Page 50 of His Forbidden Alliance

He glared at me. “You know that’s not my name, and I don’t do that.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want, and you’re going to learn to do it now.” I’d given him so much, been so vulnerable in front of him, I had to regain some of that power now.

He held my gaze as he slowly sank to the floor. Without me having to order him, he pulled my sweats down and wrapped a hand around my cock. A few strokes were all I needed to be hard as steel. Fuck, he was everything I wanted.

“Have you ever sucked off a man?” He shook his head, and I smiled. “Good. I like being your first. Go on, take my cock in your mouth.” I loved being fucked, but I wanted a man who’d give me pleasure however I wanted it.

He gripped my cock tighter and swiped his tongue over the tip, groaning as he swallowed down a drop of precum.

Fuck, I might not last more than a few minutes, and I’d just come as he fucked me on the counter. I wasn’t going to survive this man.

He ran his tongue along the underside and smiled up at me, then took me deeper than I expected. When he pulled his lips along my length, sucking hard, I couldn’t hold back a gasp.

Had he practiced, or was it a God-given talent? There was nothing clumsy or unsure about the way he pleasured me, pumping the base of my cock as he bobbed his head along the length, using his tongue and a slight scrape of teeth, just enough to make me tense. Holy shit!

I wished I could lean on something. My knees were already wobbly. I slid my fingers into Zach’s hair and gripped the side of his face. “More.” I thrust deeper, and he took it. I could see the anger in his eyes when he looked up at me, but he was willing to pay the price. To let me fuck his mouth. To let me damage him if I wanted to.

Suddenly, I didn’t. I wanted… fuck. I wanted to haul him to his feet and kiss him and then take him to my bedroom, get on my hands and knees, and have him fuck me again. I pushed him away and stepped back. “That’s enough.”

He sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the fuck, Rafe?”

“You should go.”

“Now? With you…” He gestured toward my dick, which was still very into the idea of fucking his face and coming down his hot, tight throat. But my mind was spinning, and my heart was… nothing. My heart wasn’t involved. It couldn’t be, though the way it was pounding told a different story.

“I’m tired.”

“Right.”

“Come to my office tomorrow. We’ll find the fucker who’s working for Ivanov. Together.”

Zach frowned. “Are you all right?”

I pulled up my pants, willing my cock to stop begging me to change my mind. “No, and neither are you. Now, go.”

“I’m not sure what this game is.”

“I wanted to see if you’d do it. You did.”

“And you loved it.”

I shrugged. “Sure, it was okay.”

“Fuck off.” He ran his hands through his hair and looked around for his jacket. “I’ll have to call an Uber. You seem to be all out of functioning vehicles.”

Why hadn’t I thought of that? I grabbed my phone and sent a text.

“Your ride will be here in about thirty seconds.”

“You think I’m getting in the car with one of your mafia goons?”

“He’s a very nice man when he isn’t killing people. He’ll take you home.” I needed to know Zach was safe, even if I couldn’t be around him any longer without melting down.

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m supposed to trust you.”

“I won’t hurt you. I give you my word on that.”

He was silent for a moment as he studied me, and then he dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “I won’t hurt you either. Unless you ask for it.”