Wanting the Mafia's Coc

"If you don't get out of my way, I'm gonna put a bullet through your fucking head, you understand me?"

Carlos De Fernanda was seething in rage, his big palms balled into fists, his chest heaving as he stared at the audacious young man in front of him,

The head of his security and personal bodyguard, Nicholas.

"Are you fucking deaf?" Beneath the fury in Carlos' deep voice which vibrated in his luxurious bedroom, was frustration.

Why the fuck was his bodyguard who had never disobeyed him, suddenly acting up at this crucial moment?

Talk about fucked up plans.

The younger man sucked in a deep breath, and lifting his face which bore the most striking features for a man, he muttered softly,

"My apologies, sir, but I can't let you out of this room."

What the...

There were a number of things that Carlos De Fernanda didn't tolerate, and at the top of that list was being challenged.

Everyone in Italy knew the consequences, most especially the Garzia family, who had dared to set his warehouse on fire, burning millions of dollars to the ground.

Carlos was known for exacting vengeance in a way that his enemies regretted ever crossing him.

The last person who had dared to betray him had been sent in different parts to his business partners, sending a message which had established his reputation.

And yet..

Carlos' thick brows furrowed in confusion, his brain unable to accept the transmission he had just received from his ears.

He had to be having some issues processing sounds, because no way did his head of security who executed his commands without questions just refuse him.

"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?"

Carlos' chest was rising and falling in rapid movements now, his jaw working, fingers twitching, grey eyes darkening, sculpted nose flaring.

And yet, none of those physical signs stopped the other man from repeating himself,

"It's too dangerous, sir. I already deployed my subordinates to take care of them. I suspect it's a trap, which is better you stay here..."

"Have you gone malady? I am not some fucking wimp that cowers and hides away in his room based on your useless speculations! Open this door, now!"

The consigliere was losing his cool, that deceptive calm exterior that hid the ruthless danger he wore like a duplicate skin.

And once again, Nicholas squared his broad shoulders, and staring his boss in the eyes with those brown eyes, he spoke again,

"My duty is to protect you, sir. Please understand that I can't jeopardise..."

This time, Carlos snapped the thin patience he had been gripping hold of, and suddenly moved forward, grabbing the younger man by the collar of his suit and pushing him to the wall. Hard.

Nicholas' head was slammed against the hard wall, but he gave no indication of being in pain, but instead, shut his eyes briefly.

Carlos was seething in rage, his eyes narrowed to slits, his breaths coming out in harsh gasps.

"Don't bullshit me. I am your boss, you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. Now, where is the passcode?"

Nicholas parted his eyes softly, lashes that the consigliere hadn't noticed before fluttering over his ridiculously smooth face to reveal brown eyes with flickers that almost seemed almost violet.

What the hell? Carlos felt something stir in his groin.

Then, the bodyguard parted his lips, muttering softly, "I'm sorry, sir, but the door has been set to open automatically in the next twelve hours."

Twelve freaking hours? That was exactly how long it would take his special force team to be alerted if they didn't hear from him.

By then, the Garzia family must have either escaped or gotten killed by his security.

Enraged that he wasn't going to get the pleasure of carving up their head of family him, Carlos' fists tightened, tension rippling through the muscles of his skin.

He gripped the collar of Nicholas' shirt, yanking him by the tie till he started to choke, then, he gritted out,

"Are you saying that you and I are fucking trapped here for the next twelve hours? Fine, I will spend it teaching you what happens when you go against me."

As he said those words which came out from clenched teeth, he gripped hold of Nicholas' hair and pulled hard, clenching it in his fists till the younger man started to grunt in pain.

"I...am sorry." It was all he choked out, his porcelain skin reddening, mist clouding his eyes.

He made no move to defend himself, which infuriated Carlos more, and drove him nuts.

Why the fuck was he not putting up a fight?

Was he fucking mocking him?

Carlos had witnessed firsthand, the strength and wit of his bodyguard, so why was he taking it like a fucking bitch and staring at him with those doe eyes?

"Fuck!" With a loud curse, Carlos wrenched his hands away from him, his jaw working as he yanked his tie, his broad chest heaving pensively.

Free from the hold of his ruthless boss, Nicholas coughed repeatedly, his eyes red from the impact of being choked.

