Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Fuck, just look at you,” Alfonzo rumbled, resting his chin on my good shoulder. I lifted my eyes, meeting his in the mirror. My cheeks were already flushed, and my eyes were already getting that hazy look to them. “You submit to me so goddamn naturally, mouse. I’m addicted to it. Addicted to you.”
I whimpered, spreading my thighs a bit. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck before slipping his fingers out and pressing in with three. I choked on my breath, my ass squeezing around him, but then he did that magical thing again, and my head damn near lolled on my shoulders. Christ, he knew how to work me over so damn easily.
“You ready for my cock, mouse?” He reached around me and circled his fingers over my cock. I jerked, gasping. When he swiped his fingers over my hole, finding me slick with precum, he groaned. “Fuck yeah, you are. You’re fucking leaking for me.”
I barely had time to gather my thoughts between the time he slipped his thick fingers out of me and pressed in with his cock. I clutched at the counter, hissing a breath through my teeth when I abruptly remembered my shoulder when pain shot through it. Alfonzo banded his arm around me, locking my arm against my side, then pushed all the way in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, feeling a little panicky. I shook my head. He was so big. Too big. I couldn’t breathe. “Alfonzo, I can’t—”
“You can,” he growled, sucking at the skin of my throat after, which was definitely almost enough to distract me from the burning stretch. I shivered, then whimpered when the head of his cock grazed over my prostate. “There you are, mouse,” he whispered. “Look how well you take my cock.” Gripping my chin, he forced me to look in the mirror at the image of us together. My entire body was flushed, and my pupils were blown wide. “You were made for this. Made for me.”
I nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him. He groaned into my skin, the pushed the rest of the way inside of me. Then, with his arm banded around me still, he fucked me hard and fast, our bodies smacking together every time he pushed inside of me. And within a couple of minutes, I was coming completely untouched, my eyes rolling back in my head. Not even thirty seconds later, Alfonzo was following me over the edge, muttering something about me being his filthy little mouse as he spilled inside of me.
Chapter Fifteen
Alfonzo
Maksim watched as I smoothed the wash cloth over his skin, avoiding his injury. He’d been quiet since the fuck against the bathroom counter, but he was slowly coming out of that headspace I was so damn good at putting him in, his eyes becoming a little more alert with each passing minute. I was desperate to find out more about what happened to him since all I had to go on was Anatoly Balakin, just from what he’d said earlier, but I wasn’t enough of a bastard to just rip him out of the headspace he’d fallen into.
He shifted on his feet, then hissed. I looked up at him to find his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. He shot me a small, sort of shy smile that had something in me melting. “Ass is sore,” he explained. He looked down at himself, blinking in surprise. “Oh… all the blood is gone.”
“Mhm.” It was the first thing I’d gotten off of him. Seeing it kept sending me into a murderous rage, and it just made my anger even worse when I kept remembering I had nothing to go off of so I could get fucking revenge. Whoever did this was going to eat my fucking fists.
Realizing my hand was clenched, I quickly loosened it, flexing my fingers before I gently turned him so I could wash the back of his thighs. “You in a good enough headspace to talk?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he quietly responded. “Um, Rurik woke me up at like three A.M. Told me to pack a bag and that he was getting me out of town. Someone found out you and I fucked, and they reported it back to Anatoly. Rurik overheard.”
Rurik Tarasov was Anatoly Balakin’s right hand man and a crazy mother fucker. He was a psychopath at his core, and his morals were even looser than mine, and I barely had any to begin with. Like me, anything on Rurik was swiped out of every system in the world. He barely existed according to any database that got searched. Which meant that he was Anatoly’s most dangerous weapon, just as I was Rico’s.
Smart men didn’t make their weapons well known.
“Rurik did this?” I asked. If he did, it’d be harder to take him out, but it could be done. A man like me stopped at absolutely nothing to get what they wanted.