[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Alternative Fantasy Romantic Suspense Romance, M/M, HEA]
Don Giovanni had lost everything through his own misdeeds. His father's villa, the family money, everything right down to the clothes on his back. He had nothing, not even his pride. When he's offered a deal with the Devil, he knows there's a catch, but he's too desperate to care.
With wealth beyond his imagination, Giovanni realizes that he's been given a second chance and he refuses to squander it. When his charitable donations and good works comes to the attention of the king, life as Giovanni knows it changes, especially when he's offered the hand of the royal prince.
Benito is the youngest child of the royal family. As such, he's often overlooked in favor of his older siblings. When the king gives his word to marry his son to a wealthy benefactor, and the oldest prince turns him down, Benito volunteers, not knowing he's about to embark on his wildest adventure.
But someone is not happy that Giovanni and Benito married. When they don't know who they can trust, they have to learn to trust in each other, especially when betrayal comes from someone close to them. It might be their only chance to break a Devil's bargain.
"It's time to go, Giovanni."
Giovanni nodded. As he looked back out at the sea one last time, he made his father a promise that he would return his legacy to him, and even if it took the rest of his life, he would make his father proud of him once again.
Knowing there was nothing else to say, Giovanni stood. He shook the lawyer's hand because he knew manners were important to his father. He just wished he had listened to more of his father's lessons before he lost everything.
"Thank you for everything."
The lawyer frowned. "Are you going to be okay, Giovanni?"
He truly had no idea, but he wasn't going to admit that weakness. "I'll be fine."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and started walking down the long driveway of his father's villa with nothing except the clothes on his back. He refused to look back at what he had lost. He would see it again one day. Just not today. He had a bit of growing up to do before then.
But growing up is hard to do when you don't know where your next meal is coming from. Giovanni traveled by foot, going from one place to the next. He worked for food and the occasional roof over his head.
Adhering to the lessons his father had taught him, he made sure he never did anything illegal or anything that would bring shame to his father, but not a single one of the jobs he'd found were anywhere close to glamorous.
He picked fruit, moved crates, dug trenches, helped build a barn. He even shoveled shit. He did whatever he needed to do, and still it wasn't enough. He lived hand-to-mouth existence, never able to save a single penny to regain his father's legacy.
Until one day...
Giovanni was sitting beside the road, watching out to sea once again. He was close to the end of his rope. He was hungry, dirty, and cold. At this point, debtor's prison was looking pretty good.
"Would you like to be rich and to lead a pleasant life?"
Giovanni turned to see a very handsome man in an Armani suit standing beside a stretch limousine. It just went to show how deep in his thoughts he had been. He hadn't even heard the limo pull up.
The man smirked. "I asked you if you would like to be rich?"
"Of course I would, but—"
The man held up a hand to stop him. "I will make you a deal."
Giovanni had heard things like this before. It was one of the things that had gotten him into this situation, but he couldn't deny he was curious. "What sort of deal?"
The man waved his hand toward the car. "Come inside where you can be warm. I have food and drink. You are welcome to it. No strings attached. You can eat while I explain my deal to you."
Giovanni was hesitant, but he was also hungry. Starving in fact. He could listen to the guy's spiel while he ate, then leave if the guy was feeding him a load of crap, which Giovanni was pretty sure he was. He climbed into the back of the limousine and sat down. A moment later, the strange man slid in and closed the door.
"So, where's the food?"
"Ah, yes, the food." The man snapped his fingers and a tray appeared with a small buffet fit for a king.
Giovanni's stomach growled as the aroma of perfectly cook meat wafted through the air. Fresh bread. Fresh fruits. Fresh vegetables. Pastries. Appetizers. Finger foods. Anything Giovanni could conceive of appeared on the tray.
"Please," the man said. "Enjoy yourself."
Giovanni didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed a plump turkey leg and started eating. He didn't realize several moments of silence had gone on until he set a stripped turkey bone down and reached for a hunk of cheese.
