Lies of Omission : A dark mafia M/M, page 11
I had one hand supporting my weight on the wall next to him, but I removed it to tether myself to his curls again. I could feel the way his body came alive for me, his shiver made precum leak. I buried my hand in his hair and then yanked. His head fell back, forcing him to be at eye level with me. Theo let out a loud moan and, fuck me, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard.
My forehead rested against his. His hot breath caressed my skin, and his lips teased my own.
“She’s not mine,” I whispered, but in this damn closet, it might as well have been shouted, “but you are.”
I don’t know who initiated this kiss, but our lips were at war. We fought for dominance, a constant push and pull that neither one of us refused to lose. He kissed me like he was starved, and I felt as if he were the last thing keeping me alive.
TWENTY
Salvadore Zinnetti was kissing me.
I was kissing Salvadore Zinnetti.
My brain had short-circuited because there was no way this was real. Had I been shot on Friday, and everything else was some sort of coma-induced fever dream? Not likely. I wouldn’t have William in my fever dream, not that there was much to have.
We went to dinner at the country club with him and his father. Luckily, I have the best friend in the world, and Lea accompanied her mother. Then, as soon as our meal was done, I left them to spend time with her.
Now, here I am, having ignored Salvadore because he almost got me shot.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies.
Okay, I was salty because he had a girlfriend, which brought me back to the now with his mouth on mine.
“She’s not mine, but you are.”
A thrill had shot through me the moment those words were uttered. They were possessive, and instead of my fight-or-flight response telling me to get the fuck out, I gave in.
His hand was coiled in my curls, effectively keeping me at his mercy. Every pull was laced with a twinge of pain and pleasure that went straight to my cock.
Salvadore Zinnetti should be the last person that I wanted. Everything about him was covered in shades of gray, and I knew he was bound to hurt me, but the moment his other hand came to my cheek and I felt his thumb caress me, I knew it was a temptation I was far too weak to resist.
His delicate touch was nothing to the pain he inflicted with his teeth. Sal bit down on my lower lip. My moan was part pleasure, part pain. I could feel the throbbing of where his teeth clamped down.
Salvadore pulled back, and I could see his chest heaving much like I imagined mine was. The red tint on his lips was probably due to the fact that the asshole made me bleed.
My mind was still foggy, but everything seemed to come back to me. We were at school and locked in the janitor's closet while lunch was in full swing.
Sal leaned in again, and my heart skipped a beat. Okay, so the first time wasn’t a fluke. He took the lip he had bitten and slowly sucked it into his mouth, soothing the bite he had left me.
“Sal,” I began to say as he pulled back once more.
“Tell me what the fuck you were doing with Henderson.” His harsh whisper vibrated through me.
“He got his father to invite mine for dinner at the country club,” I told him.
Sal’s jaw clenched, clearly not happy about the news.
“Then what happened?” His question was low, his voice controlled.
The hand that had been in my hair was now resting on the door next to my head. While he still rubbed soothing circles on the apple of my cheek with his other hand.
I got the feeling that he was holding himself back from losing his shit—the gleam in those arctic eyes was barely leashed.
“Lea and her mother happened to be having dinner at the same time. So, as soon as I was done, I left to sit with them.”
“The little beard is good for something,” he mumbled.
That irked me.
“And you have Cassandra,” I spat as I put both my hands on his chest and pushed him back. This time, he was the one hissing in pain.
“You fought?” The question was stupid even to my own ears.
“No shit. What was I supposed to do? Let them shoot you?”
That caught me by surprise, but I still kept on prodding.
“If I’m dead, who’s going to help you with whatever it is you need from my father?”
Sal let out a humorless chuckle. His face got closer to mine until his forehead rested on my own.
“And after knowing that, you still let me do this,” he taunted me as he pressed his bloodstained lips against mine.
His lips were a sweet poison, and I was ready to die.
My back was pressed against the door once more. Both his hands were on either side of my head. I didn’t know if it was to hold himself off or keep me caged in.
“Should’ve known you’d be this addicting,” he said against my lips.
“And Cassandra?” I spoke into his.
“She’s irrelevant.”
I rolled my eyes, and that made him chuckle, but a grimace quickly followed it.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet today,” I told him.
“Take me home then?” he asked as he raised a brow at me, looking adorably innocent.
There was more than one reason why I should have said no. My father was at the top of that list.
“They’re going to call my father to let him know that I’m absent.” I could hear the disappointment in my own voice.
“Leave that part to me.”
If you told me on Friday night that I would be willingly coming back to the Zinnetti estate, I would have said you were on crack.
The secretary loved Salvadore. It explained why he was constantly late without getting a truancy. He explained he was feeling ill and that I was taking him home, and she excused us without any fuss. That took care of my father finding out, and a quick text to Lea took care of my missing work.
She was not happy about my text letting her know I wouldn’t be there but that we would talk later. I did assure her Salvadore wasn’t kidnapping me.