For a moment, none of them spoke. A heavy silence enveloped the expansive bedroom, broken only by the ticking hand of the diamond clock which seemed to taunt Carlos, as though reminding him of how long he would be trapped in his own bedroom.

"I'm sorry, consigliere." Nicholas broke the silence, his honey brown eyes meeting the enraged silver eyes of Carlos.

Carlos stared at his head of security who was still leaning against the wall, a thousand arrows of thoughts shooting into his mind.

Had Nicholas been paid by his enemy to do this?

That thought was immediately pulled away and replaced by the memories of loyalty which the younger man had shown him over the years.

'My duty is to protect you...' Those words echoed in his ears.

"Why did you do it? You must have known the consequences it would bring you."

Carlos finally broke the silence, his piercing gaze focused on the younger man.

Hell, he had a gun, and he could have easily pulled it out and driven a bullet through his brain, and Nicholas of all people knew that.

And yet, the bodyguard had stood still, taking everything he had thrown at him without fighting back.

When he didn't get an immediate response, the consigliere spoke again, this time, his voice projecting his frustrations and rage,

"I asked why you fucking put yourself at risk to disobey me!"

Nicholas closed his eyes briefly, and Carlos caught a glance of those long lashes again, and those fucking surreal flickers of violet in his honey brown eyes.

But he said nothing, staring at Carlos, his eyes expressionless, his lips softly parted.

Fuck.

Something was crawling under Carlos' skin, something he couldn't name that irritated him as much as it fed him.

Anger.

That was it.

In a swift moment, he marched towards the younger man again and yanked at his rumpled collar, this time, searching his eyes.

"Give me an answer, dammit!"

Nicholas swallowed hard, his head tilting lightly, his long hair falling in disarray to a cover part of his eyes.

Carlos was suddenly struck by the urge to push the hair back, roll it in between his fingers and...

Heck.

If he didn't get an answer soon, he was going to do something drastic.

Luckily, Nicholas blinked twice and parted his lips softly,

"I told you, my duty is to protect you, consigliere, and believe me, my team detected a bomb around the area you were going to visit."

A bomb? He hadn't been aware of that.

Fuck.

Carlos loosened his hold on him, but didn't release him completely.

"So, if I were to believe you, tell me, how did you think I would stay in here for twelve hours with you?"

His bedroom was designed as a panic room, an idea suggested by Nicholas himself for his safety. The con was that no network receptor could be gotten in the room as well.

He could neither make a call, nor receive one.

The tension on Nicholas' smooth face loosened a bit, and he started, "There are your favorite foods and drinks stacked in the refrigerator, and, you could play a game and..."

"Game? Have you ever seen me play a game, Nicholas?"

Something ticked in the younger man's jaw when he said his name, but Carlos wasn't sure of what it was exactly.

Nicholas parted his lips to say something, but Carlos cut him off,

"And if you know me so well to guess my favorite foods, tell me, what do I do to pass the time?"

A smirk tugged at the sides of his face, a devious smile which he rarely used.

He waited, like a predator who had set a trap for his prey, for his bodyguard's response.

But what he didn't expect was for the younger man to meet his eyes, and with that face that stood between angelic and erotic, he muttered softly,

"You like to fuck."

Shit.

This time, the consigliere was sure of the stir he felt in his groin, and the flush of desire that sizzled through his skin, with the bolt of electricity.

It passed between them, charging with a high voltage it threatened to burn them, their eyes focused on each other.

There was no confusion now.

The consigliere could see it clearly; the hunger in the eyes of his bodyguard, masked by the obsession to protect him from danger, a desire which had been harbored and killed by professionalism.

"You want me." The consigliere broke the silence as realization hit him, pulling out a strong urge to succumb to the temptation.

Nicholas swallowed hard, embarrassment flooding his face first, followed by an admission.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, consigliere."

Fuck.

His title had never sounded sexier, so erotic, as it did in a voice that had grown thicker and huskier.

Feeling burned, Carlos quickly tore himself away from his bodyguard and cleared his throat, willing his cock to deflate.

"You know I can't. I'm not into men, and I don't fuck my employees."

Never mind that his cock was twitching more than it had ever done before, and his balls were hard and heavy.

