Now back to the present..
The distraction Tony had in mind?
Angel.
Angel—sprawled across the bed.
Skin against red silk.
No mask.
No clothes.
Nothing to hide behind now.
His milky skin practically glowed under the dim lights.
All soft and smooth and bare.
And between his trembling thighs—
That sweet little pink hole.
Twitching like it could sense Tony's hunger.
And his cute pink cock?
It was now standing again for attention.
Trembling but hard again.
Still wet from his saliva and from Angel's own juices.
'So fucking delicious.'
Tony's own cock throbbed painfully inside his slacks.
Strained against the fabric.
Caged and furious.
He wanted to free it.
Wanted to drive it into that tempting tight pink flesh.
But he didn't.
'Not yet.'
He held back.
For Angel.
Because if he pushed too hard.
Too fast—Angel might run.
Just like before.
One month ago.
When he woke up that morning, and Angel was gone.
One month that he was starved.
Tony's chest tightened a bit.
So now instead, he watched Angel.
Studied him.
Angel looked like he might bolt if Tony loosened his grip, even just a little.
So Tony didn't.
He gripped tighter.
He locked him down.
Not with chains.
But with his body.
With his will.
With the force of his now realized obsession.
'But what if he still runs?'
Tony glanced toward the door.
Remembering that Angel was not his yet.
And how he was a 'gift' for someone.
'No.'
Angel's not going anywhere.
Not while he was alive.
He had gone to the control room earlier after he ended his call with Alvaro.
He should have stolen the CCTV footage first.
His real goal in this mission.
This infiltration.
But instead, he swiped first the master key and its copy to room 808.
Making sure that the Luchese's old fart won't be touching Angel again like earlier in the grand room.
'Angel. My Angel. Mine.'
Also ensuring that the Luchese Don was busy.
Busy with the old Lion of the Santa De Leones.
'The cry baby has done a good job. Arriving before midnight. And convincing Don Leon and Leandro to come here.'
He bitterly shook his head.
He'll make sure Alvaro and Franco will leave unscathed when he brings the Santa De Leones family down.
Then his eyes drifted back to Angel.
Taking in again how delectable he looks.
He gulped down his dark desire.
But it still won.
'This time, I'll make sure his legs won't even work.'
Render it useless.
Angel's wide eyes met his.
Uncertain and pale.
His lips were parted slightly.
To beg or to protest, Tony didn't know.
But nothing comes out from his gorgeous mouth.
Tony just knelt there between Angel's parted legs.
Staring.
Angel's ass was up.
Cheeks spread open to Tony.
Vulnerable and perfect.
'I don't want him to leave me.'
Tony's jaw clenched.
Thoughts spiraling.
Too many.
Too loud.
Then—
"Impotent?" he scoffed suddenly.
Continuing where they left off talking.
His voice was low and dangerous.
A grin twisting his lips.
He reached for Angel's trembling hand.
Guided it down to his aching length behind his pants.
He opened Angel's knuckled hands.
Then pressed his palms into the heat.
Into his heat.
His palm behind Angel's palm.
"Does this feel impotent to you?"
Angel gasped.
Violet eyes widening.
So hot.
So thick.
So hard.
Angel's breath hitched as a forgotten memory resurfaced.
The feel of 'this' inside him.
'He's huge and thick!'
"Jesus," Angel breathed, dazed.
His earlier sass was long gone.
Replaced with silent longing and his last bit of shame.
Tony leaned in, as if to soothe him.
Then stopped.
'No. Don't be a despicable asshole, Tony!' he scolded himself.
Instead, he gently lowered Angel's legs down from where they've been locked up in the air.
His mouth brushed against Angel's ear.
"No," he whispered. "It's Tony."
Angel shuddered.
"Remember who you're with. And don't say another man's name with those lips," Tony growled against his skin.
Then—
"And.."
He bit Angel's ear then sucked on it, slow and sharp.
"I'm not impotent. I'm just.. ruined."
He let the words settle.
His lips moved down Angel's neck.
Breathing his scent.
Igniting trails of fire in Angel's skin.
"Ruined?" Angel's voice trembled.
"What do you mean?"
Tony kissed his flushed cheek.
His voice was like smoke.
"By you."
Silence.
The word echoed in the room.
Angel's breath caught.
His mind went blank.
His heart?
Screaming.
His body?
Arching.
Needy.
Betraying him again.
"I can't stop thinking about you," Tony muttered.
Confession.
"You're everywhere."
Angel blinked—feeling overwhelmed.
"In my bed, in my mind. In my head," Tony went on.
His hands gripped Angel's soft ass.
Kneading it possessively.
Angel moaned.
Fingers moving instinctively to Tony's nape.
Still, Tony continued to whisper.
"Haunting me."
His fingers hovered near that pink entrance.
Teasing but not pushing in yet.
"You're like a fucking poltergeist I dont want to exorcise."
He kissed the corner of Angel's mouth.
Then his smooth jaw.
