Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Fuck. Alex. I can’t let you do this.”
Rafe put a hand on my shoulder. “If Lorenzo put Nikolai in danger, or Remington let Henri—”
“That would never happen.” Remington’s voice was chilling.
“If,” Rafe said again. “You would do anything to protect them, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“We will do the same. We could end this. We could capture Ivanov, and you can do whatever you want to him.”
“After me,” Lorenzo said.
Rafe glared at him.
He huffed. “Fine, but I get a turn.”
“So do I,” Rafe said.
Alex shook his head. “You’re all scary.”
“Hadn’t you figured that out already?” Rafe asked.
“Yes, but…”
I couldn’t let them railroad me into this. “Alex, you’re not used to this. Please think about what you’re offering.”
“I need to do this. I need to show—”
“No, you do not need to show me anything. There is nothing for you to prove.”
“I need to prove it to myself.”
I needed an ally. “Remington, you’re very quiet.”
He sighed. “I don’t like this.”
“Do you think it will work?”
“Yes, I think it’s the best plan we’ve come up with, but I don’t want to put Alex in danger.”
“I’m asking to do this,” Alex said.
“That’s the only reason I would even consider it, but I need Dante on board to move forward.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and ran a hand through my hair. I’d sworn I’d protect Alex, but I’d already fucked that up. Ivanov had been right there following him. He could have been taken, and… I couldn’t even let myself think about what Ivanov would do to him. We had to end this. “He has to wear Kevlar.”
“Of course,” Rafe said.
I looked at Alex. “Are you sure?”
He held my gaze as he nodded.
“All right. We’re going to do this, but I want to know Alex is as protected as he can be.”
“We won’t let anyone hurt him,” Lorenzo said. I knew he would put his own life on the line, all of them would, just because Alex mattered to me.
We finished working through our plan, and Remington promised to let us know as soon as he learned anything about Mitch’s whereabouts.
When the door closed behind Rafe and Lorenzo, I turned to face Alex. I didn’t know whether to pull him to me and hold on tight, to yell at him, or to bend him over the closest object and fuck the hell out of him.
“I don’t like this.”
“I know. Let me see if I can make it better.” He sank to his knees in front of me and reached for the fastenings of my pants. “You’re angry. I’ve been bad. You can use me as hard as you want.”
Holy fuck, had anything ever been as hot as him looking up at me, offering me anything I wanted? “You’re putting yourself in danger. You know how I feel about that.”
“Yes, Professor.”
“I need to remind you how important it is for you to be my good boy.” He undid my pants and pulled my cock out. “Hands behind your back.”
Alex sucked in his breath.
“Do it.”
36
ALEX
Igrasped one of my wrists with the opposite hand and hoped I could keep my balance.
My heart pounded as I waited to see what Dante would do next. I’d sucked guys off before, but I had a feeling I hadn’t experienced anything like an angry Dante fucking my mouth.
He cupped the side of my face that was injured, though it wouldn’t have mattered. The stitches had dissolved, and it didn’t hurt anymore.
His hand was gentle, but his expression wasn’t. I knew how dangerous he was, how easily he could talk about torturing and killing someone, but I knew he would do anything to protect me, even if right now he intended to choke me with his cock.
“Open for me, Alex,” he said. “I’m going to use you. You’re going to take me all the way down your throat and enjoy it.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He took his cock in his other hand and rubbed it over my lips. My tongue snaked out to lick up the precum he smeared there.
“Wider,” he demanded
I opened more, and he pushed into me. I made him groan when I ran my tongue along his underside like I’d done in my fantasies. He pushed his cock in deeper, and I sucked him, loving the feel of him in my mouth, knowing I would be sore as hell by the time he was done, my jaw aching, my throat scratchy. But I wanted it. I needed it. I was doing this because I needed to be his.
“That’s good, baby. Take more.” He pulled out, then drove in further, and I gagged around him. He was so fucking thick.
“It’s okay. You’ll get used to it.”
I wasn’t sure that was true.
He fucked my mouth until I gagged and coughed, but I didn’t fight him. I kept my hands tightly behind my back, even as tears ran down my face.