Nikolai
Leonardo Moretti have not just been a snitch to major families that he had past relationship with, but I knew better of his hate towards my family.
The Mancini’s have always been top in the country, known around the globe.
Unlike the Moretti that have just became the second most important family.
After gaining that title, Leonardo didn’t fail to try hard to ruin the Mancini’s businesses, this have caused a blood feud between both families.
Still, he dared bring his son here, and suggest a marriage alignment.
And he agreed!
Adrian Moretti!
Leonardo bastard!
Whenever my eyes met his, I was fumed with anger.
The way he acts as though there was nothing conspicuous about him, yet he made his way into making Isabelle felt at ease with him.
And then, he spied on me!
I had found a chain by the door, where the spy had almost fell over.
When I trailed after the person, there was only one clue, it was him.
I believe the chain as well, was his.
His every minute in this house was a threat, but for some reason, I couldn’t help the curiosity that was panging on my chest.
Even more so as I stood by the corner, staring at Leonardo pressing on Adrian’s fingers with his shoe that had a two inch sole as hard as the best quality one could find.
Adrian didn’t made a sound, giving away years of abuse.
I was right!
He was nothing special to Leonardo, not when he was a bastard.
And Adrian…..
It clunged on my chest, to give him the benefits of a doubt.
But a man who had grew up, under such abuse might be even more dangerous than Leonardo himself.
Just as Leonardo left, I caught his eyes staring at me and instantly, that pitied countenance he had earlier on, instantly disappeared.
His lips curved into a sly smirk, and his eyes narrowed deeper.
His stare was intense.
Still sitting on the floor, Adrian took out a cigarette, and lite it as he drew a drag.
Sparks twinkled at his fingertips and the rising white smokes further mystified his hazel eyes.
I haven’t taken a good look at him all morning, until now.
His hair was of flecks of gold and brown, dropping on his forehead.
When he let’s out the white fumes, the dimples on his cheeks made him look even more alluring.
He seemed very different when his father wasn’t around.
There was a great amount of attitude, yet he was charming, mysterious but seductive.
He puts out the cigarette and walked towards me-
“You don’t get tired of staring?”
I didn’t respond.
“Nikolai Volkov…you’ve caught my interest.” He smiled wickedly.
“Are you throwing a tantrum?” I asked.
Adrian seemed pissed, and his eyes instantly reddened.
His lips pursed into a thin line.
“What?
Shut of words?” I laughed.
“Daddy didn’t seem to like you very much.
It means I was right.
You are here to gain daddy’s approval.
Are you finally happy he announced to the word that you are his son?”
“Pathetic!”
His gaze felt like he was shooting daggers at my heart.
His thumbs, curled into fist and a scoff escaped his lips as he nodded-
“Threats must not be your only talent, as a matter of fact, I seemed to have seen your other talent.
Quite provocative.”
When he uttered those words, I held his hands, and dragged him to an empty space, shutting the door behind.
Pinning him to the wall, I warned, “Not another word.”
Adrian didn’t seem frightened like he was earlier when I had threatened him, instead his eyes wavered around and he burst out in laughter.
“You brought me here to threaten me?” He raised a brow, “I can still smell your release in this room.”
And that’s when I realized, I had brought him to the same room.
“I think you have misunderstood me.” I muttered.
I let go of his hand and took out the gun in my pants hose, releasing the safety I placed it on his temple.
He was quiet now, and his countenance mellowed.
He seemed charming when he wasn’t throwing a tantrum or being mysterious.
Adrian looked away instantly before he muttered, “Understood.”
When his tongue stroke his lips, a desire engulfed my body.
His lips were blood shot red, and heart shaped.
It was plummy and mesmerizing.
Was it the energy of the room, I suddenly felt hot and beads of sweat all over my body.
I quickly looked away and ordered, “leave.”
Just when I let down my hand, Adrian was fast enough to claim the gun from me.
I held his hand instantly, but he moved it to the other and aimed for my dick.
“Impressive!” The word flew out of my mouth.
I could feel the slow movement of the gun as he moved it in circular motion trying to find the tip of my cock.
When he couldn’t, Adrian let his free hand find it for him.
The moment his hand touched my belt, I felt my whole body aroused.
He swiped it down slowly until he found the tip of my cock.
I bit down on my lips, holding back an excruciating amounts of moans.
Instead of stopping him, the only thought that clouded my mind was-
‘How good does his lips taste?’
I waited, as I stared into his eyes.
‘Was he straight, or gay?’
Why did I pray for him to be gay?
Adrian had a sly smile, as he finally positioned the gun on the tip.
“Now it’s my turn to threaten you.”
I raised a brow, curious about his threats.
“Stay away from me.” He muttered and I laughed.
“But I’m planning to kill you right now, Adrian!” I whispered in his ear and he froze.
I could sense his anxiety and the deep breaths that followed.
He let the gun slip from his fingers and hit the floor, and a shot went between my legs and hit the wall behind.