“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…likedbeing 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, hiscock. How thefuckthat 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’llbend 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 tonotlook at him like abitch in heat, as he called it, when he said things likethat?
“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, buttwofingers. 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 Imoaned. The sound was long and loud, and my cock leaked precum against the bathroom counter.
“Fuck, just look at you,” Alfonzo rumbled, resting his chin on my good shoulder. I lifted my eyes, meeting his in the mirror. My cheeks were already flushed, and my eyes were already getting that hazy look to them. “You submit to me so goddamn naturally, mouse. I’m addicted to it. Addicted toyou.”
I whimpered, spreading my thighs a bit. He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck before slipping his fingers out and pressing in with three. I choked on my breath, my ass squeezing around him, but then he did that magical thing again, and my head damn near lolled on my shoulders.Christ, he knew how to work me over so damneasily.
“You ready for my cock, mouse?” He reached around me and circled his fingers over my cock. I jerked, gasping. When he swiped his fingers over my hole, finding me slick with precum, he groaned. “Fuck yeah, you are. You’re fuckingleakingfor me.”
I barely had time to gather my thoughts between the time he slipped his thick fingers out of me and pressed in with his cock. I clutched at the counter, hissing a breath through my teeth when I abruptly remembered my shoulder when pain shot through it. Alfonzo banded his arm around me, locking my arm against my side, then pushed all the way in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, feeling a little panicky. I shook my head. He was so big. Too big. I couldn’tbreathe. “Alfonzo, I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growled, sucking at the skin of my throat after, which was definitely almost enough to distract me from the burning stretch. I shivered, then whimpered when the head of his cock grazed over my prostate. “There you are, mouse,” he whispered. “Look how well you take my cock.” Gripping my chin, he forced me to look in the mirror at the image of us together.My entire body was flushed, and my pupils were blown wide. “You weremadefor this. Made forme.”
I nodded, wholeheartedly agreeing with him. He groaned into my skin, the pushed the rest of the way inside of me. Then, with his arm banded around me still, he fucked me hard and fast, our bodies smacking together every time he pushed inside of me. And within a couple of minutes, I was coming completely untouched, my eyes rolling back in my head. Not even thirty seconds later, Alfonzo was following me over the edge, muttering something about me being his filthy little mouse as he spilled inside of me.
Chapter Fifteen
Alfonzo
Maksim watched as I smoothed the wash cloth over his skin, avoiding his injury. He’d been quiet since the fuck against the bathroom counter, but he was slowly coming out of that headspace I was so damn good at putting him in, his eyes becoming a little more alert with each passing minute. I was desperate to find out more about what happened to him since all I had to go on was Anatoly Balakin, just from what he’d said earlier, but I wasn’t enough of a bastard to just rip him out of the headspace he’d fallen into.
He shifted on his feet, then hissed. I looked up at him to find his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. He shot me a small, sort of shy smile that had something in me melting. “Ass is sore,” he explained. He looked down at himself, blinking in surprise. “Oh… all the blood is gone.”
“Mhm.” It was the first thing I’d gotten off of him. Seeing it kept sending me into a murderous rage, and it just made my anger even worse when I kept remembering I had nothing to go off ofso I could get fucking revenge. Whoever did this was going to eat my fucking fists.
Realizing my hand was clenched, I quickly loosened it, flexing my fingers before I gently turned him so I could wash the back of his thighs. “You in a good enough headspace to talk?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he quietly responded. “Um, Rurik woke me up at like three A.M. Told me to pack a bag and that he was getting me out of town. Someone found out you and I fucked, and they reported it back to Anatoly. Rurik overheard.”
Rurik Tarasov was Anatoly Balakin’s right hand man and a crazy mother fucker. He was a psychopath at his core, and his morals were even looser than mine, and I barely had any to begin with. Like me, anything on Rurik was swiped out of every system in the world. He barely existed according to any database that got searched. Which meant that he was Anatoly’s most dangerous weapon, just as I was Rico’s.
