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“I like the sound of my name on your lips, Verreault.”

“B-Bennett,” he breathed brokenly. “And please. I need it.”

“Then tell me, Bennett. Simple. Easy.” He gave him one finger this time. “Ma dai, be good for me and tell me what I want to know.” He touched the spot that would make Bennett see stars.

“I swear!” The words sounded ripped out of Bennett’s throat against his will. “It could be a few of the guys.”

“How many? How many guys do you think it could be?”

Bennett sagged into the mattress, as if defeated. “Five or six, maybe. But I honestly don’t know which one yet.”

Nico believed him. If Bennett was lying, he was wasting time with hockey and should go directly into acting. “But you will help me find out and stop fighting me. Stop hiding from me, as well?”

“Yes, I will. I swear it.”

It wasn’t everything Nico wanted, but it was something. And selfishly, he was dying to get inside this man. Nico kissed behind Bennett’s ear again, then quickly put on the condom and lubed his length. “I am going to fuck you now. Up.” He patted Bennett’s hip.

Bennett didn’t speak, only slid onto his knees, giving Nico his ass, and Nico didn’t waste any time. He lined up and pushed inside—and the tight heat felt like it was squeezing Nico’s entire body, not just the head of his dick. He dropped his forehead onto Bennett’s back and took a few calming breaths.

When Bennett shifted, looking for more, Nico slid all the way in, bottoming out. They both moaned long and loud, almost in unison, which would’ve been embarrassing if Nico had the brain cells to think about it. But there was no room for thought, not now. Nico began thrusting, rough strokes that punched the air from Bennett’s lungs and caused the headboard to thump against the wall. “Harder,” Bennett gasped, and Nico delivered, putting his whole back into it, pulling Bennett’s hips toward him with every bit of his strength, their bodies colliding at full force.

It took only a minute or two before Bennett seized up, his muscles locking, and his ass clenched around Nico’s length in a death grip. The sensation—madonna mia. It was overwhelming. Before Nico knew what was happening, his orgasm rushed up from his toes while simultaneously shooting down his spine, and the whole thing collided in his groin and exploded out through his dick. “Fuck!”

Dimly, he heard Bennett shout, and Nico desperately tried to keep his rhythm going, even as his vision turned white. On and on it went, his body trembling as he filled the latex, until he finally slumped forward. “È stato incredibile,” he murmured when his brain restarted. “Cazzo, bello.”

Bennett didn’t speak, his head down as he panted, and Nico didn’t push him. Gently, he pulled out, making sure to hold onto the condom, and the loss of Bennett’s warmth was almost physically painful. He resisted the absurd urge to lie down and pull the other man close. That wasn’t what this was about. All that was left to do was to leave.

He eased off the mattress and strode to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 6

Bennett floated as he heard Nico walk across the room. Fuck. That had been intense. The mobster was some sort of edging sociopath, feeling no empathy as he drove others to the brink of sexual insanity. Bennett couldn’t remember the last time he’d come that hard. The orgasm had been like an out-of-body experience. Now he felt satisfied in his bones, like all the stress and worry was sapped from his system and replaced with calm nothingness.

Dimly, in the back of his mind, he knew tonight hadn’t gone well—he’d caved too quickly and promised to help Nico in the search. Any second his body would flood with panic over that promise, just as soon as the post-sex endorphins wore off.

Exhausted, he closed his eyes. Nico would clean up and then go. Tomorrow, Bennett will handle what happened here tonight.

He must’ve fallen asleep because he jolted awake when a warm washcloth brushed over his stretched hole. “Shh, relax.” Nico. He was still here, and he was cleaning Bennett up. No one had ever bothered doing this for Bennett before and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. But the sensation was nice, so Bennett drifted, closing his eyes and letting it happen, too tired to remember why he shouldn’t.

Nico pulled the pillow out from under Bennett’s hips and Bennett heard it hit the floor. Then a blanket landed on top of him, soft and warm, comforting, and a hand caressed his neck. “Dormi bene, bello.”

Bennett thought about telling Nico about the chat thread, the list of guys he planned to talk to about that night at The Loop. All he needed was time. Then Bennett would force the guilty player to do the right thing and turn himself in . . .

It was the last thought he had until morning.

Legs still wobbly, Nico strode to the waiting car. He was both disgusted and disappointed with himself. The purpose had been to edge Verreault until he gave up a name, no matter how long it took. Instead, he’d accepted promises then fucked Verreault into the mattress. Worse, he’d tucked the man into bed afterward.

Was he a ruthless don or a pathetic teenage boy with a crush?

“Cazzo,” he hissed under his breath. Now Nico had nothing to show for his evening, except empty balls and more headaches.

Filippo was leaning against the car, scrolling on his phone, and he glanced up when he heard Nico approach. “And so?” he asked in Italian. “What did you find out?”

“Nothing definite.” Nico reached for the car door, but Filippo grabbed his arm.

“But you said you’d get a name tonight.”

Ripping his arm out of Filippo’s grip, he ordered, “Get in the fucking car, cugino.” Nico slid into the back seat and ordered Angelo to take him home. As the three of them drove away, Nico could feel Filippo assessing him from the passenger seat, but he ignored it and read emails on his phone. Being the boss meant he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone, not even to his cousin and most trusted advisor.