Chapter 7
ZACH
Someone followed me as I drove home. I was ninety percent certain it was security guards from the casino, so I did only minimal work to avoid them.
I had no doubt Rafael would do everything he could to check out my identity, and I hadn’t tried to make it all that hard to find out where I was living.
I was trusting Maria to create a watertight identity for me, though I did worry that was impossible to do when up against a family like the Theriots. They would have resources even better than what the bureau had. I needed to work quickly to figure out who at the casino was involved with Ivanov.
After meeting Rafael, I no longer thought he was involved, but I couldn’t know for sure, not yet.
The idea that there was a link to the Theriots was set in my mind, but I was willing to accept that they were working to eliminate Ivanov, just like I was.
If so, continuing my seduction of Rafael could give me the in I needed.
I thought about how it had felt to slide my hands along his thighs, to step in between them, tease him, touch him. The moment my thumb made contact with his lip, my whole body became electrified. And that fucking kiss. I’d never felt so much so fast with anyone of any gender.
Rafael was full of himself and confident in his family’s power—a family I’d vowed to bring down—but I’d work with him if I had to.
And you’ll enjoy it.
Only if I got to make him pay when I was done.
Or if you turn him over his desk and fuck him into submission.
No.
You want him.
I did not want him. I wanted what he could do for me, and I still didn’t know if he was involved.
Do you really think he sells children? After talking to him, after kissing him?
No. Fuck. Kissing him was a terrible idea.
Because you like him.
No. He was just…
Hot.
Fuck. What if I was wrong? What if he was involved?
My gut told me it wasn’t him, but what if he’d seduced me with his charming smile and his flirting, but how could he even do that unless…
Was I gay or bi? If not, why did I find him so intriguing?
Why did I want to kiss him, to touch him, to fuck him?
I needed to stop pretending I didn’t. Lying to myself wasn’t going to help anything.
I’d always noticed hot guys, but didn’t everyone?
I’d had a few mutual jerk-off sessions with a guy in college, but we were bored and messing around. That didn’t mean anything.
Jesus, this was insane. I was supposed to hate him and his criminal family, but there was a warmth to him that I’d never seen in men like Ivanov.
Rafael was dangerous, a criminal who had no remorse, but he wasn’t part of Ivanov’s sick industry.
Assuming I was right about all that, would he work with me?
Suggesting an alliance could be a death sentence. If the Theriots found out I was FBI, they’d carve me into pieces, and no one would ever find my body.
Still…
Just fuck him if you want to.
That wasn’t an option, unless there was no other way to lure him in.
The less I got involved with him, the better, and I didn’t only want to fuck him. I wanted to hurt him, to punish him. What would he do if I tried?
He could take what you want to give, what you’re afraid to do with most partners.
I shook my head. I couldn’t let myself think about that.
Even if my undercover role needed to include sex, it couldn’t be more than basic need fulfillment.
Yet I knew Rafe would demand more than that to seal the bargain.
He could have anyone he wanted, man or woman; I know that well enough.
I’d followed him for days before I approached Maria with my plan.
I’d watched him fuck a woman in the back seat of his car in the parking lot of a filthy bar.
I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off them.
He’d made sure she enjoyed every second of her time with him despite the crude setting.
What was I even doing? Was I really serious about making an alliance with him? Talk about high-stakes gambling.
When have you ever gotten what you wanted without risks?
I’d put my life in danger plenty of times, but I hadn’t had a choice.
Do you have a better idea to get more information? Every time you get close to Ivanov, you lose him.
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.