He expected a number of responses from Nicholas, but the other man suddenly falling on his knees and crawling towards him wasn't one of them.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing? Stand up this instant!" There was panic in the voice of the man who commanded billions of dollars and thousands of ammunitions.

Carlos was...afraid.

Ignoring his command, Nicholas kept moving, and halting in front of the consigliere, he pulled off his suit jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing broad toned chest and muscles that knew the discipline of the gym.

Unfortunately, Carlos wasn't feeling any ounce of his self-control at work.

Heat was starting to gather in his temple, his eyes unable to tear away when Nicholas lifted those toned arms and placed them on the consigliere's thighs.

Fuck.

His cock hardened, and judging by the look on the younger man's face, he saw it too.

"Get off me." Carlos sounded weaker, unable to hide the desire that had made its way to his thick voice, anymore than he could pretend as though he wasn't hard and poking visibly through his pants.

He was breathing heavily, his vision blurred by the strength of his own hunger which clouded his thoughts, weakening his resolve.

"I will just blow you, and if you find it weird, I will stop, I promise."

Fuck, could Nicholas stop speaking entirely with that sensual voice that dripped of sin and hunger?

And as though the consigliere wasn't already weak, the other man added, "please," looking at him with those doe eyes.

"Fucking hell..." With a curse, knowing he was headed to hell anyway, Carlos fumbled with his pants, and yanking his zipper down, he pulled out his thick cock and fed it to the younger man.

Carlos had the size of a cock that made women afraid to ride him; in fact, the ones who blew him were specifically selected, and they could barely take him before they started to gag.

But his head of security who was currently on his knees like a slut for him, gave no indication of being intimidated by his fat dick.

If anything, he was relaxed, taking him into his hot mouth as though he were the sweetest and biggest lollipop in the world, his head bubbling up and down as he flicked his tongue against the consigliere's cock.

Hell, Carlos almost blew right there when Nicholas made a slurpy sound and took him deep into his throat.

"Fuck... I..." Whatever the consigliere was going to say died instantly in his mouth, the moment that Nicholas slipped his hands upwards into Carlos' shirt and found his hard chest, pinching his nipples.

Heat and more filthy desire ran down Carlos' rippled skin, his lips parting and coming up empty.

He couldn't say a word, nothing except that he suddenly wanted to fuck the younger man into oblivion for inciting this hunger in him.

As a thought crashed into his head, Carlos gathered the courage to wrench his wet dick away from that erotic mouth, his breathing harsh and heavy.

"I... Is it too much, I'm sorry, I will..."

Nicholas started to say with those eyes that were out of focus, and lips that had become so plump in a filthy manner it made Carlos want...and need.

The consigliere was tired of fighting this, as much as he was bored of hearing the other man apologise for the same desire that plagued him.

And so, without waiting for Nicholas to complete those words, Carlos pulled him upwards and crashed their lips together.

Fuck, there was nothing vanilla about that kiss, if it could even be termed as one.

It was pure ravaging, an outpour of frustration and ravenous hunger which they had both been holding in.

Hard chest crashed against harder muscles, fingers slipping through soft locks of hair and gripping hard, lips opening widely to accommodate the other pair of lips that shared the same maddening hunger.

Carlos De Fernanda forgot where his body ended and Nicholas' began.

In a matter of minutes, his shirt was gone as well, and Nicholas tore his lips away, breathing so fucking hard it was almost impossible, as he buried his face in Carlos' neck.

"Please..." He muttered softly against the consigliere's neck, his voice pleading, his muscular body shaking as he grinded himself against Carlos' hardness.

Seeing his calm head of security in that vulnerable state, with the awareness that the younger man commanded his army of security, tugged at something in the consigliere's cold heart.

Suddenly, he wanted to be softer, to kiss Nicholas passionately, and lay him gently in his bed.

Fuck, what was happening to him?

Carlos sucked in a deep breath, willing his self control to stop him from blowing right there.

Slowly, he pulled Nicholas away from his neck, and cupped his face, watching the emotions in the other man's eyes.

"How long has it been?"

He didn't need to explain the question, because Nicholas understood immediately.

How long had it been since his head of security had wanted this and kept it hidden?

Fuck, he had often a time fucked different women with his head of security right outside the door. Shit.

Searching his eyes, with a tiny mist gathering in his eyes, Nicholas parted his lips and stuttered,

"For... Four years."

