The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 71: Don’t Get Obsessed!

Chapter 71: Don’t Get Obsessed!

Eduardo tilted his head, confused. Marcello’s sudden question left him puzzled. Marcello is going to be the mafia head soon and for that to happen, he has to get married.

They were both men and none of them would be able to get pregnant. After all, the reason for getting married is to get a child to make his heir.

If he’s unable to get married within the period of one month, his position will be handed over to Nikolai.

"Do you want me to help you find a wife?" Eduardo asked, with an indifferent look on his face.

Marcello rubbed his palm on his face and looked outside the window. It was obvious Eduardo wasn’t ’that’ interested in him. Even after getting married, he still wanted to keep Eduardo close to him.

’Do I have to lock him up? If I did that, would you stay with me forever? What if he starts to hate me? I don’t want to do anything that would make Eddy hate me. I can’t rely on the slave papers forever’

The car suddenly pulled over in front of the manor. Marcello stared at the building and let out a sigh. He had been thinking so deeply that he didn’t realize they were home.

Before he turned his head to look at Eduardo, Eduardo unfastened his seatbelt and grabbed Marcello’s chin, forcing him to look at him.

Swiftly, Eduardo crashed his lips into his. Marcello’s eyes widened. It was rare to see Eduardo making the first move. His heart was racing with excitement.

The kiss got deeper as Eduardo grabbed his hair. Marcello moaned in pain into Eduardo’s mouth. Eduardo opened his eyes and locked his gaze with Marcello’s eyes.

Eduardo bit his lips and dragged it till his teeth let go of Marcello’s lips.

"I’m your slave, right? If you don’t want to let go of me, you better prove it, young master" he grinned.

Marcello’s lips curved into a weird smile. He unfastened his seatbelt and adjusted his seat.

He threw his leg over Eduardo’s lap and sat on his leg. He pulled his tie off his shirt and threw it to the backseat. He started unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it down his hand.

"What are you doing, young master? We are in the car"

"You started it first, you’ll have to take responsibility and end it well, Eddy. Every part of you is driving me crazy... I’ve never felt this way before, not even when I was with Carlo. Maybe it’s because Carlo wasn’t interested in me."

Eduardo rolled his eyes. Of course, he was also a mafia prince, hoping to be the head. He needed a woman in his life, not a man who accepted dicks and fuck other men.

Now that he’s become a slave and has been turned gay by Marcello, he has nothing to lose.

’I guess?’

"Touch me, Eddy" Marcello whispered as he buried his head in Eduardo’s shoulder. Eduardo slipped his hands over Marcello’s body. He touched his abs and slid his hand to his chest, grabbing his nipples.

Marcello flinched and moved his waist. Eduardo grinned.

He parted his lips and took his pink nipple into his mouth.

"You’re sensitive here, aren’t you? Young master"

"Don’t call me that, Eddy" Marcello held Eduardo’s shoulder as he tilted his head to the back. Eduardo’s hands were wrapped tightly around his waist as he kept sucking his nipple, biting it and teasing him with his tongue.

Marcello gritted his teeth, holding back his moan. He slid his hand into the space between them and pulled Eduardo’s SpongeBob night pants down. His dick was already hard and hot. He rubbed it slowly, still staring at Eduardo’s face, which was focused on his nipples, which were already swollen.

Marcello used his two hands to fab Eduardo’s dick.

"What’s the hurry? We have a lot of time, don’t we?" Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows.

"Just shut up and let me do it" Marcello continued, and even increased his pace.

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Meanwhile, inside the manor. One of the guards who noticed Mario’s car outside all of a sudden went to tell him about Eduardo’s return.

"He’s back? Alone?" Mario was curious.

"I have no idea. He hasn’t stepped out of the car yet" he said.

"I’ll come out to check it out myself. Thank you". Mario slammed his door and grabbed his nightrobe. He grabbed his body oil and rubbed it over his chest and hand. He messed up his hair and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"If Eduardo is alone, maybe it’s my chance" he smiled at his reflection and stepped out of his room.

Eduardo took his lips off Marcello’s nipples and moaned as he let out the cum into Marcello’s hand.

"Finally..." Marcello grinned.

He slid his pants off his legs and, with his wet fingers, he slipped him into his hole. Eduardo finally understood what Marcello was doing. There’s no gel in the car so he used his cum as a lubricant.

"This time, I won’t bleed," he said and adjusted himself to slip Eduardo’s dick into his hole. "So go ahead and do what you want."