He swallowed tightly and turned to look at the fancily dressed man. "You said something about a deal?"
He grew confused when the man snapped his fingers and a black credit card with his name on it appeared between two slim fingers. Giovanni didn't dare take it without knowing what it was or what strings were attached to it.
The man chuckled. "You are not a stupid man."
That was up for debate, but whatever.
"This credit card has an unlimited amount on it. Simply say 'Give me some money', and you will get as much as you want."
"What's the catch?"
There was always a catch.
"This little charm will only work if you promise to go three years, three months, three weeks, and three days without washing your body or combing your hair or even shaving your beard. You can't even change your clothes. You can in no way through deed of your own, change your appearance from what it is now."
Giovanni had already gone months without a decent bath or a shave. He didn't even want to think about the condition of his hair. He had once been a handsome man who stopped people in their tracks when he walked by. He commanded whatever room he stepped into.
Now, not so much.
"Can I wipe my butt?"
It was an honest question.
The man crinkled his nose. "That you can do. I think we can make your groin area a free zone."
Thank god for that. "So, other than that, no bathing, trimming, or changing my clothes for three years, three months, three weeks, and three days?"
Was that something he could do?
The man nodded.
"And I can use this money any way I want?" Visions of getting his father's villa back floated through his mind.
The man nodded again. "It's yours to use any way you see fit. You can buy a mansion, travel around the world, throw money from the rooftops. You can do anything you want with it."
"And when this is all over, what happens to the money?" He would hate to have a glimmer of hope that he could restore his father's legacy only to have it snatched away from him.
"If you spend the money on others, the money stays wherever you spent it. If you spend the money on yourself, then what happens to it depends on you. If you do all these things I've laid out for you faithfully for the allotted amount of time, and you don't tell a single person about our agreement, then when the time is up, you shall keep the credit card for yourself, as well as anything you spent the money on, and the credit card will continue to produce as much money as you want for the rest of your life."
"And if I don't?"
The man's eyes flashed red. "I get your soul."
Benito lifted his gaze up to meet Giovanni's heated one. "Make love to me?"
Giovanni's self-confident smirk was just as sexy as he was. "Like you even have to ask."
Benito could feel the heat that suddenly filled Giovanni. It was like touching a living flame. He groaned as he leaned into the man's warmth. For so long he'd been cold, never quite warm enough. Touching Giovanni was like coming home.
He held his breath as Giovanni stripped his clothes from his body, each touch accompanied by a sensual caress that made Benito ache. Once he was naked, Giovanni pushed him down on the bed. Benito licked his lips as he watched Giovanni strip. Not even the dirty torn rags he wore could detour from Giovanni's sexiness. The man was simply stunning.
Giovanni climbed up onto the bed then reached over and pulled him closer until Benito was draped over his chest, looking down at him. Benito squirmed around, groaning when their semi hard cocks brushing together.
Giovanni leaned up for a kiss, then another, each one getting longer and longer until he didn't remove his lips at all. Benito his head back and to the side to expose more of his throat.
"Do you like that?" Giovanni whispered against Benito's sensitive skin.
"Yesss," Benito hissed. "Want more."
"Never let it be said I don't aim to please." Giovanni reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. "Turn around. I want to watch you stretch yourself for me."
Benito's entire body flushed at Giovanni's request. He bit his bottom lip and then turned around, presenting his ass for Giovanni's viewing pleasure. He shivered when Giovanni squirted a small amount down Benito's crease.
"Give me your hand." Benito reached back, giving Giovanni his fingers. Once his finger was lubed, Giovanni guided his hand toward his hole. Benito felt around his tight entrance and then pushed one of the digits past the ring of muscles.
"Oh, sweet hell."
Benito grinned as he slowly pushed another finger inside of himself. It was a heady sensation to know he could pull words like that out of Giovanni.
"That's it, baby. Fuck your fingers." After Benito inserted a second then a third finger, Giovanni reached up and began massaging his rounded ass cheeks, kneading them in the palm of his hands.
