“You are crossing a line,” I whisper, low and dark in my throat.
I squeeze at his neck tighter and watch as a spark of something ignites in his eyes, hot and bright.
He let’s go of me and takes several steps back.
“You will tell me what I need to know,” he says and strikes me across the face. “When you’re not shitfaced.”
The strike across my face causes my dizzy head to go black for a second, and then I blink back into consciousness.
“You motherfucker,” I mumble.
“Drunk fucking bitch,” he murmurs.
I step closer to him and grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him even closer, until our noses are almost touching.
“Aleksandr. You will call me Aleksandr, and nothing else,” I tell him, looking right into his eyes.
I can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, and mine is too. The room is hot, and my skin beads with even more sweat.
“Get your hands off me or you’ll find out why Jake and Travi owe me,” Tommaso says with a low growl that causes goosebumps to form on the back of my neck.
I let go of his shirt and take a step back. My pants halfway undone, and a noticeable bulge that I try to ignore. My eyes shift down and I see that Tommaso is in the same state.
We’re like nasty savage animals.
A part of me begs me to clear the distance between us and do what I want to do, even though it makes no sense, but I don’t.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I point toward the door. “I will not tell you anything,Tommaso.”
His fists clench and he takes a step toward the door.
“You will. Don’t tell you I didn’t warn you,” he whispers just near my ear before disappearing out of the door.
I’m left panting softly for breath just inside the doorway. My head spinning and stomach tightening.
“Son of a bitch,” I mumble to myself before slamming the door closed and locking it. It won’t stop anyone who really wants in from getting in, but it’ll do for now.
My cock is aching.
Without even thinking I unzip my pants and I’m suddenly fisting my dick. I lean against the cold wall with my face nearly pressed up against it and stroke myself over and over again.
Everything is a blur, a disgusting and aggravating blur. The images in my head of carnal lust are confusing even to me in this moment, but they bring me over the edge faster than anything else has lately.
I spill over my own hand with several bucks of my hips and my breath leaving me. The last face in my mind his.
“Fuck.”
3
TOMMASO
Iwon’t be taking no for an answer. This I’m certain of even as I walk my ass out of the underground base and head back to my car. This Aleksandr Volkov might be a tough nut to crack, but I’ll be cracking him. I’m sure of it.
I need answers, and he’s the man who can give them to me. The only thing I’m not sure of is when.
Carmine can’t find out about this, not until he’s willing to listen to me and my side of things, and that seems like it’s not anytime soon.
Especially as he seems to be finding things to distract me. Giving me something else to do.
