His hand comes up, covering my mouth. “Just sex, Nikko.”
I slap his hand away, and his eyes blow wide. I’m betting nobody manhandles Zia, but I don’t care. “Which means right now, you’re mine,” I murmur. “Unless you want to go find someone else to fuck you.” His gaze narrows in irritation. “That’s what I thought.”
I slam deep inside him, and he cries out, his head hitting the floor. His neck bulges with tension, so I lean down and bite it, feeling the vibration of his cries as I hammer into his tight ass.
Desire flows over me, burning down my spine. Every inch of me is alight with this fierce need. My balls draw up as I release his throat and lean back on my heels. His eyes open, then he lifts his legs, giving me more room, his cock leaking all over his perfect, pretty abs. It’s such a fucking sight, I nearly come right there.
“Fuck, baby, look at you.” My voice is tight as I drag him off my cock quicker and harder. He takes it all, loving it. “Shit, if I had known this was what I was resisting that night, I never would have held back.I would have done everything to get you under me, even if you hated me after.”
“I wouldn’t have,” he admits, his voice tight. “Please, Nikko. I’m so close?—”
I tilt his hips, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his ass clenches around my cock. His orgasm tears through him, locking him up as his dick jerks and pumps his cum all over his stomach.
He’s too tight.
Too hot.
My release explodes out of me, and I thrust as deep as I can, feeling my cum flow into his pretty ass. My back arches, and I can’t see for a moment as pleasure takes everything away, and when I come back, he’s watching me with lazy, dark eyes. I fall forward, catching my body by placing my palms on either side of him so I don’t crush him.
His smile is slow but unchecked. “Feel free to test your research on me any time.”
I laugh and pull from his ass, making him groan. Reaching down, I slide my fingers through my cum then shove it back inside, sliding them as deep into him as I can so he will never get me out. When I roll to his side, I’m satisfied and so fucking happy, I can’t stop smiling, especially when he cuddles into me.
I stroke his hair as he speaks. “Today was stressful,” he says as he props his chin on my chest, and I look down at him. “That’s why I came.”
“Stressful?” I ask.
He hums, his eyes going far away. “So many meetings. It’s like navigating a disaster sometimes. Everyone wants something from me—money, land, support. It’s never ending, and before I knew it, I was coming here. I needed something real, something that didn’t require anything given.”
“You can always come here. I meant it, Zia. This can always be your retreat from the world.” He smiles, but his face still seems shadowed by the day, so I slap his ass. “Get up.”
“What? Why? I thought we might go again.” His cheeks tint, and I smirk.
“Later. First, we are getting your stress out.”
“That’s what I thought we were doing,” he says as I stand and offer him my hand. “Seriously, Nikko, where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” I arch my eyebrow, and he sighs.
“No.” He crosses his arms as he faces the ring. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Scared?” I taunt as I back toward it. He’s wearing a pair of my shorts. They are too big for him, but they’ll work for now. The gym is dark at this time, and I only turned on the pink neon light so he could see. I want him to feel safe so he can let go without being wary of prying eyes. Climbing into the ring, I lean into the rope. “I didn’t know Zia Xander was afraid of anything.”
“I’m not.” His nostrils flare, and he stomps over on bare feet. I part the ropes for him, help him climb in, then step back and run my gaze over him.
“You look good in my ring and in my clothes,” I murmur.
“Then let’s fuck instead of this,” he purrs, running his hand down my chest.
I stop it just before he reaches my crotch, knowing if anyone could sway me, it would be him. “Still no. Nice try though.” I throw gloves at him as I slip on the pads. “Come on, it will help. Trust me.”
“Fucking boxers,” he grouses as he straps on the gloves.
I’m betting Zia knows how to fight. I’m not stupid. I know his family name and connections. Everything he does isn’t exactly legal, and most people call him a mafia leader, but to me, he’s just Zia. Right now, though, pouting and half naked, he looks fucking adorable.
“Well?” he asks angrily.
Shaking off my stupor, I slap the pads together and move toward him.