Then down his slender neck.
Slow.
Purposeful.
Angel tasted himself on Tony's lips that left.
"Even when I try to forget you.."
"...I just want you more and more."
Tony's grip tightened.
"I had a plan," he admitted.
Breathless.
Confessing everything.
"To chase after you. Even when I didn't understand why."
Angel whimpered.
Visibly shaking.
Tony pressed a kiss to his erect nipple.
"What we had that night.. was the best sex of my fucking life."
Truth.
Raw.
"But tonight I realized—It wasn't just sex."
"I was already hooked, lined and sinkered the moment I saw you crossing the street from my hotel balcony."
Angel's stomach flipped.
He didn't know that.
He thought Tony was just a drunk passerby.
He didn't know Tony saw him before he entered that bar.
His body twitched from an unknown pleasure.
But Tony didn't stop.
Didn't give him space to hide.
Tony moved again, breaking Angel's hold on his neck.
Shifting Angel's position, exposed and vulnerable again—like earlier.
His ass was up in the air again.
Angel panicked.
His hands flailed to grab something, but found nothing.
"Sshh.. Sono innamorato di te (I'm in love with you)."
'Who on earth confesses their love like this?'
Angel asked himself.
And then—
Tony's mouth was on his hole.
Hot.
Wet.
Devouring.
Angel gasped.
Tried to move away.
But Tony's holding his leg, and his back firmly.
Then his hands flew to Tony's hair.
Angel stopped thinking.
The shame and his last bit of sanity faded.
He stopped resisting.
Gave in.
A sweet surrender.
"Ahh.. Tony—!"
Then came a wet finger.
Slipping in.
Exploring.
Teasing.
Then two fingers
Spreading.
Stretching.
Then another finger.
Pain bloomed.
"Shit.. Sei cosi stretto.. (You're so tight)."
Tony gritted his teeth.
"Tony—it hurts—are you really—?"
"Bear with me, babe," Tony panted.
"We're just getting started."
Tony suddenly leaned in.
Feeling pleased with himself.
Kissing the soft spot behind Angel's ear.
"You said you wanted me," Tony whispered.
"Do you still?"
Angel nodded—breathless, helpless.
"Then don't run now."
His voice dipped into something darker.
"Let me love you."
One of Tony's hand gripped Angel's hips like they belonged to him.
"I'm not going to fuck you like it's just sex."
Angel's eyes fluttered open—tears pooling at the corners.
Tony made a promise.
A threat.
A vow.
"I'm going to make you feel all of it."
He pulled his fingers out slowly.
Angel tensed.
But Tony kissed him, deep and claiming.
Making Angel more reliant.
Relaxing him.
"You're mine." Tony said in between kisses.
Then he suddenly thrust his three fingers back in.
Deeper.
The full length of Tony's fingers was inside Angel now.
Angel yelped into Tony's mouth.
His hands automatically went to Tony's chest.
As if Angel would push Tony off.
But he didn't.
He decided to trust Tony's declaration of love.
Angel felt everything.
Every curl of his fingers.
Every press.
Until—
A jolt.
Sharp.
Blinding.
Angel's vision burst into stars.
Tony grinned.
"Found it."
"You like that?"
Angel couldn't speak.
Couldn't hear.
Couldn't see beyond the stars.
He could barely breathe.
Tony worked the spot.
Merciless and skilled.
Angel moaned.
"Ahh.. Tony.."
"Per favore.. (Please.)" Angel begged.
He didn't know what was coming out of his mouth now.
"Put it in… per favore.."
Tony froze.
Angel's voice was wrecked,
Broken.
Willing.
"Sshh.. we'll get there, amore."
"We need it loose. tender. I don't want you to get hurt when I finally ram it inside you."
But Angel could now only whimper.
Tony kissed his shoulder blades.
His neck.
His mouth.
"It's alright," he murmured.
"Don't think of anything else. Or anyone else." he continued to soothe Angel.
"It's just us," Tony's fingers now started to pump.
In and out.
Angel moaned.
"Right here."
Slowly.
"Right now."
Deliberate.
Addictive.
"Imagine me moving like this inside you," he whispered.
Making Angel pant.
"Because I have."
"And in my filthy dreams. I did more questionable things with you.. things that I know you would hate and run away from."
"But this.. this reality with you is more intoxicating."
"More beautiful."
"More addictive."
His fingers curled inside of Angel.
Angel pants continuously.
Like an equestrian trying to finish a race.
"So fucking tight.." Tony groaned.
"Open your beautiful eyes, Angel.." Tony commanded.
And Angel obeyed.
Tears slid down his cheeks.
It's too much.
He's too full.
His heart and his emotions.
And down there.
"So fucking beautiful.." Tony held his breath.
"Now cum," Tony growled and kissed him.
And Angel did.
Hard.
Shaking.
Writhing.
His entire body convulsed.
His voice shattered in Tony's mouth.
And Tony held him—like he'd never let go.
And he will.
**