Chapter 1
This was supposed to be my engagement party. My engagement party with my fiancée, Veronica Romano. So how did I end up in this situation, pressed against a wall with a huge body hovering over me and rough lips trailing wet kisses down my neck?
"You sure you want to get married to my sister, Damiano?!" His voice echoed through the dimly lit room, sending shivers down my spine.
The heat of his body made my dick ache for him. I was so fucking hard, and he knew it. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Despite all the forbidden things his hands and lips were making me feel, I replied, "Yes. I really want to marry your sister."
He growled close to my ear and harshly bit down on my neck. My skin tingled as I let out a hiss.
"Liar! You want to marry my sister, yet your body reacts to my touch like you've never been touched before. You want me, not her!"
His hands reached for my belt, and he swiftly undid it. Of course, I let him. I couldn't stop him, not with every vein in my body aching for his touch.
"I love your sister," I whispered, though the words sounded stupid to my ears.
We both knew I felt nothing of the sort for Veronica. She was more like a sister to me. She always had been. But I had an obligation to fulfill.
"Liar!" Valentino growled again as he slipped his large hand into my pants and immediately found my dick.
I moaned as his hand stroked me while his lips continued working miracles down my neck.
"I... I can't be with you, Valentino," I forced out, even as he continued his pleasurable torture. I could barely focus.
"You want me, Damiano. You know you do! This is proof!"
He stroked me harder, and I hardened even more beneath his touch. Of course, he had his proof.
"I'm not gay," I tried again, barely able to focus on my words.
Valentino chuckled.
"Says the man who's let me fuck him more times than I can count. Says the man who's currently falling apart in my hands. Says the man who moans like a fucking slut when I pound him right in his tight little asshole. So, not gay?"
His words were supposed to bring me back to my senses, not turn me on even more.
I strongly believed there was something wrong with me. Why could I never resist him?
"What about your sister? She loves you. Don't you consider her feelings?"
Without missing a beat, he answered, "I love you just as much, Damiano. I really don't care what my sister feels. All that matters to me is what you feel."
I shivered when his thumb brushed my cock, but I still managed to reply.
"I can't disappoint your grandfather. He's done so much for me."
"So you'd rather be unhappy?"
"Valentino..."
"You know what you fucking want, Damiano, but you just don't want to admit it!" he snapped angrily. "But I'll make you see that you want me. I'll make you admit it."
Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down my legs. In a flash, he had me bent over his study desk, my bare ass exposed to his eyes. His gaze was dark with lust.
I pushed myself up from the desk, trying to talk some sense into him.
"Valentino, today is my engagement party. What if someone comes looking for me?"
He grabbed both my hands and locked them behind my back with just one hand. I had only my chin to support me against the desk now.
"I don't care, Damiano. I'm fucking you right here, right now, until you realize what you want. I don't fucking care who comes looking for you."
I should have stopped him. I really should have. I knew that if I seriously told Valentino to stop, he would.
But we both knew I wanted this. I needed him.
He unhooked his belt with one hand and didn't bother taking off his pants. He pulled his huge dick out, and it sprang free, hard and aching.
My fingers ached to touch him, to please him, but my hands were tied. All I could do was stare at his veiny cock and lick my lips hungrily.
He teased my hole with his dick but made no move to penetrate me.
"Do you really want my cock, Damiano?"
My body shivered, growing so aroused that it was almost painful.
"Valentino..."
"Tell me you don't want this dick deep inside your fucking asshole."
My body trembled in response to his words.
"Valentino, please."
I could feel his smirk even without seeing him.
"Please... please..."
"Please what, baby?"
His tone was laced with sweetness, and I knew exactly what he was doing. We'd played this game many times before. He wanted me to admit just how badly I needed him.
Frustrated, I screamed, "Please, just fuck me, Valentino! I fucking need you inside me so badly right now. Fuck my needy little hole because it's all yours. I'm all yours!"
"Good boy. Took you long enough," he said, sounding pleased, before finally sinking his dick into me.
