Trapped

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : D. J. Manly

ISBN :978-1-55487-311-1

Page :187

Word Count :46750

Publication Date :2010-08-12

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Trapped (pdf) , Trapped (prc) , Trapped (epub) , Trapped (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , LGBTQIA+ Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55487-311-1

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Giovanni is no hit man, but he’s going to have to be if he is going to be able to face his father again. The son of a powerful mobster, his father has determined that its now time for him to take his place in the family. Giovanni is prepared to kill the son of a rival mobster from a room across from his hotel. But what he sees distracts him, and rather than pull the trigger, he finds himself indulging in personal fantasies, fantasies he dares not have. Amador runs his family’s construction company. Vega Construction is legit and it’s about the only business that is. He has done his best to avoid being dragged into his father’s criminal activities and done his best to hide his secret sexual desires. He is not thrilled to find himself on the Biachi hit list or to discover that the man sent to kill him now knows his secret. Giovanni and Amador will have no choice but to come together in an explosive way, both in the bedroom and out, as they desperately try to find a way out of the trap they find themselves ensnared in. Is there a way out, and if there is, will it be together?

At around midnight, the light in the room came on. He was there again, this time with a different man. They wasted no time getting down and dirty. Clothes were on the floor and so were they, cutting off his view. When they finally did come into view, they rolled together on the bed at the far end of the room. With both his arms over his head and his legs spread, the other man tied his wrists to the rungs in the headboard. A few seconds later, he was coating his body with something shiny and then licking it off his skin. He rubbed it into his nipples, his belly, his cock. His Mark’s hips bucked upward. The man straddled his hips and took his cock up inside of his ass.

Giovanni wiped the sweat off his forehead. He watched a gay porno once, but damn, this made that movie look like Disneyland. Giovanni undid his pants, moved his hand down to his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. This brought a moan as he watched the man move up and down on the cock he’d captured with his ass.

Giovanni pressed his back against the wall, lowering the binoculars. He stroked his cock frantically, coming in seconds, his head banging against the wall. “Um…yeah…oh God,” he murmured. The gun lay discarded on the bed.

He slept again. When he opened his eyes, he walked back over to the window. The Mark was lying in the same position, sleeping, his wrists still attached. The blond lay sleeping beside him, a hand possessively coveting his Mark’s muscular thigh. Damn. He had a beautiful body, his skin the colour of honey gold and shining with whatever it was that other guy had rubbed into it. He picked up his gun. Do it now. They’re both sleeping. Hit them both and get out. He aimed the Glock, first at his Mark, then at the other guy. So much power and they were completely unaware. His gun stayed on the blond. Get rid of him and go over there to that room and…and what, run your hands all over his beautiful body, kiss those sensuous lips, use that cock of his? No, he couldn’t do that. He could never give into these wicked urges he got every once in awhile and he certainly couldn’t… He groaned slightly, his cock hard again. Damn. He needed a shower. After a shower, he’d be more clearheaded and he’d figure out what to do. He’d already been here four days. This should have been over by now. His father was probably wondering what in hell was taking him so long.

He spent over twenty minutes in the shower, soaping himself, masturbating, trying not to think about what he had to do once he came out. The water soothed him somehow, made him forget.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and stood looking in the mirror. He brushed his damp hair, brushed his teeth and ran a hand over the slight stubble on his jaw. He didn’t feel like shaving. Maybe he’d grow a beard. He walked out of the bathroom and then froze as a deep, male voice said, “I was wondering when you were going to come out of there.”

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