Book Title: Morte (Vendetta Book 5)
Author: Leigh Kenzie
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Temptation Creations
Release Date: March 18, 2021
Genre: Dark M/M
Trope/s: Dark M/M Mafia, enemies to lovers
Themes: Forced Submission, Kink, Non-con
Length: approx 49 000 words
It is book 5 in the Vendetta series and it is best to have read the previous four books to follow the story.
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Family is more than blood
Blurb
Allesandro
I won’t kneel to a traitor. I won’t let my enemies rip my Family apart. If they think they can take my power away, I’ll bring death right to their door.
Emilio
Memories seep into me, taunting me, choking me. I feel like I’m crumbling and have no idea how to make it out. Can I keep myself together or will death stalk me too?
What happens when vengeance isn’t enough?
Trigger warnings: Contains graphic violence, extreme sexual situations, homophobic scenes, and other material that may be distressing. It is intended for a mature audience of 18+ Please see inside for more warnings.
This is a continuous series. The first four books must be read prior to this one. Ends on a cliffhanger.
Warnings: Please be advised this book contains graphic violence, torture, and murder. It also includes non-con, psychological torture, and various kinks. PTSD and other mental health issues are depicted in this book. The book also includes significant homophobic scenes. While there is no onpage abuse of minors, it is discussed. Please be advised some of those scenes and resulting actions may be upsetting. Some readers may find this material triggering. It is intended for a mature audience 18 years of age and up.
(Keegan POV)
“Yes, B—” His face turns beet red as he cuts himself off. That’s when it dawns on me. He may have been part of Allesandro’s inner circle, but at the end of the day, he’s still a soldier. He still very much wants to be led. Now that…that I don’t have a problem with.
“Go ahead. Say it.” I refuse to let him drop his eyes from mine, pinning him with a stare while my heart thuds faster in my chest.
“Yes, Boss,” he whispers, and that’s all I need. I swoop down, pushing him flat until I’m lying on top of him. I greedily kiss him despite mentally chastising myself for once again going down this route—once again falling for another man’s charm.
He arches into me, groaning and running his hands across my body. I change position and straddle him, taking his hands in mine. I dip down for just one more kiss that turns into two, that then continues until we both need air. It’s a dizzying feeling, one that I haven’t felt in far too long…or maybe not long enough. I sit back and run my hands under his shirt, feeling his cock kick against mine when I tweak his nipples, his mouth falling open. I tug on his shirt before rolling off him, making it damn clear what I want. He sits up and pulls his shirt off and shimmies out of his pants and underwear. He bites his lip, and my breath catches. For someone so muscular, a man who many would look to for direction, the little shyness he gets drives me insane.
Growling, I grab his wrist, pulling him down again. This time when I straddle him, it’s skin against skin. As soon as our leaking cocks brush against each other, my mind goes blank. This. This is what I needed.
I fumble around in the nightstand, glad whoever grabbed my belongings packed my lube too. I dump some on my hand, encircling us both as we rut against each other. The red staining his cheeks and his tensing muscles spur me on like nothing else. It physically hurts to pull back, but if I’m going to come, it’s going to be when I’m buried in his ass.
Marcus whimpers as I stand up, but I’m not going to let him suffer too long. Instead, I shove his legs open to kneel in between them. Listening to my unspoken commands, he places his feet flat on the comforter, arching his back to give me complete access. Using some more lube, I circle his hole lightly, waiting until he starts cursing before pushing two fingers in right away. His choked gasp and the way his ass strangles my fingers makes me chuckle quietly. I give him a few pumps, not nearly enough to open him up, but at least it’ll ease the sting of me entering him—hopefully.
I move forward, placing one arm by his head and bracing myself while I guide my cock in with my other hand. It’s a tight fit as I push forward. As I make it through the first ring of muscle, both of us gasp. I slowly enter him inch by inch, letting him get used to the feel of my cock. It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing against me, wanting me farther in his ass, and I’m happy to accommodate him. Once I’ve sunk all the way in, I rest my forehead on his chest, not wanting him to see how much he’s affecting me.
“Please. Fuck. Please. I need you to move,” he pleads.
“I got you, sweetheart.” I grab his legs, pulling them up so his ankles rest over my shoulders. Giving him a grin, I can’t resist adding, “I hope you’re ready.”
Before he can say anything, I pull out and push back in roughly. I go as deep as I can and almost withdraw completely as I hammer into him. I can tell the moment I hit his prostate. He may as well be electric. His entire body convulses, and I laugh evilly. Every time I push in, I make sure to hit that spot perfectly, and damn, does he come alive. His hands search for anything to grab onto, pulling at the comforter, trying to reach whatever part of me he can touch. It’s getting damn hard to hold myself back, but I won’t let myself fall without him going first. I grab his cock and it only takes a few tugs before he’s coming. As soon as his cum splatters his chest and even his jaw, I switch my focus to reaching my own release. With the way his ass strangles me, it doesn’t take long before I tip over that edge either. I come so hard that the expression ‘seeing stars’ is an understatement. I think I may have lost some damn brain cells because the next thing I know, I’m on my side facing him.
Leigh is a dark M/M romance author from Texas with two needy terrors of terriers and a chaotic family. She considers coffee a major food group and her family fears broken coffeemakers. She writes in her spare time, forced to the keyboard by characters entirely too vocal in her opinion and often falls victim to plot monkeys. In between creating mayhem with her characters and friends, her hope is to transport readers to fictional places and provide darkness with a twist.
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