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)
“You’re so fucking greedy for it,” I growled as I ripped my lips from his. He groaned when I began leaving kisses along his jaw, and when I nipped at the skin just beneath his ear, he gasped, thrusting his cock against mine once more. “Don’t worry, mouse. I’m going to take care of you,” I promised.
Then, I dropped to my knees in front of him. His head snapped down, and his eyes widened in disbelief. I traced my finger along the edge of his belt buckle, arching a brow at him. “The moment I put your pretty little cock in my mouth, mouse, that’s it. You’re mine. There’s no fucking escaping me.”
“Until you kill me, that is?” he bravely asked, though his breathing was quickening. I could tell he was both afraid of me and desperately in need of me. His poor body couldn’t decide which it wanted. But that was okay. I’d make the decision for him.
I planned to make sure Maksim Arsenyev couldn’t fucking live without me.
“Nah, mouse. Not gonna kill you.” I leaned in and nosed along his zipper, making him shudder and gasp, his head falling back to rest against the tree trunk I had him pressed against. “I think I’ve suddenly changed my mind. You’re much more enticing as mine.” I lifted my eyes. “Tell me you want it, mouse. Tell me how bad you want your pretty cock in my mouth. Let me hear how desperate you are for me to fucking own you.”
He nodded and dipped his chin to look down at me once more. “Please.” His voice trembled on the single word. I arched my brow at him. I wanted more than just a simple little please. I wanted him so desperate for me, he was ready to shove aside his pride and give me everything I asked for.
“That’s it?” I murmured, leaning back on my heels. “If that’s it…” I made to stand, but he literally choked, his hands flying out to grip my shoulders. I lifted my head once more, looking up at him.
“Wait,” he begged. “I want it, Alfonzo. I want you. Please,” he begged. “I haven’t been touched in years, and you—you—” He shuddered. “If you walk away, I think I might die,” he confessed. “Please. I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking much. It’s wrong, and it’s absolutely fucking crazy, but I want you. Please.” That last please was a mere whisper. A broken plea for me to give him what he needed.
I hummed and turned my head to press a kiss to his inner arm. “Alright, mouse. I’ll give you what you need. But you know what this means, right?”
He drew in a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. His fingers flexed on my shoulders. “I’m yours.”
I smirked. “Good boy.” Then, I reached forward and began to undo his belt.
I was about to give my little mouse everything he desired and so fucking much more.
Ready or not, he was mine now.
Chapter Eight
Maksim
My breaths shuddered in and out of my lungs as Alfonzo opened my fly and lowered my briefs, letting my cock spring free. I was already leaking precum, so desperate for his mouth on me. This was wrong on so many fucking levels. He was the enemy. I was literally being told to eliminate him, but here I was, about to let him wrap his lips around my cock. Hell, if he told me he wanted to fuck me tonight, I’d probably plaster my chest to the ground and arch my ass into the air in invitation.
I was his. There was no denying it. He’d told me what would happen if I allowed this tonight. He’d warned me what would happen if I ran from him. Yet I’d run from him regardless, and here I was, about to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.
I’d grown up as a kid on the streets and had been taken in by the Bratva, much as many of the other soldiers had been. I’d never known love. Never had someone truly care about me. Certainly never had someone want me. But Alfonzo did.
Even if it might cost me my life at the hands of Anatoly or one of his men, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Having this for however long I did… it was fucking worth it.
I sucked in a sharp breath when Alfonzo’s lips wrapped around me. My knees damn near buckled. A long, low moan vibrated its way up my throat, and my fingers tightened on his shoulders. Unable to help myself, I slid my fingers into his hair—not to control him but just to hold onto him. Because my entire world was flipping on its axis. Alfonzo had barely touched me, and everything had already changed for me.
“F-f-fuck,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head when he did something magical with his tongue on the underside of my cock. My legs trembled. I tightened my fingers in his hair. “Holy fuck, Alfonzo.”