When I agreed to bring Sal home, I wasn’t thinking much beyond the fact that he was hurt and shouldn’t be on his feet and that I didn’t want our conversation to end. In hindsight, it was naïve of me to think we would be spending our time ditching in his library. When we walked into the house this time, he didn’t go toward the stairs. Instead, we went through the kitchen to a small hallway and then took a set of stairs down to what looked like a family theater. From there, we headed all the way to the back until he opened the door to what I assumed was his bedroom.
My stomach dropped in excitement, nervousness, and fear. Not that I was scared about Sal per se, but in the vulnerable position I was putting myself once more.
Sal walked in first, then turned toward me with a smirk.
“Scared, cub?”
I didn’t answer him, opting to take in the room. It was dark gray with black bedding and silver and white accents. His bedroom reeked of sensuality, and that made me scrunch my nose.
“This is where you brought Cassandra?” were the first words out of my lips.
Shit.
Sal found this amusing.
When he smirked, he looked cruel, but when he smiled—fuck—it wasn’t fair for someone to be that beautiful.
“Are you jealous, little lion?”
The asshole was gloating. He made his way to one of the nightstands next to the bed, where he pulled out a bottle of acetaminophen.
“No,” I scoffed, but it sounded like a lie.
He looked like he didn’t believe me. He popped two pills, chugged some water, and then lay on the bed.
“I’ve never brought Cassandra here.” He shrugged, and the relief I felt was palpable. “We made it as far as the couches outside.”
And just like that, the dread was back.
“So, what you are trying to do is humiliate me?”
Was he toying with my feelings?
“I kissed you, and you think I’m fucking with you?” he drawled.
“You like girls,” I stated.
“And boys,” he added.
I didn’t know how I felt about that, and it must’ve shown on my face.
“Yet you were content to stay with Henderson while he was fucking his fiancée.”
I opened my mouth to tell him Will was only with her out of obligation, but he cut me off.
“Theodore, you can’t be that naïve. That asshole was playing with you.”
At my lack of answer, he sighed. He mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “We’re really doing this.”
“I’m bi. For obvious reasons like I might get murdered by my misogynistic family, I can’t go broadcasting that shit aloud.”
He patted the other side of the bed for me to take a seat. Since there was a lot of space left between us, I took him up on his offer—it seemed rather safe to do so. Once I was seated, he gave me a look that said, “Your turn.”
“I’ve never liked girls. I kissed Lea once, and I felt nothing. One time during P.E., Jason Pratt fell on top of me, and I got hard, so that pretty much confirmed it for me. How did you know you liked guys if you also liked girls?”
I needed to know that wherever this led, I wasn’t going to be discarded for a woman again—I could handle a lot, but my bruised ego couldn’t handle it twice. William said he loved me, yet he chose to stay with his fiancée.
“I like sex,” he started to say, and I rolled my eyes for what felt like the thousandth time this afternoon. “After I lost my virginity at a family party, I began experimenting with girls my age. Then, at an after-party, some guy went down on me, and I realized I didn’t hate it, so I experimented with guys, too. I found I liked anal sex—well, giving it, that is. I really like the trust and control that comes with it. To have someone trust you enough to get them ready and then bring them pleasure—it’s hot as fuck to me.”
His words went straight to my dick. My cheeks got heated, and I hoped if I didn’t move, he wouldn’t notice the sudden bulge in my pants. Of course, this was Salvadore, and he didn’t miss a chance to mock me.
“Need a hand, Lyons?”
My face felt like it was burning now.
“I might be a top, and we might not be compatible,” I told him, and he laughed. He then proceeded to recite words from my dating profile. “That’s how you knew. It was never about me and Lea not selling it.”
“Theodore,” he said as he scooted closer to me. The king-sized bed didn’t seem so big anymore. “Shut up.”
He kissed the side of my neck, and my moan echoed through the room. He then moved up to my jaw with slow, peppered kisses. I had never felt like this before—special, worthy.
When he began to kiss my mouth, I gave in fully—there was no one on this earth that could resist someone like Salvadore. My cock was throbbing now. When he threw one of his legs over mine, I could feel he was just as hard as I was.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he murmured against my skin.
“Ditto,” I said, letting my hands wander over his body.
The guttural moan that left him thrilled me. I was evoking those reactions out of him. It only spurred me on. My hand moved down until I cupped his dick through his pants.
“Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish, cub,” he growled.
My answer was to rub him as I leaned up and took one of his earlobes into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed in pain as he sat up.
Right, he was hurt. Before I had any time to suggest stopping, Salvadore straddled me, his hands going to my buckle.
“You’re in pain,” I told him as my hips pushed up against him.
His lips twitched.
“Not enough to kill me,” he stated nonchalantly.
The moment he took my hard-on in his hands, I blanked out. My ears began to buzz, and every cell in my body zinged with electricity, all of it centering on my cock. I could hear distant moaning and mewls as Sal stroked my dick until I realized they were coming from me.
