“Lie back, mouse,” I commanded. My voice was rough, but fuck, I couldn’t help it. Not when he wasfinallylooking at me all needy again. Not when he wasfinallylooking at me like I was the sole reason for his existence.
He did as I instructed, and I reached down to undo the button on his jeans. His cock was already hard as steel when my knuckles grazed over it, and he moaned, his eyelids fluttering. “Alfonzo…” he whispered, my name like a prayer on his lips.
“I’m gonna take care of you, mouse,” I promised.
Hewhimpered, andChrist, my dick about damn near burst through my zipper. But for once, I wasn’t going to be selfish with him. I was going to get him off, and then, we were going to sleep for a little while, this time with him draped over me like he always slept when we were together.
Once his jeans and briefs were on the floor, I spread his thighs, then kneeled on the floor between them. His eyes widened at my position, but before he could say a word, I had his pretty cock in my hand and was already wrapping my lips around his tip.
He choked on a moan, and the fingers of his good hand speared into my hair. I sucked him slow and took him deep, using the hitches in his breathing and the moans and whimpers and whines he released as a map of how best to work him over. And when he finally came, he wascrying. Tears streaked down his handsome face, and he was sniffling.
I gathered him into my arms and softly kissed him. “I’m not always going to be that soft,” I warned him. “But you looked like you needed it.”
He nodded and curled against me. “You know me so well, it’s a little frightening,” he murmured as I wrapped the blanket around us and rested my back against the headboard. “But I like it.”
I hummed. “Get some rest, mouse. We go back to the real world when you wake up.”
“Where you’ll be my monster?” he teased.
I snorted a laugh. “Yeah, mouse. Where I’myourmonster again.” Because softness just wasn’t my thing. But for him, I could try sometimes.
Just sometimes though. Because me and Maksim? We were fucked up and twisted, andthatwas worked for us.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alfonzo
My phone was blaring out from the nightstand, ripping me from my sleep. Scowling, I snatched it up, my hand coming up to cradle the side of Maksim’s skull when he moaned in protest at being woken up. Rurik’s number was on the screen, and I quickly swiped to answer. If he was calling, he’d found something. He was like me and not much of one for talking on the phone otherwise, I could tell.
“Yeah?” I grunted, scraping my nails along Maksim’s scalp when he looked up at me through sleepy eyes that still managed to be pinched around the edges with worry, even when he wasn’t fully conscious and aware.
“Got him,” Rurik told me. “I need to know I won’t get a bullet through my skull if I ride into Martinez territory. If you can give me your word, I’ll hand deliver the son of a bitch to you. I’d just like to be present for his reckoning.”
“You’ve got my word,” I assured him as I eased out from beneath Maksim and slid off the bed. “I’ll make sure the gate guards let you through without issue. What’s your ETA?”
“Thirty minutes,” Rurik told me.
I hung up, then quickly called Niran. The phone was just about to begin the fourth ring when he answered, sounding out of breath. “I swear tofuck,” he snarled. I snorted a laugh. Ialwaysseemed to catch him at a bad time.
“I know you’re probably balls deep inside Bento, but we’ve got the mother fucker who tried to take Maksim out. Rurik is hand-delivering him. Need you to make sure all guards are aware he has permission to access the premises.”
“No, no—” I heard Bento complain. “Goddammit, Niran!” he barked, and I snickered.
“Watch your mouth, and I’ll get you off later,” Niran promised him. Then, his attention was back on me. “Give me two minutes to get dressed, and I’ll start taking care of things on my end. You need to wake Rico and let him know. He’ll reach out to Shaw for you.”
I hung up, then turned to face Maksim. “You want to shower, mouse? Rurik is delivering our perp now.”
He rubbed his eyes, and I had to admit, it was a bit adorable. “You’re not showering?”
I snorted and shook my head. “No sense in showering when I plan to get bloody,” I told him. “Pointless. But you can shower. I’ll help you. Just need to go talk to Rico real quick before I do.”
He nodded. “Yeah. Do you have clothes I can wear?”
I smirked. “You think I’d pass on the opportunity to see you wearingmyclothes, mouse? Of fucking course, I’ve got clothes you can wear. Give me five.” Then, I left the room, heading for Rico’s. It took him a minute to answer the door when I knocked, and when he opened it and saw me on the other side, he leaned his bare shoulder on the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest.
“This better be good,” he muttered.
I grinned, and when his brow arched, I knew I looked a little deranged. But who could blame me? I was finally going to take the life of the mother fucker who tried to kill my mouse. If Anurak had been on the receiving end of that bullet, Rico would be salivating for the kill. Which also meant he wasn’t judging me. Rico had never made me feel different for my blood-thirsty quirks.
