My heart skipped a beat hearing what the boss just said. Telling her that could only mean one thing—at long last, the position of underboss was going to be filled and by none other than his daughter, Astin. Boss carried on introducing each of us to her, but I couldn’t move past the bomb that was just dropped here in the hallway. Now, the party and who was invited made so much more sense. Ryker had told us it was Astin’s birthday, but the people selected to be here tonight were strategic. Having them learn this knowledge first would make it clear to everyone he wasn’t fucking around with this announcement.
Holy fuck, I’d just tried to kick out my new boss from her own party and called her a whore.I deserved to have my ass handed to me, and her comment about not assuming who people were was absolutely a warning.Could this night be over already?I needed a few more stiff drinks to pass the fuck out so I could try again tomorrow.
“If you’re ever in trouble and your uncles or myself can’t help you, these are the men I trust with your life. Do you hear me, Astin? These six men right here. No one else.” The sharpness in the boss’s voice grabbed my attention.
Reality was sinking in as I turned over every conversation I’d had with the boss in the past year. He’d been telling us all without saying what he was going to do, making sure none of us had any issues with women in power. Each of us was trained to handle guns—even Atticus—who was scarily precise, claiming it was all in the math. Whatever that means.
The fact each of us was around her age, mostly older, but not by a whole ton, meant we could relate to each other generationally in our views. Boss had been hard at work setting the stage for the past three years to bring his daughter into power, even killing those who would be the biggest threat. There were still some but none who had the power to make it happen quite as easily as those who were six feet under.
Numbly, I followed them back into the party, where they headed right for the stage where the musicians were performing. With the music silenced, the boss’s voice rang out clearly for all to hear as he announced his daughter to be his successor and righthand man. He welcomed her home as publicly as possible so no one could deny what just happened.
I glanced at Braxton standing next to me smiling from ear to ear, loving the chaos this was about to create. “Better forget the thought of ever having a chance to get in her bed now that she owns us,” I muttered.
Braxton merely kept smiling, not at all bothered by my words. “Hell, for the chance, I’ll let her put a collar on me and call me Fido if she wants. That would be the fuck of my life right there. All that danger, power, and the knowledge I might not survive to see another day is the perfect aphrodisiac if you ask me. It’s like jumping out of a plane or hang gliding. You might die, but if you make it through, you’ll have the best memory for the rest of your life. Not to mention the story to go with it.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I muttered, taking a drink from the tray of one of the roaming waiters.
Warm breath on my neck and lips brushing my ear sent shivers down my spine. “That’s what you love about me, though, isn’t it? Who else could you fuck in the dark corners of a nightclub or have a quicky in the bathroom at one of the casinos while you’re working? Not many women like the thrill of almost being caught. Hell, most don’t even like being watched, but you wanna know what I think?” he asked, nipping at my ear. “That woman right there, the one who’s going to rule over it all, she’ll play with us, mark my words. No way you can be that confident and not be a thrill-seeker.”
Braxton’s words whispered in my ear as he built this sordid tale were going to make me cream my pants right here, right now. The crowd erupted in cheers as Astin blew out her candles and smiled at everyone until her gaze landed on me. That’s when I felt Braxton’s hand slide down my chest and grab my dick, rubbing it as she watched, her brows rising ever so slightly, the only hint of surprise. Braxton kissed my neck using his teeth to scrape behind my ear, making my eyelids droop in pleasure. Then he was gone, leaving me standing there, panting, having a stare down with a woman who had the most beautiful emerald eyes shimmering with heat at what she’d witnessed.
The bastard was right. I imagine she’d totally play our game and do it better than anyone had before.
Giving her a smirk followed by a wink, I left the room, knowing Braxton would be waiting for me in my bedroom, begging for me to fuck him into the mattress. He was going to get his wish and then some for pulling that trick. He knew better than to play that game where others of the Caprioni Family could see. Times have changed, but that didn’t matter to the mafia, being gay or bi, as was our case, wasn’t accepted or appreciated. Let’s hope our new queen was as open-minded as she appeared to be.
I took my time, seeing no need to give the cocky bastard what he wanted until I was good and ready to make him eat the mattress. Everyone’s view on sex was their own, and I believed people should do what made them happy. For me, I was never the one to be fucked. I always did the fucking. I could be a relaxed guy when it came to everyday things, but you step into my domain asking me to fuck you, then you better damn well be ready to get fucked.
The lights were still off in my room, but I knew better. Braxton wouldn’t miss a chance like this. Not after getting me riled up in front of the one person I made myself look like an ass in front of. Flicking on the lights, there Brax sat on the edge of my bed like nothing in the world had happened. Only the smirk on his face and the excitement shining in his eyes told me how eager he was.
“You think it’s smart to pull shit like that on me?” I demanded. “Get your ass off my bed. You haven’t earned the right to after that performance.”
Brax got to his feet instantly, licking his lips with anticipation. It wasn’t long into our physical relationship that I discovered he was the perfect sub and loved to be dominated in bed. Outside of this room, we were on equal footing, but when he came here, he understood the rules.
“Get on your knees, pup,” I ordered.
Without question, he did as he was told, resting his hand on his thighs and waiting for my next order. I walked up to him until my covered cock was right in his face. “Do you see what you did back there? You took it upon yourself to get me fucking hard in front of all those people when you knewshewas watching. Is that what good little pups are supposed to do?”
“No, Sir,” Braxton answered.
I grunted in response then grabbed his face and shoved it into my crotch. “You think you deserve to get fucked after pulling a stunt like that? Are you gonna earn the right to get your tight fucking hole used?”
“Yes, Sir, please forgive me for being a bad pup,” Braxton said, his voice muffled by my pants.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled back so he was looking up into my face. “Then take my cock out and show me how sorry you are.”
Not even fighting my hold, he fumbled until he unbuckled my belt, popped the button, and slid the zipper down so my pants fell around my ankles. He tugged down my boxers, freeing my cock which smacked him in the face with how close I was holding him. The piercing at the tip almost caught him in the eye, so I shifted him back out of danger. I wanted to control him but never would I purposely hurt him in a way we hadn’t already agreed upon.
“Now suck it. I want to feel you gagging it’s so far down your throat,” I ordered.
His one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and I released his hair to allow him the freedom to do the work. The feel of his mouth on my cock was my favorite—he could do things with that tongue no one had ever tried before. It didn’t take him long to get warmed up and swallow me down to the point he gagged. The sloppy gawk-gawk sound filled the room as he gasped, pulling back to catch his breath. At one point, I put my hand on the back of his head and slammed him down until his lips kissed my body. I held him there until he squeezed my leg, letting me know he needed to breathe. Releasing the pressure, I pulled him off me then gripped his throat to force him to stand as I ravaged his sloppy mouth.
“That’s a good dirty fucking pup,” I praised. “Now get fucking naked and give me your ass.”
As Braxton did as he was told, I stripped out of my clothes and headed to my dresser, where I kept all our fun toys and supplies. I grabbed the lube and a bejeweled butt plug I gave Braxton for his birthday last year. Returning, I paused to grab my belt, folding it in half as I approached my partner.
“Do you feel like you’ve apologized enough, pup?” I asked, letting my hand rub over his perfect round ass.
Braxton peeked at me from where he was kneeling, ass up, head on the mattress, waiting. I cocked a brow at him, and he shook his head. “No, Sir, I haven’t apologized. What I did was wrong, and I embarrassed you in front of her. Again.”