“Oh God,” I managed to say when I saw Sal’s head going down.
He kissed my navel, peppering kisses down my happy trail. My hips were bucking, begging him for some relief. I was close to coming, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
“Cub.” The word was murmured against my skin.
The moment he wrapped his perfect lips against my dick, I knew I was about to come harder than I had ever in my life while simultaneously embarrassing myself. His hot, wet mouth felt like heaven, and when he sucked me deep, I didn’t even have time to warn him. My dick began to twitch, hot spurts of cum falling into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whined as he held on to my hips, and instead of letting go, he sucked me even deeper, taking everything I had to give.
My head was thrown back, my cheeks heated, and my eyes closed when I felt him shift next to me.
“A little quick on the draw,” he chuckled.
I was still trying to catch my breath, and despite how embarrassed I was, I forced myself to look at him.
“That was…no one has ever…” I was mumbling. How was a dude supposed to function so soon after having his soul sucked out of him?
Understanding dawned on him. I would never forget this moment. And not only because it was a first for me, but because of the look Salvadore gave me.
“Theo.” His voice was soft, conveying the look of tenderness in his eyes. “Fucking asshole.”
I didn’t need him to clarify who was the asshole he was referring to.
“I’m pretty good with my mouth,” I told him as I sat up, fixing my pants.
“Yeah?” His voice was a low grumble.
“How about I show you?”
He let me do all the work. His gaze was hot and heavy as I took out his dick.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “It’s not going to fit.”
Sal started to shake in silent laughter.
“Finding out my cock is bigger than Henderson’s just made my fucking life.”
He was too cocky, and instead of stroking his ego, I proceeded to show him just how talented I could be.
TWENTY-ONE
A few months later
Everything about my life seemed to be on a high right now—nothing could bring me down. After my last beatdown with Mario, no one had dared to say shit about me. That or the foul mood that my zio seemed to be in since he came back from his trip.
Right now, I was glad that no one had mentioned shit about becoming a made man until after graduation. Something my zio seemed to want to push so Cris could be present in official discussions, but that would mean Armando and myself would also get a vote, and that he didn’t want.
I didn’t let any of this bother me. Not even that I was enjoying the talented mouth of Theodore Lyons, whose father I was supposed to be seeking revenge from.
The bell was about to ring, and I looked at my phone to see if Theo had texted where the hell he was.
Me: Where are you?
Cub: Your crazy cousin picked us up. She wanted coffee. Do you want me to bring you one?
Me: No.
Cub: Then you better not drink mine.
Me: But it tastes so much better after you drink from it, too.
He had not answered the last message, and knowing that Caro was driving did not bring me joy. For all I knew, the psycho bitch could have gotten them arrested.
Mrs. Knowles had just started her lecture when the door opened, and a bashful Leanna walked in, followed by Theo.
“Mrs. Livingstone and Mr. Lyons, class starts on the dot. Make your coffee runs on your own time.”
As soon as Theo sat down, I leaned into his desk. I still taunted him, but in a much different way now.
“What you get us, cub?”
“I got you nothing,” he stated as he slurped on his drink.
“I bet I can make you share.” My voice dropped to a suggestive low purr.
“Hmmm,” he hummed as he took another slurp. “So good.”
I got hard instantly.
“Theo,” I warned.
“It’s an orgasm in my mouth.”
“I’m going to fuck that smart attitude out of you,” I told him.
“Promises, promises,” he said back, and I froze.
My cock was throbbing now. In the last few months, we had done everything—but fuck. It was the slowest I’d ever taken anything since losing my virginity, and with Theo, I didn’t seem to mind going at his pace. It was nice having someone to talk to, and fuck did we talk a lot. In classes, between classes, after school, and almost every night. On Fridays, he usually came home with me, where Armando and Caro would hang out with us, so it wouldn’t look suspicious, and then left us alone.
The more time I spent with Theo, the more I wanted to hurt William Henderson. The way he manipulated Theo and told him he loved him, only to use him for his pleasure alone was despicable.
“Really?” My tone was hopeful and pathetic.
I was dying to fuck him. I wanted him to come apart on my cock. To feel him clenching on me while he looked into my eyes.
Theo gave me a silent nod, but I could see the rosiness of his cheeks.
I couldn’t wait to go home after school today. Not even Henderson’s comments could bring me down. Not that he got much of a chance to say anything. Not after Theo threatened him that if he didn’t stop, he would tell everyone they used to be fucking.
Not that Theo would go through with it, but William didn’t need to know that, and it kept him contained enough. I was furious when he’d confronted him alone, and I didn’t think someone like Henderson would have taken to those threats, but it seemed I was wrong.
“Skip debate with me?”
My hand was sweaty as I raced back to the house. Judging by the energy in the car, you’d think we were a couple of virgins.
