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 pulledoff 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 lookedferal. 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’remine,” 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 himhome. 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 Ijust 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 heworshipedme?
I spit on my fingers, then pushed one of his legs back. Without needing to prompt him, he grabbed behind his other knee, pulling that leg back for me as well. I swirled my finger around his puckered hole, then let more spit trail from my tongue down to his hole before I pushed a single finger inside.
He sucked in a sharp breath, wincing. But then, I curled my finger just right, and hemoaned, his eyelids fluttering shut, his lips parting. I growled when he clenched around my finger, sucking me even deeper inside. Jesus fucking Christ, he was so tight and warm and IknewI wasn’t going to last very long once I was finally able to bury my cock deep inside of him.
“You’re so tight, mouse,” I rumbled, working my finger in and out of him. He trembled, gasping and moaning. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open to look up at me. His blue eyes were hazyand unfocused, and I snarled at the sight. He was so fucking pretty. So goddamn submissive. How had anyone thought he was prepared to take on a job of this caliber when it was so clear he needed tofolloworders and not be the one giving them? When it was so fucking clear he was out of his element when he was the one calling the shots?
“Want more,” he panted. “Please.”
I hummed, a slow smirk curving my lips. “You beg so prettily, mouse.” And because he did, I gave him another finger all while letting more spit drop from my tongue to his hole. Hewhined, opening his legs further for me. I groaned, watching as his cock leaked all over his flat stomach. He was so beautiful for me like this. So perfect and sofucking mine.
“I’m ready.” He looked up at me, his hazy eyes pleading and needy. “Please, Alfonzo.Please.”
“You’re not stretched enough, and we don’t have lube,” I told him, shaking my head. “You’ll bleed.”
A pathetic little sound bubbled up in his throat, something that was a mix between a sob and a whine. “I don’tcare. I need this. Please, Alfonzo.Please.”
Spit wasn’t going to cut it. He’d never be lubed enough with just spit… but I had a better idea.
