Page 18 of His Forbidden Alliance

I didn’t even know if he actually had a contact in the casino.

You could at least run the plan by Maria.

I could, or I could fuck Rafe and be done with it, then keep investigating the way Maria suggested in the first place. But I didn’t really believe that would work. The Theriots were the key one way or another; all my instincts told me so.

And you can use your cock to unlock Rafe, and everything he knows⁠—

No. I pushed those lurid thoughts of him from my mind as I quickly undressed and headed for the shower.

When the water was scorching hot, I stepped into the shower, wishing I could wash off everything to do with this case, including the feel of Rafe’s lip under my thumb. The way he’d looked at me had made my cock ache. Damn him.

I closed my eyes and pretended the woman I’d hooked up with after watching Rafe that night was on her knees, sucking me off. When that didn’t do much for me, I switched to a fantasy of pushing into her warm, wet pussy. She’d been so wild and so willing, but fantasy wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing. If I’d stayed in Rafe’s office, I wouldn’t have needed to pretend.

I’d barely managed to walk away from him tonight without more than a kiss. I was never that impulsive. Fucking on the job couldn’t be mindless; I couldn’t afford to lose myself in someone when my life was at stake.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to focus on anything but Rafe if I got him naked. I had a feeling he might be the best I’d ever had, which was an odd thing to imagine if I were actually straight.

My hand drifted down to my cock before I even realized it. I began stroking myself, once again imagining the hot girl I’d hooked up with, but that memory faded quickly, and a fantasy of kissing Rafe tonight replaced it.

Fuck. I spun the knob, turning the water all the way to cold.

I shivered as I squirted bodywash into my hand, but my cock stayed hard. Images of Rafe remained in my mind. I had to stop this. He was a mobster, a fucking criminal, my enemy, but I wasn’t going to get him out of my head until I came.

I shut the freezing water off and braced myself on the wall with one hand while I wrapped the other around my cock and gave in to the fantasy. I was the one sitting on Rafe’s desk now, and he was on his knees in front of me. He smiled up at me as he wrapped his lips around my cock.

I gripped his head, pulling him onto me, and he swallowed me down to the root. He didn’t fight or protest; he took my whole cock, gagging around me and never moving his gaze from mine.

I drove into him, using him roughly, as he gripped my ass, pulling me against him. He couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t going to stop.

There in my cold bathroom, my hand gripped my cock so hard it hurt as I imagined Rafe’s throat tight around it. I pressed my forehead against the tile. My thighs tightened and shook. I was right there. My fantasy was so fucking potent. I saw Rafe in front of me, tears running from his eyes, lips stretched, throat raw. One more stroke was all it took. I shot my load, wishing like hell it was really going down his throat. Would he swallow every drop? Would he beg for more?

I collapsed against the shower wall, barely able to keep my legs under me. Several minutes passed before I was steady enough to turn the shower on again and wash away the evidence, giving in to what I longed for, no matter how hard I was trying to resist.

8

RAFE

My hand shook as I picked up my phone. X was calling me. As far as I was concerned, the man was essentially a legend. I’d never spoken to him one-on-one, and I couldn’t believe I was about to now. How the hell did Dante pull this one off?

All he’d told me was that the one way around Remington was to call Xavier. I thought he was crazy, but he said the man owed him a favor, and he was calling it in, so I should expect a call.

“Hello.” I hoped I didn’t sound as shaky as I felt.

“Hello, Rafael. I understand you’re concerned about a man who’s been counting cards at your casino.”

My casino. He actually referred to it as mine, not Remington’s. I might be in love.

“Yes, sir, that’s right. I want to make sure he’s not connected to the Russians or anyone else I need to avoid.”

“Then I have good news. He’s not involved with Ivanov or any other family enemy.”

How had he found that out so fast? I hadn’t even given Dante any details about G. “Then who is he?”

“Just a con artist.”

That felt off. The man had to be more than the average trickster looking for the next win. “If that’s all, then he must be damn good at what he does.”

“He is. Too good. Keep your distance.”