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 groaned around me, his hands sliding around my thighs until he could grip my ass. He tugged me forward, forcing more of my cock down his throat, and I whimpered. My eyelids were heavy, wanting so badly to close my eyes and just lose myself in this moment, in him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Because even on his knees and worshiping me, there was no denying he still held all the control. That he owned me.
He lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on mine, and my balls drew up tight. Tingling began at the base of my spine. That eye contact was everything I fucking needed, and like a pubescent boy who just figured out getting off was something magical, I came. I didn’t even get a chance to warn him before I flooded his throat with my cum.
I couldn’t moan. Couldn’t make a single sound. I could barely breathe. My entire body shook, my fingers so tight in his hair, I was surprised I didn’t pull the strands right out. When he pulled off of me and tucked me back into my briefs, I fell to my knees in front of him, no longer able to hold myself up.
“Holy fuck,” I choked out.
“Mmm,” Alfonzo hummed. He cupped the side of my neck, then pressed his thumb beneath my chin to tilt my head up. Our gazes clashed, and my gut clenched, my cock threatening to rally again. Alfonzo didn’t look the least bit done with me. Instead, he looked feral. Like he was ready to rip my clothes off me and fuck me right there on the forest ground with the tree canopy and the moon as a witness to our treason.
“Alfonzo…” I breathed.
He groaned, then leaned in to kiss me. His tongue plunged into my open mouth, possessing me and staking his claim. I gripped his biceps, clinging to him as he wreaked havoc on my senses and obliterated my common sense. And when he gripped my hip and tugged me onto his lap, my soft cock pressing against his hard one, I moaned into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip the sides of his neck.
“We’re not leaving these woods until my cum is buried deep in your tight ass,” Alfonzo warned me.
My needy little noise surprised even me. He growled in response and pushed me back to lay flat on the ground before he moved over me, his lips molding to mine once more. It took only a little bit of grinding of his hips against mine for my cock to rally once more.
“You’re mine,” he snarled.
I nodded, fucking delirious in my need for him.
“Yours,” I agreed, panting. “Fuck me, Alfonzo.”
His snarl was both deadly and beautiful all at once, and that was all the warning I got before he began yanking my jeans down my legs.
Chapter Nine
Alfonzo
Iprided myself on being in control. In never losing my cool. I kept a level head, even in the most stressful of situations. I certainly didn’t lose my sanity over a fucking man.
Yet here I was, losing my goddamn mind over Maksim fucking Arsenyev.
I was feral as I practically tore his clothes from his lean body until he was naked on the forest floor, looking up at me with those pretty fucking blue eyes that I was quickly growing addicted to. He looked at me like I wasn’t the devil. Like I wasn’t his enemy. He looked at me like I hadn’t threatened to kill him one day. That I hadn’t threatened to torture him.
The moment he’d run from me, everything had changed. Like a flip had been switched inside of me, I knew I needed to own him. To make him mine in every fucking way I could. But to avoid him being killed and me going on a murderous rampage until I had to be put down too, I had to play this carefully.
Tonight, I was fucking him and marking him from the inside out. And after tonight, I’d figure out a way to bring him home. To take him from the Bratva and make him part of the Martinez family.
“Alfonzo…” he breathed, reaching for me.
I groaned, leaning down to kiss him. “I know,” I rasped before kissing him again because I just couldn’t fucking help myself. Forcing myself back onto my knees, I unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down just enough that my cock sprung free, bouncing up to smack my stomach. My boy’s breath hitched in his throat, and then, he was licking his lips, staring at me like he’d been walking in the desert for days and I was the first drop of water he’d seen.
How had I ever thought I’d be able to put a bullet in his skull when he looked at me like he worshiped me?