. He didn't understand what was going on but he complied with Vincenzo's orders. He knew better than to question his boss, Vincenzo. 

Although they had worked together for a long time, Alvin still didn't understand what Vincenzo was thinking. They still don't know each other well enough. 

Through the process, Wade could still feel the lingering ghost touch if Vincenzo's fingers against his skin.