"Giovanni." Benito turned back around. He started to climb off Giovanni, but the man grabbed him and stopped him from going anywhere.
"You have the softest skin," Giovanni whispered as he stroked his hand down Benito's side until he reached the curve of his ass again. Giovanni's fingers slid right down between his cheeks.
Giovanni moved his other hand up under Benito's chin and cupped his jaw, tilting his head back. Benito moaned when he felt Giovanni's tongue swirl over his skin. There was nothing on earth as good as being loved on by this man.
"I want to you, Benito. I want you so bad," Giovanni whispered against Benito's hot skin.
Benito inhaled sharply. "I'm all yours."
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment at Giovanni's words. He had dreamed of having someone in his life that was just for him for so long, he'd begun to wonder if it would ever happen, and yet here Giovanni was.
When Giovanni leaned forward and claimed his lips, Benito groaned and pressed into the kiss. Kissing Giovanni was heavenly. Touching him was even better. The soft little moans of delight that fell from Giovanni's lips as Benito caressed his heated skin made him harder than steel.
Benito stroked his hand over Giovanni’s chest as he kissed him. His heart tripped when he felt Giovanni's nipples pebble under the palms of his hand. He twirled his fingers around one nipple, stroking the sensitive flesh until Giovanni was shuddering in his arms.
"You like, Giovanni?" Benito asked as he tugged on a nipple with his fingers. Giovanni's only answer was a slow moan as he arched into the air. Benito laughed lightly and switched from one nipple to the other, giving it the same treatment. "You do."
"Hell, yesss," Giovanni hissed. "I want you to ride me, Benito."
Giovanni repositioned Benito while holding the base of his cock. When the tip of his shaft touched his hole, Benito held his breath. He placed the palms of his hands on Giovanni's chest as he slowly lowered his body, impaling himself onto Giovanni's shaft.
"You feel so good, Benito."
Benito blushed at Giovanni's words, finally bottoming out. "Oh my god, I can feel every inch of you."
Giovanni grinned up at him and then gripped Benito's sides. "Tell me when you're ready to move, baby."
Benito took a few breaths and then nodded. Giovanni braced his feet on the mattress and then tightened his hold on Benito's sides as he thrust upward. Benito dropped his head back on his shoulders and just breathed once Giovanni's cock was fully encased inside him.
"More!" Giovanni wrapped his arms around Benito and began to thrust up into him over and over again. Benito's head was swimming and his body was humming as he took pleasure in the cock pounding into him.
The groan that had been building in Benito's chest was going full speed by now. His cock ached so much he was afraid it might break off if he nudged it even a little. Benito was in heaven, and his name was Giovanni.
Benito leaned forward and captured Giovanni's lips. The kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy through him. He grunted as he pushed back, sitting up straight and planting his feet on either side of the man fulfilling his every desire. Giovanni lifted his hands up, giving Benito something to hold onto as he took over and rode him.
Benito's lips parted slightly as Giovanni wrapped his fingers around Benito's bobbing cock. With just a few strokes of his aching cock, Benito could feel himself getting close to the edge of bliss. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body. He knew he only had moments before he flew over the edge with abandon. He wanted Giovanni to go with him.
The loud roar of Giovanni's release flooded Benito's ears. Benito felt himself teeter on the edge of his own orgasm. One more thrust from Giovanni and Benito went spiraling over the edge. One moment he was on the edge, savoring the exquisite feeling of having Giovanni's cock balls deep inside of him. The next moment, he was crying out his release as shot after shot of cum splattered all over Giovanni's tanned skin.
Benito shuddered at the feeling of Giovanni's cock pulsing inside of him. Each little tremor rocked through him, prolonging his pleasure until Benito thought he was going to pass out. Benito collapsed onto Giovanni's chest, sweaty and gasping for breath. Giovanni wrapped his arms around Benito as he pulled the blanket up over them both.