“Alek,” I whisper.
I know I shouldn’t. I feel the pull both away from him and to him, but the pull to him is far stronger.
“Our lives are on the line,” he reminds me.
“I know,” I whisper. I slowly lower myself down onto my knees on the floor.
“Your family is counting on me to see this job through. If I get caught…if we get caught…”
“I know.”
I look up at him while kneeling between his knees and feel my length throbbing inside of my pants.
I’m shadowed by him, and looking into his stormy eyes, I see guilt there that is mirrored by my own feelings. Yet, it’s different. It’s not quite the same.
“You don’t understand,” he tells me. “Living with myself after…” He shakes his head and closes his eyes.
“We already live with so much,” I say slowly. “Death, blood, fear, anger. What’s another thing?”
I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I slide my hands up onto his thighs and my eyes shift down to his lap. I see the outline of his cock in his pants and it makes my mouth water.
“What do you want from me?” he asks, his voice shaky.
A lump forms in my throat and for a second, I can’t find my voice. I want to answer him; I want to tell him exactly what I’vewanted practically since the moment I first saw him, perhaps even before I met him. What I’ve wanted from every single person I’ve been with but been unable to find in any satisfying way…
He slides a hand up into my hair and yanks my head back until I’m looking at him again, my eyes having wandered to the side.
“What do you want, Tommy?” His voice causes a shiver to run up my spine.
My lips part and I finally answer him. “I want you to dominate me,” I say without hesitation. “I want you to take me however you want, every single way that you want, and I want you to hurt me. Mark me. Make mefeelsomething.”
Alek’s eyes fill with recognition and a desire of his own. He leans down until his lips are almost touching mine.
“We don’t have much time,” he warns me.
“I’ll take whatever you give me,” I reply.
Alek yanks on my hair as he stands up from the bed and I groan in response. He pulls until I’m forced onto my feet but then he shoves me onto the bed.
“You’re going to be a good boy,” he tells me, his thick Russian accent making the words even more delicious.
I roll over onto my back, propping myself up on my elbows.
“Did I tell you to turn over?” he asks me. His eyes dark.
I smirk at him. “Make me.”
He climbs halfway onto the bed and grabs me by the throat. “You can’t even listen to me for this?” he asks. “You really do want to be hurt, don’t you? You sick fucking freak. You really liked me kicking your ass in that ring, didn’t you?”
Alek shoves my head down onto the bed and then pushes me over until I’m on my stomach again. I fight him slightly but he is stronger than expected.
“You liked it too,” I insist.
“Maybe I did. Maybe I like watching you bleed. Whine. Groan and grunt,” he tells me. I feel his hands grab my shirt and shove it up. The buttons at the front tear away from the holes and he grabs my arms, trying to pull them out of the sleeves as fast as possible. I hear stitches rip and if I weren’t so turned on by this, I might actually care. Only because I borrowed this suit.
My button-up shirt and jacket are tossed to the side on the floor and I hear as he takes his own off. When I look out of the corner of my eye, he’s rolling his sleeves up. His strong lithe forearms…they look so fucking good.
I groan as he straddles my lower back and places his hand on my shoulder blades.
