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)
“Let’s get a shower,” Alfonzo said as he shut the door behind him. “And then, we’ll talk about what the hell happened to you.”
Blowing out a soft breath and ignoring the pang in my chest at the knowledge my family had turned their backs on me, I nodded and headed for the bathroom.
I was more than likely losing the Bratva, but at least I had Alfonzo. I’d cope… somehow.
Chapter Fourteen
Maksim
Iwas still shirtless from Nicholas repairing my shoulder to the best of his abilities, so I at least didn’t have to deal with that issue of getting undressed. But as I tried to slip my sweats and briefs down my legs and toe out of my shoes, I kept getting twinges of pain in my shoulder when I bent or moved the wrong way.
Being shot was such a pain in the fucking ass.
“Here,” Alfonzo grunted. “Stand up straight.” I did as he ordered, watching as he grabbed the band of my sweats and briefs to tug them the rest of the way down my legs. Bracing my good hand on the counter, I stepped out of them, watching as he kicked them aside before peeling my socks off.
“Can this get wet?” I asked. If Nicholas had said it could, I’d obviously missed it. But I was still a bit loopy from the pain meds, so I knew I’d missed a good bit.
Alfonzo shook his head. “Not until he sees you again in a week, at the very least. But those bandages are waterproof, and I’ll be careful not to get them wet. But you’ve still got dried blood on you, and I need to get it off.” His words turned into almost a mere growl, barely decipherable. “Fucking makes me… angry,” he finally settled on, though I didn’t think that word was enough to describe the clear storm raging inside him.
“I think it was Anatoly,” I said quietly. Alfonzo jerked his eyes up from his jeans to meet mine. His fingers paused, every bit of his attention locked on me. A shiver rolled down my spine at the dangerous gleam in his eyes, but I wasn’t afraid. Not of him. I would have been at one time, but if there was anything I’d come to learn about Alfonzo since meeting him, it was that he was territorial and possessive of his things. And I’d somehow become one of those things.
I didn’t mind it. I… liked being owned by Alfonzo.
“Keep talking,” Alfonzo finally said. He hurried to strip, and fuck, it was hard to think when he put his perfect body on display. He was all bronze skin with hair dusting his chest and belly. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. And the V of his hips damn near made me drool. I had to glance in the mirror to make sure I actually wasn’t. And those arms—fuck. They were corded with muscles and thick.
And goddamn me, his cock. How the fuck that thing had fit inside me, I’d never know. He was girthy and long, proportionate with his body size. Saliva pooled on my tongue, and it took me a moment to remember how to swallow.
“You’re looking at me like a bitch in heat,” Alfonzo rasped, his voice low and throaty. “I need you to cut it out, mouse, or I’ll bend you over that damn sink, injured or not. I don’t have much restraint when it comes to you.”
Jesus. How did he expect me to not look at him like a bitch in heat, as he called it, when he said things like that?
“Mouse…” he warned.
I swallowed thickly. “I wouldn’t mind.”
His growl was feral, and my cock hardened so fast when he erased the tiny bit of distance between us. I swayed on my feet. His hand latched around my throat like a collar, and then, he was kissing me, stealing the breath from my lungs and wreaking havoc on every single one of my senses. I moaned into the kiss, my good hand coming up to curl around the back of his neck.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Alfonzo rasped against my lips as he yanked open one of the bathroom cabinet drawers. A moment later, I heard a lid snap open, and a tingle of anticipation started at the base of my spine.
I was sort of addicted to how Alfonzo didn’t treat me like a baby. He didn’t coddle me. And he wasn’t afraid to be rough with me or take what he wanted, regardless of my injuries.
He spun me around to face the mirror, and then, his slick fingers were probing at my hole, not wasting a beat. I gasped, and my chin dropped to my chest as he pressed in with not one, but two fingers. My lips parted, and I winced, hissing a pained breath through my teeth at the abrupt stretch, but then, Alfonzo was stroking the pads of his fingers over that bundle of nerves inside of me, and I moaned. The sound was long and loud, and my cock leaked precum against the bathroom counter.