Damn.

That was exactly how long he had worked for him.

Carlos had been foolish enough to read Nicholas' constant need to protect him as a high sense of duty, if only he had known...

Would it have changed anything?

When Carlos didn't say anything, but kept watching him with those alluring silver eyes he had always wanted to bury himself in, Nicholas broke the silence, his voice unsure,

"Are you going to fire me? I can control..."

His words were halted midway, when the powerful consigliere crashed his lips into his, this time, more passionate, this time, cupping his face.

"Oh fu..." Nicholas moaned, unable to register the emotions he was feeling.

His body surrendered completely to the consigliere who started to kiss him like he cared, pulling him flush against his body and slanting his face to the side to kiss him more deeply.

Suddenly, he felt like he was floating, dancing and being fucked at the same time.

He wasn't even aware that he was moving till he felt his back make contact with the bed, as he was being lowered to it.

Panting for breath, Carlos stood over him, making the most alluring sight with his sensual lips wet from kissing his bodyguard.

From that angle, Nicholas stared at his boss, enraptured, his heart pounding, his cock steel hard.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard, then, we talk. Agreed?" That thick commanding voice gave no room for refusal.

Nicholas nodded, excitement rippling through his smooth skin, but remembering how Carlos liked verbal communication, he parted his lips,

"Yeah, agreed, boss."

As soon as the words spilled from his lips, Carlos muttered a curse and pounced on him, ravishing his lips with an intensity that was scary and fucking hot, his hands roaming through his body.

Nicholas felt his pants get pulled down, and callused fingers wrapping around his cock, and a moan slipped from his lips, his fingers fumbling for anything he could hold on to.

He settled for the sheets, when the consigliere started to kiss his nipples and the rippling muscles of his chest, moving down to his cock.

"Oh..." Nicholas parted his lips, whispers of moans leaving his plump lips, his eyes rolling, broad back arching as he pushed his pelvis upwards.

Carlos placed both hands on Nicholas' powerful thighs, and leaned closer, sucking him deeper into his mouth.

"Fuck! Car...Carlos..." His voice was a husky whisper, the fire of desire in his body a damn volcano.

His name on his lips, spoken with a passion so raw it was true, broke the consigliere.

He released the other man's hard cock from his mouth and lifted himself upwards, his eyes focused on Nicholas as he started to crawl towards his body.

"I..." Nicholas found himself upwards to complete the words on his lips when Carlos grabbed a lube and condom on the nightstand, poured a good amount of the lube in his fingers, and gently slipped them into his asshole.

"Oh..." Nicholas parted his lips, but they were swallowed by Carlos mouth crashing into his again, that skillful tongue plunging into his mouth and fucking it hard.

"I want to fuck you, so bad." Carlos muttered against his lips, pushing more of his fingers into his prostrate.

Heat gathered around the bodyguard's temples, desire wrecking him so badly he couldn't speak.

He was barely aware of the consigliere sheathing himself with the condom, too lost in the daze of a passion that threatened to overtake him.

When he felt the blunt head of Carlos hard cock, he almost blew his brains out, and had to rely on wrapping his hands around the consigliere's neck to maintain a balance.

"You okay?" Carlos asked as he entered inside him, his silver eyes focused on his.

Unable to trust himself to speak, Nicholas nodded, biting his lower lip.

"Yeah," he finally spoke, his voice quiet.

Having received a verbal consent, Carlos finished entering inside him, and moved back, giving him a few seconds to get used to his massive size.

Then, he started to thrust into him, his fingers pulling back the hair on Nicholas' face so he could stare at him without any barrier.

Nicholas winced at first, not used to the size of his boss' huge cock, but the pleasure was only doubled by the pain, and it was easier since Carlos was fucking him with deliberate slowness it was almost frustrating.

"Harder, please." Nicholas broke the silence, pulling Carlos' firm ass closer, his pelvis lifting to meet his boss'.

"Fuck, okay, if you can take it, baby." Carlos had barely completed those words when he started to slam into Nicholas in earnest, his lips searching for that of his bodyguard with desperate urgency, the sounds of slapping flesh echoing through the room.

"Fuck yeah, fuck me..." Nicholas moaned, his muscles tightening as he was held down and fucked harder, and deeper.