"Luciano pov "
Then I turned to Eliot. He was curled up, shaking, his body flushed and tense.
"Sh*t…" I muttered, moving to him. "What did they give you?"
His skin was hot, pupils dilated. I knelt beside him, reaching out—and the moment my hand touched him, he gasped and grabbed my wrist.
He was trembling. Eyes fluttering shut.
"Luciano…" he whispered, breathless. "Please… touch me…"
My pulse stopped. He was burning from the inside. They didn't just drug him to knock him out—they gave him something to make him… horny.
I swallowed hard. His voice. His eyes. His hands pulling mine lower.
I retract slowly.
Then he open his eyes slowly and stare at me with a puppy eyes.
His breath increase " please touch me"
And he started grinding on me.
"I found myself caught in the moment, unable to resist the urge as I kissed him passionately while he continued to grind against me"
"In that moment, the kiss ignited a whirlwind of emotions within me. It was electric, sending shivers down my spine as a rush of warmth enveloped me. I felt exhilarated and alive, lost in a haze of desire and longing. Every sensation intensified, and for those few seconds, the world around us faded away, leaving only the intoxicating connection between us. It was both thrilling and comforting, a perfect blend of passion and vulnerability that left me breathless and yearning for more."
While still kissing him, my hand travel down to his lower belly has I massage it."
He moaned into the kiss and stop the kiss.
He stared at me with teary eye. The eyes that seduce me more that anything. He said with a shivering voice." What did they put in the drink, it feels weird."
I answered "you are drugged" I said that while my hand zip down his pant, he quickly stop my hand before it reached his c*ck.
"What are you doing to me, I don't like boys". He moan when my hand mistakenly touch his c*ck, he grind into my hand.
"But your body said otherwise, kitty"
I smacked
I grab his c*ck in my hand and started playing with the head. God... he was a moan mess, his lips parted, his eyes watering.
The sight alone turn me on more than anything. I started pumping him in a fast piss, his precum dripping out making it easy to pump him fast.
He grab me and lower my head for a kiss ,"not stopping my hand" he groaned into my mouth.
The break the kiss and started trying to get up by pushing my chest off but am stronger.
"Ahh ahh....Ah SoM…eThinG is ComiNg, Ahhh.... I WaNt tO Pee .....,"
He thrust with the rhythm of my hand.
"C*m for me, kitty" he shoot out his load on my hand while he ride out his orgasm.
He stared up at me with those eyes satisfied. I bought my hand to my mouth and lick his seeds off my hand while he stared at me with shock written in his eyes.
He was to tired to even push me or do anything he just close his eyes and sleep.
I covered him and carry him bridal style heading to my car. Put him gently in the back sit while I drove off to my penthouse.
I carried him into the penthouse like something fragile—something I couldn't afford to break. He was completely out, his body limp against mine, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only reminder he was still with me.
I laid him gently on my bed, brushing the hair from his face. Even unconscious, he looked... soft. Untouched. And I hated how that stirred something raw inside me.
His clothes were torn and dirty, reminders of what those bastards tried to do to him. My jaw clenched. I turned and headed to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh towel from the cabinet. I ran it under warm water and returned to the bedroom.
I cleaned him slowly, carefully — wiping away the c*m, the sweat, the evidence of fear. He didn't stir. I found myself wondering if anyone had ever cared enough to do this for him. Judging by the way he clung to me even in sleep... probably not.
Changing him wasn't easy. My clothes didn't fit his small frame — my shirts hung over him like a robe, and my pants? Way too big. In the end, I slipped him into a baggy shirt that fell to his thighs. It would have to do.
He looked... innocent like that. Peaceful. As if the world hadn't just tried to swallow him whole. I stared at his parted lips, the same lips kissing me so hard.
"But I need to protect him at all cost, I will not allow him to work in that place again, only if he want me to keep killing any hand that touch what's mine"
But deep down... I knew that was a lie.
I went into my office, sat behind the desk, and stared at the screen.
A while later while still engrossed in my work a text pop up on my phone I checked it and saw and unknown number messages me.
*unknown number* this is Gustavo, I get some information for you.
*me* go on….
*unknown number * I sent my trust boys to track where mimi and her fake dad are going.
*Me*???
*Unknown number* sent a picture
I tap on the picture and there is Mimi and his fake dad standing in a front a person covering his face while they bow for him.
*me* I weren't able to get the face behind the mask????!!!!
*Unknown number* I will get back to you once I get something*
I was lost in thought to who that was when I heard a sound coming from the bedroom.
I picked my gun and went to the bedroom and to my surprise Eliot was still sleeping but he is trashing around in bed. He is having a nightmare?
He rush to his side and shake him to reality.
"Is just a dream Eliot wake up"
He opened his eyes and cling to me hard while shiver.
I started rubbing his back until he calm down. He raised his head after a while and move a little beat away from me.
I grab him back to me while he struggles to free himself " leave me alone".
"You didn't say that while I was giving you handjob" I smirk when he tense a bit.
"That wasn't My .... InTentIon yOu kNow I WAs dRugged" he stammered out.
"But you enjoyed it, right. I grunted.
"I Don't eNjOyEd it anD it's A sin." He stared at me irritated.
Then I smashed my lips on his, he try pulling away but am stronger then he bite my lips and quickly stand up from bed.
I stared at him in horror. This kitty will be the dead of me.