Zoro scowled at me. “No,” he snapped. “If not for the whole family literally calling a fucking truce to find out who did this to Maksim because hesurvived. He shouldn’t have.”
I shook my head. “You’re right. He shouldn’t have. It’s a miracle he got to me in time.” Standing, I pulled my knife from my boot. The handle was made of bone—particularly from the bone of the first person I’d killed for Rico. He’d had it specially crafted just for me. The blade was wickedly sharp. It sliced through skin like it was butter, and I couldn’t wait to use it on Zoro.
“Oh, the family doesn’t have the balls to do their own kill?” Zoro snarled, looking at Rurik.
“Incorrect,” Rurik assured him. “Youwouldbe our kill if you hadn’t gone after Maksim, who now belongs to Alfonzo. Because of that, you’re Alfonzo’s kill. I’m merely here to watch and be proof to Anatoly that you’ve been taken care of.”
“FuckAnatoly,” Zoro spat.
Rurik laughed. “Trust me, kid, he’s not interested. He may like dick with his pussy, but you’re not his type.”
I snorted and tapped the end of my blade beneath Zoro’s chin. “Well, you spilled the beans, which means I don’t have to work so hard to make you talk. Not sure if you did it to try to prevent being tortured, but guess what? I don’t care because I don’t play fair. You fucked with what’s mine, Zoro, and now, I’m not going to stop splitting you open until I’m smeared in your blood.”
His face paled, and I cackled. And then, I began the first cut of many, slicing through his skin, peeling open his veins, and watching his blood spurt all over me and leak onto the floor. I was silent as I worked, taking him apart efficiently but carefully. Turning him into my own little piece of bloody artwork.
By the time I was done, I was stained in his blood, the crimson coloring my skin and the front of my clothes. My boots were ruined, but that was fine since I was overdue for a new pair anyway.
Turning, I looked at my mouse. His pupils were blown wide, and his cheeks were flushed despite the chilling temperature of the room. My cock hardened so goddamn fast, the breath was stolen from my lungs. I knew that lookwell. My mouse saw something he liked—me—and he wanted menow.
“We need the room,” I ordered, my eyes never leaving Maksim’s. “Niran, I’ll shoot a text when I’m ready for clean up.”
The smirk he shot me, which I caught out of the corner of my eye, was all-knowing. Rurik dipped his chin at me, leaving with everyone else until it was just me, Maksim, and the dead, butchered mother fucker who tried to take him from me.
I took a step toward Maksim, and his breath hitched. I smirked, something primal and dark surging within me. “You need something, mouse?” I taunted, my voice low.
He licked his lips. “Am I crazy?”
I grinned. “A little,” I admitted. I gripped the front of his hoodie in my bloody fist and dragged him closer—so close our cocks bumped together and our chests were plastered to each others. Hewhimpered. “But that’s okay, mouse. I’m fucking insane, too.” And then, I kissed him, my tongue plunging into his mouth so I could fuckingownhim with the blood of our enemy coating my skin.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Alfonzo
As soon as the door was shut upstairs, Maksim dropped to his knees, looking up at me expectantly. I groaned and gripped his chin, my fingertips pressing into his jaw hard enough to bruise. But damn, he just leaned into my touch like hecravedmy brutality and the way I hurt him. And fuck me if I didn’t want to give him everything he craved, no matter how deranged it might be.
“What do you want, mouse?” I asked, my voice raspy and low. The way he was looking at me, all submissive and needy, had my cock ready to just punch through my fucking zipper.
He swallowed thickly. “I want to suck your cock,” he murmured. “Please.”
Fuuuuck. The way he said please, like heneededmy cock on his tongue and down his throat, had me growling.
“You think I’d deny you?” I asked, releasing his chin so I could undo my jeans. I pushed them down to right beneath my ass,just enough for my cock to be freed. Maksim moaned, and I wasn’t even inside of him yet.Christ. “You never have to ask for my dick, mouse. You can just take it whenever you want.”
He shuffled forward on his knees, then buried his nose at the base of my cock, right near my balls, and justinhaled. I groaned, my hands coming down to cradle his head. When he flicked his tongue out, licking at my balls, I moaned low in my throat. I was a goddamn goner when he sucked one into his mouth, then the other. My legs trembled, and I sucked in a sharp breath when he skimmed the tip of his nose along my length before wrapping his lips around my tip.
“Fuck, mouse,” I growled, my hands tightening around his head. His buzzed hair tickled my palms as he began to bob back and forth, moaning and whining around me all while he rocked back and forth in tiny, aborted thrusts on the floor. If he came in his pants just from getting me off, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
The blowjob was wet and sloppy and noisy, and I couldn’t get enough of it. It took every ounce of my restraint to let him service me rather than me taking over and driving my cock down his throat. I’d let him suck my cock for a while, but I wasn’t coming. Not yet. I had no plans of coming until I was sinking in his tight ass and couldbreedhim.
“You’re so good at this,” I rasped, watching him through slitted eyes as he slurped noisily on my shaft. “Fuckinglookat you. Such a whore for my cock. You’re drooling for it, mouse.” And hewas. His chin and neck were damp. He was an absolute mess and had never looked more like a piece of artwork, especially with blood smeared on his chin and his scalp.
I couldn’t wait to smear Zoro’s blood over the rest of him.
Groaning, I pulled back, precum leaking from my tip when Maksim whined in protest, his good hand coming up to grip my jeans, like he could hold me in place and get what he wanted. And while I normally had no qualms about giving him my cock, I had something better in mind for both of us.
“Easy, mouse,” I murmured as I strode behind him. I kneeled in the blood puddle beneath my feet, then reached around Maksim to tug his sweatpants down to bare his ass and free his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath when my blood-dampened fingers wrapped around his cock and stroked.
“Alfonzo…” he breathed.