Eduardo tilted his head, both hands on Marcello’s waist. Marcello slowly sat on the dick. As if Eduardo couldn’t wait anymore, he slammed him on his dick. It slides into him so quickly. Marcello, who wasn’t expecting it, squirts, spraying it over Eduardo’s SpongeBob nightwear.

He started to tremble on Eduardo’s lap. A cunning smile appeared on Eduardo’s face. He touched the bulge on Marcello’s stomach.

"Mmm. The young master is a pervert. You sprayed your juice all over me after having a taste of my dick. How cute"

"Shut up! You’re the one talking dirty now" Marcello frowned, hitting Eduardo’s hard shoulder.

"You taught me well. Can you feel me inside you? You’re so tight, young master. Don’t squeeze so tightly, or else you’ll snap my dick into two" Eduardo touched the little bulge on Marcello’s stomach.

"Just shut up and... Fuck!" He groaned when Eduardo raised his waist and slammed it over his cock again. Once again, he sprayed some juice over Eduardo’s clothes.

"Let’s go faster, shall we?" He asked.

"Shit", Marcello groaned and hugged Eduardo as tight as he could, since Eduardo was the one moving. The car was tight, he was having a hard time since his head kept hitting the roof.

He had to bury his face in Eduardo’s shoulder, moaning into his clothes.

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Mario, on the other hand, stepped out of the manor. He looked around the compound and found his car parked in the dark corner.

"Eduardo must be inside", he mumbled and walked towards the car.

Eduardo turned his head and saw someone approaching the car.

"Is that Mario? He’s coming this way" he said.

"Then go faster," Marcello said.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Eduardo raised an eyebrow.

Marcello pushed Eduardo’s hand off his waist and decided to move himself. He slammed himself over Eduardo’s dick, going fast. Eduardo leaned back on the chair, letting out some moans.

"Aren’t you going a little bit too fast? What if he notices something?" Eduardo asked.

"That’s my aim. If he knows that you’re not alone, he’ll step away. Don’t you see he’s here for you? He’s here to seduce you, Eddy. He dressed that way for you. What do I do? Everyone has their eyes on you. What if they take you away from me?" Marcello asked.

Eduardo didn’t know what to say. He just diverted his gaze to Mario, who stopped halfway.

Mario saw that the car was moving. He could hear some noise coming from the car. He didn’t move close to the car.

’He must be with the boss. Of course, Eduardo belongs to him. Why do I keep forgetting? Why am I feeling like this? My chest... It’s weird’

He turned around and walked into the manor.

Marcello saw that Mario had gone. He planted his hand on Eduardo’s chest.

"I’m going to cum, Eddy"

"Let it all out" he replied.

"Of course, I will. You belong to me, right Eddy?"

"Don’t get obsessed with me, young master. Don’t get into a situation where you’ll have to pick between me and your position as the mafia" Eduardo said to him.

"You know I’ll choose you, right?"

"Stupid" he rolled his eyes.

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After a few minutes, they both walked into the manor. Mario had changed into his shirt and pants. He adjusted his glasses when he saw Marcello and Eduardo. Eduardo’s shirt was already stained. He walked into the house bare-chested.

"Everyone’s staring. You should have worn the shirt like that"

"Are you going to order me to wear the shirt we used to clean your cum and juice, young master?" Eduardo looked at him.

Marcello’s ear flushed red as he looked away.

"I could have used my shirt instead" he mumbled.

"Welcome back, boss", Mario lowered his head. There was a bit of sadness on his face. It was obvious because of what he witnessed earlier.

"I’ll be going to my room". Eduardo headed for the stairs.

"Make sure to wake up early, Eddy. We have somewhere to be tomorrow", Marcello said. Eduardo froze and glared at Marcello.

’Why didn’t he tell me when we were in the car? This jerk!’

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"We’re going to sign our marriage certificate", Marcello teased. The guards shot their eyes wide open. Eduardo frowned in disgust. He was going to become the madam of the house. He couldn’t imagine the guards calling him madam.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked. Marcello burst into laughter.

"Just kidding babe. We are going to see my old man. Viktor is gone. You’ll have to escort me. We leave at 9. Make sure to sleep tight", Marcello winked and left for the office with Mario. He still had some work to do. Eduardo stood there, a lot of thoughts rushing through his head.

’I’m going to see Marcello’s father. The old man Diabolo?’