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be able to do something with it.
    “That’s impressive,” he murmured.
    Silvio came toward him, stalking movements on those high heels.
    The man either had supreme natural balance or a lot of practice. It was easy to see the hooker, especially when those painted fake fingernails cupped his dick through his trousers. It was an act, of course, maybe the most obvious way to gauge his reaction.
    The way Silvio’s lips curled, he wasn’t displeased with the result.
    “Twenty for a blowjob?”
    Stefano drew a deep breath. “My wallet’s up in the house.”
    “I’ll put it on your tab.” Silvio looked at him, then drew so close that Stefano smelled the makeup, and his vision blurred a little. The black eyes, though, they stayed exactly the same. Living darkness.
    Silvio’s kiss jolted him down to his toes, and the question of whether he was kissing a man or woman suddenly blurred. It didn’t seem to matter. It wasn’t that the illusion was perfect; Silvio was still Silvio. But whether he was a she, or a demon, or an angel, or a dirty dream, it all didn’t matter in the face of that gut-wrenching desire.
    Stefano put his hand against Silvio’s chest. “I always pay my debts,” he said, lips both numb and on fire, like he’d rubbed cocaine into his gums.
    Silvio exhaled a toneless laugh. “Maybe I just want you.” He took Stefano’s hand and placed it against his ass, beneath the short skirt.
    “Feel you here.”
    Stefano’s fingers curled into the tight muscle, slid into the crack, and pressed two fingers against Silvio’s opening. The man arched against him, suddenly breathless. There was no erection to feel against his leg. Duct tape. He’d taped his dick back between his legs.
    Stefano pulled him closer, slid that ridiculously short skirt up and got to the string underneath. He pushed that aside and found Silvio’s hole again. He circled it and felt lube there already.
    “You slut,” he murmured into Silvio’s ear.
    Silvio moaned, and God damn him, but that was the sexiest sound in the world. Wrestling control from the killer was a power trip, and right now, Stefano wanted nothing more than to feel in control. He pushed two fingers into Silvio’s ass. Silvio placed both arms around his neck, no doubt to steady himself, and moaned into his mouth.
    The tight muscle gave and Stefano thrust deeper, burying his fingers as deep as they would go.
    “Yeah. Shit.” Silvio pushed against him, legs open, back arched.
    “Curl . . . curl . . . Stefano . . .”
    The breathless, semi-coherent words went right to Stefano’s gut.
    He only had a theoretical knowledge of how to pleasure a man, but he was on to something here. He curled his fingers down, found something that felt a bit different in the tight, slick heat, and from Silvio’s groans assumed that was that. Like discovering the right way to touch a woman’s clit.
    He pushed against that area, slid his fingers across it, every movement rewarded with a moan or a shudder, and he smiled, an odd tenderness tugging at him, holding this killer in his arm and pleasuring him, feeling every response in the other man’s body, close and tight like a lover. That was what they were now, right?
    He pulled his fingers nearly free and pushed in again, mimicking fucking, but always remembering to touch that area. Silvio pressed his groin against Stefano’s leg, rubbing against him, fiercely focused now on getting off.
    Stefano kissed the arching neck, the bared throat, inhaled his smell that made him feel drunk. Every movement jolted through his abused body, but nothing in the world would have made him let Silvio go or tell him to stop. He wasn’t sure if Silvio would have understood—or obeyed.
    Silvio’s muscles clenched around him, making this more of a struggle, but when his whole body tensed, every line hard, Stefano realized Silvio was about to come. He thrust in harder, violently, and held Silvio close when he released his tension with a few erratic jerks of