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)
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, mouse?” Alfonzo asked, his voice low. Dangerous. A chill raced down my spine, and every alarm rang in my head, blaring so damn loudly, I was surprised my ears didn’t begin ringing. Red flags began waving in my mind, warning me I was in extreme danger.
“Home,” I snapped. “I’m not doing this shit with you any longer tonight. And I’ll be sure to let Anatoly know you think I’m no match for you and you’re bored—”
I sucked in a sharp breath when he suddenly gripped my arm and spun me around to face him. A grunt pushed from my chest when he roughly slammed me back against a tree, his dark eyes narrowed on my face. “I didn’t fucking say I was done, now did I, mouse? I warned you there would be consequences if you ran. I told you I’d give chase. And now that I’ve caught you…”
His voice trailed off, and at the same time, my heart skipped beats before tripping over itself in its rush to begin racing double-time. I trembled, sweat beading along my skin.
“What…” I croaked before roughly clearing my throat. “What are you planning, Aguado?”
A slow, cold smirk tilted his lips. “I’m taking my prize, mouse.”
Then, his lips met mine in a kiss that was hard, bruising, and punishing…
And all at once, everything inside of me fucking melted.
Chapter Seven
Alfonzo
Kissing Maksim was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He was a drug. An aphrodisiac. One hit, and I knew I’d never be able to quit him. My fucking entire world flipped on its axis, and something inside my brain snapped.
I had to own him. Make him mine. I wanted to slice open my skin and bury him inside my ribcage so he’d never be able to escape me.
My fingers slid behind his neck, and I gripped him tightly, kissing him harder. Deeper. Fucking attempting to devour him. When he sighed and his lips parted, I dove inside, tasting him. Learning every curve of his sweet, addictive mouth and memorizing it. He was soft and warm, everything I never could be. And when his tongue tentatively touched mine, I growled, my fingers turning bruising in their pressure as I held him tighter.
“Fucking hell,” I snarled, forcing myself to pull back for a beat so we could both suck oxygen into our lungs. Maksim’s lips were kiss-swollen and red, glistening just the slightest bit. Unable to help myself, I stroked my thumb over his bottom lip, my stomach tightening. My cock flexed behind my zipper.
I needed to have him. To be inside of him. To mark him as mine so the rest of the fucking world knew who he belonged to.
“What…” he breathed, blinking up at me with those big blue eyes that I was quickly becoming entranced by. They were such a startling shade of blue—like a frozen lake in the middle of winter. So icy yet welcoming at the same time. A sure sign that despite the world he’d immersed himself in, there was an innocence to him that could never be eclipsed.
It was an innocence I planned to protect… all while I fucking wrecked him.
We weren’t leaving this forest until I fucked him. Until I bred him. He wouldn’t be heading back to the Bratva’s compound until my cum was leaking out of him, reminding him of who the fuck owned him.
“You made a grave mistake letting me kiss you,” I warned him, my voice a mere rasp. His eyes widened the slightest bit, and he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing. I ground my teeth together, resisting the urge to lean in and sink my teeth in. Fuck, I was damn near feral in my need to keep him.
“Why… why’s that?” he managed, his voice strained.
I leaned in, and just because I couldn’t goddamn help myself, I kissed him again. My tongue delved into his mouth, and he whimpered, parting those perfect fucking lips for me to welcome me. God, he had no fucking idea what he was doing to me. I was going to be absolutely detrimental for his health, and I didn’t fucking care.
He sank into me, and almost tentatively, his hands landed on my shoulders. They curled over the breadth of them before he trembled and slowly slid them down my biceps. There, he clung, his fingers biting into my skin as he tugged me closer.
I was so fucking gone. If he wanted me closer, he’d fucking have it.
I pressed hard against him, and he moaned when our cocks pressed together. He shuddered and pushed his hips forward, rubbing against me, and fucking hell, I was desperate for more. I needed to see him lose himself in me. To beg and plead and cry as I took him apart piece by fucking piece until he was nothing more than a little broken toy for me to put back together as I pleased so he wanted nothing more than me.