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"Coffee," Phei answered smoothly. "It went down incorrectly."

Adriana brought the recovered fork to her plate, she cleaned it and resumed eating with a different spoon insufferable calm.

Under the table her feet never stopped; she picked up the pace, soft soles sliding faster along the full, throbbing length of him — up and down, up and down — her toes curled tightly around the thick head on every upward stroke, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made his cock pulse hard against her.

She teased the sensitive underside with the tips of her toes, then pressed the cool arch of her foot firmly against his balls, rolling them gently while her other foot continued stroking the shaft.

The dual sensation was pure torture:

Cool, soft feet working his cock and balls under the table while he sat across from her husband, speaking of peace and family and respect. Every time her toes squeezed the swollen head, another bead of precum leaked onto her sole and dragged the full length of her foot from base to tip, his thighs tensed under the table.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

When Phei said, "I want a relationship with this family that does not depend on Amber standing between us," Adriana’s big toe pressed firmly against the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock and circled it slowly, spreading the precum in deliberate, filthy strokes.

Vittorio glanced briefly toward Adriana.

She concentrated upon her breakfast with the disciplined innocence of a woman committing no crimes under the table on her now new becoming son-in-law, whatsoever.

Her feet moved faster, the soft soles stroked the full, thick length of him in long, firm pulls, toes curling tightly around the swollen crown on every upward stroke. She pressed harder against his balls with the other foot, rolling them, teasing them, feeling them draw up tighter with every second. The cool temperature of her feet against the searing heat of his cock was almost unbearable in the best way.

Phei’s cock throbbed hard against her, the heavy weight of it pulsing with every heartbeat.

"That would be preferable," Vittorio said.

"I’m not asking you to trust everything about me immediately."

"Good. I would refuse."

"I would be concerned if you didn’t."

"But I am willing to judge you according to what you do next rather than what you may become."

Phei nodded.

At the exact moment he answered, Adriana trapped the leaking head of his cock between both soft soles and ground it in slow, deliberate circles; the pressure made his free hand close into a white-knuckled fist against his thigh under the table. His thigh muscles flexed hard. He had to clear his throat a second time.

"That is all I can reasonably ask."

An attendant walked past the table just as Adriana pressed harder. Phei shifted his weight slightly in the chair, forcing the tablecloth to stay still. Brett shifted in his seat and almost looked under the table before the Dragon Dominance pressed him back down.

Vittorio placed his cup down.

"And Brett?"

For the first time since Phei had joined the table, the silence became truly heavy.

Brett froze.

Phei turned his eyes toward him; the moment their gazes nearly aligned, Brett looked farther down, his attention fastening desperately upon his own untouched plate.

Dragon Dominance descended upon him in full.

Fifty times the passive force.

The air did not visibly change, yet Brett’s entire body understood that something ancient had focused upon him. His heartbeat stumbled. Sweat gathered beneath his collar; the instinct to flee collided with the knowledge that moving without permission might draw even more attention.

Phei studied him without expression:

"Brett and I understand one another."

Adriana dragged the now cool wet sole of her foot firmly along the thick underside vein from base to crown in one long, devastating stroke. Phei’s voice remained steady only through sheer will.

His cock pulsed hard against her feet, the head swollen and leaking steadily onto her soft, cold soles.

Brett swallowed.

Vittorio watched his son carefully.

"I suspect that statement contains more than either of you intends to explain."

"It does."

"Has he done something I need to know about?"

Phei could have destroyed him there.

One sentence would have opened every secret beneath the Castellano table... Of course his father knew what they used to do other Phei but not the fact that just not so long ago Brett himself had tricked Phei to come to them and kill him, if that’s what they’d intended but they had beat Phei real good that night with that stupid thugs and he’d only managed to escape.

Instead, Phei looked at the young man and allowed him to feel the full weight of being spared.

That mercy would frighten him more than exposure.

"Brett had grown from that childish gang of theirs I assumed since he no longer tries to attack me like they used to." Phei said.

Brett forced the words through a throat gone dry.

"Yes."

It was the first sound he had made.

Vittorio’s gaze sharpened.

"Yes, what?"

Brett’s fingers trembled beneath the table.

"Yes, Father."

Phei smiled faintly before Adriana squeezed the head of his cock between both soles and held the pressure. Vittorio glanced at Phei’s face. Phei’s expression did not change, but the muscles in his jaw flexed once.

The fear inside Brett condensed another fraction.

The primal seed was no fully complete but Phei could feel it growing; close enough that his soul had begun learning the Dragon’s shape.

Vittorio looked between them and clearly understood that pressing further in public would gain him nothing.

"For now," he said, "I will accept that."

Phei inclined his head.

"For now is enough."

The two men looked at one another across the table.

There would still be complications. Legacy Families did not transform into peaceful relatives after one civil breakfast. Amber’s departure had exposed fractures inside the Castellano household. Brett carried secrets that would eventually demand blood or judgment. Adriana herself remained a hidden disaster sitting within arm’s reach of her husband while pretending her fork was the morning’s greatest scandal.

Still, something had begun.

Phei had crossed the hall expecting an enemy.

Instead, he found a father willing to acknowledge failure, a patriarch capable of respecting strength without kneeling to it, and perhaps the beginning of something far more valuable than an alliance arranged through fear.

He found the possibility of something like family.

Not the immediate, sentimental version where everyone embraced and forgot their sins. Something harder. Slower. A relationship forged through honesty, boundaries, and the mutual understanding that either man could become dangerous if the other harmed those they loved.

Phei could respect that.

Vittorio extended his hand across the table.

"You protect Amber."

Phei looked at it, then clasped it firmly despite how uncomfortable it was given his condition; this was Amber’s father.

The moment their hands met, Adriana pressed both soft, slick soles more firmly against the full length of his cock and the heavy weight of his balls at the same time, holding the pressure while he shook the Patriarch’s hand; it nearly made him lose the rhythm of the handshake. His free hand remained clenched under the table.

"I will."

"And you speak to me before turning the Castellano estate into another spider-man spectacle."

"I can promise to speak first."

Vittorio’s eyebrow rose.

"Only first?"

"I prefer honest agreements."

A reluctant laugh left the Patriarch.

It was quiet, brief, but genuine.

Phei released his hand and leaned back.

Adriana’s soft, cold feet gave his cock one last series of long, deliberate strokes from base to tip, toes squeezing the swollen, leaking head with pure, sinful intent. She brought him right to the edge — so close that his cock throbbed violently against her soles and his thighs tensed hard — then slowly, carefully used her toes to tuck him back into his boxers, leaving him aching, unfinished, and soaked with precum.

She looked at him with that same saintly expression and quietly said:

"More coffee, Phei?"

Behind him, his long table remained alive with laughter and breakfast chaos. Before him, Vittorio Castellano returned to his coffee with more ease than he had possessed when Phei arrived.

Brett still had not touched his food.

The Dragon Dominance remained wrapped around him, patient and merciless, feeding the fear that would one day become the key to his soul.

And beside Phei, Adriana’s foot brushed lightly against his ankle once more — a private, wicked little reminder of what she had just done.

This time, Phei did not move his chair away.

He met her gaze.

Her lips curved with quiet, promise; Phei turned back toward her husband and reached for his coffee with the composure of a young man building a very healthy relationship with a very dangerous house.

Some battles required dragons while others required diplomacy.

Adriana, apparently, intended to make him survive both at the same table.

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