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)
He wasn’t my mouse. I wanted my needy man back. The one who gave me those pleading looks, even when he tried to hide how desperately he wanted my touch. The one who wanted to be so close to me, he may as well be buried beneath my skin. Instead, he was just… existing. He wasn’t seeking me out.
I didn’t fucking like it.
Maksim slowly lifted his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were hollow and empty. With a growl, I gripped the side of his neck and tugged him forward. He stumbled, his hand coming up to plaster to my chest so he could catch his balance. But those pretty eyes of his widened, and his pupils dilated. There he was. My perfect little mouse.
“You’ve been too quiet today, mouse,” I rumbled. He swallowed thickly, and I couldn’t help but stroke my thumb over his protruding Adam’s apple. “I don’t like it when you pull away from me.”
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I just…” He swallowed again and licked his lips, like he was trying to figure out how to put what he was feeling into words. “I don’t like not understanding what’s happening around me. It makes me feel like I did when I was homeless and barely surviving. Like I did before Rurik found me.”
I slowly walked him backward toward the bed. His breathing quickened just the tiniest bit, but I picked up on it. When it came to Maksim, I noticed everything. My brain was fine-tuned to pick up on all his frequencies. I hadn’t been kidding when I said he was perfect for me. I’d even go as far to say he was created solely for me. Because there was no fucking other explanation as to why I was so drawn to him, so fucking connected to him.
The back of his knees hit the mattress, and his eyes snapped up to mine once more. “What—” He sucked in a sharp breath when I gently pushed him to sit down. That damn tongue of his licked over his lips once more, and I gritted my teeth. If he didn’t stop doing that, this was going to turn from me giving him orgasms to me shoving my cock down his throat and making him choke on it.
“Lie back, mouse,” I commanded. My voice was rough, but fuck, I couldn’t help it. Not when he was finally looking at me all needy again. Not when he was finally looking at me like I was the sole reason for his existence.
He did as I instructed, and I reached down to undo the button on his jeans. His cock was already hard as steel when my knuckles grazed over it, and he moaned, his eyelids fluttering. “Alfonzo…” he whispered, my name like a prayer on his lips.
“I’m gonna take care of you, mouse,” I promised.
He whimpered, and Christ, my dick about damn near burst through my zipper. But for once, I wasn’t going to be selfish with him. I was going to get him off, and then, we were going to sleep for a little while, this time with him draped over me like he always slept when we were together.
Once his jeans and briefs were on the floor, I spread his thighs, then kneeled on the floor between them. His eyes widened at my position, but before he could say a word, I had his pretty cock in my hand and was already wrapping my lips around his tip.
He choked on a moan, and the fingers of his good hand speared into my hair. I sucked him slow and took him deep, using the hitches in his breathing and the moans and whimpers and whines he released as a map of how best to work him over. And when he finally came, he was crying. Tears streaked down his handsome face, and he was sniffling.
I gathered him into my arms and softly kissed him. “I’m not always going to be that soft,” I warned him. “But you looked like you needed it.”
He nodded and curled against me. “You know me so well, it’s a little frightening,” he murmured as I wrapped the blanket around us and rested my back against the headboard. “But I like it.”
I hummed. “Get some rest, mouse. We go back to the real world when you wake up.”
“Where you’ll be my monster?” he teased.
I snorted a laugh. “Yeah, mouse. Where I’m your monster again.” Because softness just wasn’t my thing. But for him, I could try sometimes.
Just sometimes though. Because me and Maksim? We were fucked up and twisted, and that was worked for us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alfonzo
My phone was blaring out from the nightstand, ripping me from my sleep. Scowling, I snatched it up, my hand coming up to cradle the side of Maksim’s skull when he moaned in protest at being woken up. Rurik’s number was on the screen, and I quickly swiped to answer. If he was calling, he’d found something. He was like me and not much of one for talking on the phone otherwise, I could tell.