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“Did you like seeing us last night?”

The question came as a whisper, but it felt like a punch to my stomach. My heart stopped beating. When it restarted, it thrashed against my ribs.

“Master, I…”

Angelo placed two fingers over my lips. “I haven’t told them.” He merely mouthed the words.

A voice came from the corner of the room. “Why are you teasing the poor boy?”

My eyes snapped to the left. In the dim candlelight, I saw Brooks and Meo entwined together on the sofa, both nearly naked. Elliot sat in an armchair, a glass of wine in his hand, while Raphael rested in his lap, his arms around Elliot’s neck.

“I think little Sesto here likes to be teased,” Angelo said loudly.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Brooks asked.

“When Angelo wants something…” Raphael trailed off with a shrug.

The soft hand on my cheek gave me a gentle tap.

“Eyes on me, Sesto.”

I obeyed immediately.

“Do you like the way I look?” Angelo asked.

Dazed, I nodded. “You’re breathtaking, Master Angelo.”

The plumpness and curves of his body, the fullness of his lips, his sweet nipples… Who wouldn’t find him beautiful?

But his eyebrows drew together, his angelic features tense.

Would he punish me for spying on them? How? Why did a part of me want Master Angelo to punish me? My mind went to those handprints on his ass cheeks. Oh, I was so silly! They wouldn’t punish me like that. They would simply fire me.

“You look scared. Are you afraid of me?”

What was the right thing to say?

My mouth was dry as dust. I didn’t think I could talk at all. Angelo stepped even closer, and his bare groin brushed against the front of my pants.

Then a nimble hand squeezed my ass cheek. I gasped.

Those inhumanly gorgeous full lips pressed against my open mouth. A warm tongue slipped inside.

I shook, my hands balled up in fists. The kiss was the most tantalizing, delicious, and most dangerous moment of my life.

But Angelo tilted his head to the side and cupped my nape and licked my tongue. The taste! Like sin and manna.

I let out a whimper.

Angelo broke away, his breath fanning my face.

“Have you ever been kissed before, dear boy?”

I shook my head.

Angelo smiled, and he truly looked like an angel.

“I’ll teach you,” he whispered.