He snorted and glanced at me again. “It’s simple. I understand.”
I leaned down and nearly planted my lips on his, when the image of that asshole Donny from A Home for the Heart flashed through my mind. I’d talked to him when I was trying to find Ari—he was a piece of shit. I hated knowing he’d stuffed his cock between these sweet lips. I wanted them so bad, but the more I looked at Ari, the angrier I got.
“Did you blow that fucker at the shelter again?”
“No.” He gave me a bright smile. “I did what you said.”
I let go of his left hand to touch his mouth and traced his lips. “What is this for? You’re not trying to get me to do something.”
He shrugged and his smile never dimmed. “You want me for yourself. I like that.”
I grasped his wrist again and made sure both his hands were where I could see them—because it was safest that way—then slid my hips up until my hard cock nudged his and thrust. He strained against my hold on his wrists and whined, and I fucked against him until he was quivering and delicious sounds fell from his lips in a steady rhythm.
“I can’t stand the thought of someone like you, so perfect, sucking off one of those people whose face belongs over there in that box. People who deserve to have their blood drained from their bodies. That asshole Donny should be in ribbons. Those men are everyday nightmares I have to vanquish for the normal people who are too scared to do it on their own.”
“You’re wrong,” he panted.
I bent down and nipped at his earlobe, and he hissed, but his breath stuttered, and I thought he was getting close to coming in his pants.
“No, I’m not. You’re special. Better than everyone else.”
I picked up the pace and it felt sinful and wonderful. His cock swelled enough that I could feel it pulsing against mine, and then he cried out as he stiffened in my grasp and rutted against me, creating sex poetry.
“Did you come?” I couldn’t help the fondness in my tone because I loved that I’d done that to him.
He nodded. “You can fuck me if you want.”
“No, I can’t.” I let go of his wrists.
Ari was fast to shove me until I was up on my knees, and he slid a few feet away with his hands balled into fists at his sides.
“Why?”
“I’ll keep thinking of that man at the shelter. Touching you. Putting his cock in you.” I reached over and caressed his lips, and he bared his teeth but didn’t snap them at me. Adrenaline pelted through my veins when he sucked on my fingertip and set his teeth against my flesh. I could see the calculation in his eyes—he might decide to bite me. In the end, he kissed the tip of my finger. “These lips should only open for someone like me. I’m the same as you. Other men aren’t good enough to touch you.”
He let out a long breath and nodded. “But you are?”
“Yes.”
He frowned as if deep in thought. “Donny is a bad man. He does awful things to people and takes advantage of them.”
A sick thrill flooded my body. “I would sleep better, and be able to kiss and fuck you better, if he wasn’t breathing.”
He tilted his head. “You said no more killing.”
I tapped my finger on his nose. “I did, but I’m changing my order.” He visibly jolted at that word and another sharp rush of pleasure flooded my body. “No more random killing. You need to be smart. I know this city. I can keep you safe and tell you which people it wouldn’t be wise to slaughter.”
He whimpered. “And you would appreciate my work?”
I lifted his hands and kissed his knuckles one by one. “You’re talented and fearless and free. Your face is pretty and your body is sexy, but your soul is perfection.”
His mouth fell open and he lunged forward. I tensed because I thought I was about to get a knife driven into an important organ, but he only hugged me. I laughed as he shoved at me until I landed on my ass, and then he squirmed onto my lap. With a grin, he grasped my cheeks so I couldn’t look away from his intense eyes.
“How do you want me to kill him?” He wriggled on my hard-on.
I groaned and snagged his waist to hold him still. “I don’t want to stifle your creativity.”
He hummed. “Should I do it tonight?”
