The Game I Would Always Play for Him.

                                        

                                              
CHAPTER: 40

Castle.
I made my way into Angel's bedroom. The blinds were closed and the room was dim, but I obeyed him. I took off my jacket first, then my tank top, then I worked on the buckle of my belt.
It felt strange being ordered to strip. I was Castle Lucchese. I didn't take commands, I gave them instead.
And yet, here I was. Standing in the bedroom of the one man who could command me with just a look, and I would obey without question.
By the time my pants were off, I couldn't help but laugh quietly under my breath.
"Stripped of control," I murmured, amused.
And I meant it, because somewhere along the line, I'd stopped being the one with the upper hand. Somehow, I had handed the reins over to Angel without a fight.
And fuck, I didn't even want them back.
I lowered myself onto the bed, face down, and my muscles tight with anticipation as I heard him enter the room. I waited for his touch, his voice, anything.
Instead, I heard the sound of cloth shifting, and a drawer opening, maybe. My brows furrowed as I strained to hear what he was doing behind me.
"I changed my mind," he finally spoke.
My head turned slightly, but before I could ask what he meant, he spoke again.
"Get up."
I obeyed slowly in confusion as my heart started to beat faster. When I stood, Angel's back was turned with his head tilted as if he was listening for something, but he didn't look at me.
Then he tossed a black balaclava onto the bed.
"Wear it," he said.
I stared at it for a beat before I reached for it slowly, my fingers brushing over the fabric. My voice came out quieter than I meant.
"You keep a balaclava in your drawer?"
Angel didn't answer, however. His back remained turned, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.
Something in him had shifted and maybe this was punishment, or maybe it was control, but either way, I didn't resist it.
I pulled the balaclava over my head. It was snug and a bit rough against my skin. All I could see now was through the thin slits of the mask and through them, I watched him finally turn to face me.
He didn't smile. But fuck, the look in his eyes said more than any expression could.
This wasn't going to be soft or gentle. He walked up to me and rolled up the balaclava to my nose, so my mouth was visible. 
Then he impatiently slammed my back against the wall as his lips devoured mine.
 
I forgot how to breathe. My sense of reason was long gone, replaced with a burning need that tore through me. 
Angel's tongue swiped against the seam of my lips and I opened for him, panting as my tongue slid against his. His hands gripped my neck, tugging the hair at the nape as he groaned. 
The sound made my cock jump and desperately ache to be touched.
 
At that exact moment, Angel's hand wrapped around my length, making my knees turn to jelly. I was easily bigger than him, but he had a way of making me crumble like I was nothing more than his toy.  
"Little Falco," I groaned as his mouth moved to my throat. Sharp teeth sank into my neck, and I swore as his fingers dug into my flesh at the same time. "Fuck."
I had never seen Angel lose his control before, but it was like he had none now. He released me and ripped my shirt off, throwing them to the side before he grabbed my wrist and spun me around. 
My chest kissed the wall, my hips were yanked back, and I forgot how to breathe again. A finger slipped into my hole, making my eyes widen as a whimper fell from my lips.
 
"Yes, take that like a good little boy." He said as I felt another finger move into my ass.
"Angel..." I moaned. It seemed like Little Falco no longer suited the situation. 
Every move he made with his fingers was deliberate and rough, like he wanted to tear me apart. 
"Stay there," he said as he released me and I heard him rifling through his drawers. I didn't dare turn to look. 
Seconds later, something wet slipped between my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder at Angel as he held a bottle of lube, squeezing it between my cheeks with a determined look on his face.  
Rubbing his cock against my hole, I moaned and he grunted as he slammed inside of me. I saw stars. My knees tried to buckle, but he wrapped his arm around my waist and kept me in place as he began to rock inside of me. 
 
"You're mine," he growled.
 
Flutters erupted throughout my body as he continued pounding inside of me. Yes, I was his and he was mine also. 
I wanted to say it but I couldn't figure out the words, the pleasure I was experiencing made my brain foggy.
"Fuck, I'm close," Angel groaned.
 
I reached between my thighs and stroked my cock. 
"Then cum inside of me," I said, immediately. "Fill me up, Angel." 
He pushed inside of me deeper, rubbing against my prostate and my eyes rolled up. It felt like Angel's hands were everywhere all at once. 
Nails scraped down my back, fingers tugged at my nipples, while his teeth dragged over my shoulder.  
I shivered as I turned to gaze at him. Feeling him inside of me without any barrier was heaven. We had used a condom back at the hotel that first night.
He held my head when I tried to look away, holding my gaze as his lips parted. It was like he wanted to say something. However, he sealed his lips, released my face and grabbed my wrist, fucking me like he was never going to see me again.
I came to the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as I sprayed his wall with a stream of cum, yelling his name. 
Soon after, Angel bit into my shoulder as he came. When he was done, I sagged against the wall and he released me with a kiss to my neck. 
Minutes later, I felt a damp towel between my ass cheeks as he cleaned me up. Then he pulled me to him and laid me on his bed, cleaning my stomach where my cum had touched.
 
I watched in silence as he went to the bathroom and came out naked, coming to lie beside me on his bed. 
He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder as he spooned me from behind. I smirked until my jaw ached. 
I should go, I told myself. I had a meeting at La iglesia later tonight, but I stayed. Because I knew that sooner or later, Angel would find out my identity and by that time, I'm sure this thing between us would become non-existent and he would hate me more than before.

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