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I wanna be your slave
Andrey
We followed my boss and Capulet to his house and then went to talk to the men guarding the area.
Everything seemed in order. There was no trace of the black car that had threatened Koroleva.
As I had my suspicions, I asked one of the guys to contact Massimo”s assistant who was at the wedding helping with the preparations. They got tangled up during the ceremony, and that gave us an extra pair of eyes inside the Capulet villa.
According to my man, Massimo went straight from the residence to the golf course, so it was impossible for him to reach the housing estate, camouflage himself, and chase Nikita with a gun.
That didn”t exonerate him, because the car could have been driven by one of his thugs. The only thing I knew was that my boss”s father-in-law didn’t wield that gun.
I collected the bullets from inside the vehicle before taking the Bugatti for repairs. Nikita wanted to know who was behind the shooting, and I wasn”t going to stop until I found the person who almost took her life.
”Let”s grab some beers,” murmured Aleksa. The Croatian-Colombian really got on my fucking nerves. He pushed me to the limit, and I didn”t like that.
”I don”t want to have anything with you,” I responded gruffly.
”Great, then I”ll drink for both of us, since all that discharge has left me dry.”
I nearly cracked my jaw clenching it, because of the sexual connotation of his comment. I didn”t take my eyes off the dark road, I couldn”t, because what my body wanted was to take control of the vehicle, swerve and unleash.
He drove past the entrance to the housing estate, and with total audacity, told me he was going down to the AP-7 to go to Estepona. Did he care about my protests? No. Why would my opinion matter to him? As always, he was going to do whatever he felt like because he was driving and because, deep down, even though I didn’t want to admit it, I didn’t think I could fall asleep yet, not after what happened against the tree.
What a fucking mess!
He reached for the radio power button and turned it on, glancing at me sideways.
”Any objections to me putting on some music now? Or do you also want to listen to the buzzing of twerking ladybugs?” he challenged.
”You”re not going to provoke me. Play whatever the hell you want and leave me alone.”
”How irritable! If I didn”t know you a bit, I”d say you need to unload,” he paused dramatically, earning my murderous gaze. ”The bad temper, I mean.”
”Drive and shut up. Whatever I do or say, you”re going to ignore it.”
”I see you”re getting to know me, Russian. I like that, and my balls like you too.” I snorted without missing his roguish smile.
Aleksa was a real nuisance, especially because he had the qualities that usually made me notice a man.
He was dark-haired, athletic, with the kind of class I lacked.
I was rougher and preferred sportswear to the damn suit I was doomed to wear and that had to be tailor-made because my back usually didn’t fit.
Plus, he had dark, bright eyes, like two pieces of burning coal, and although it didn’t seem like it, he was always relentlessly aware of what was happening around him.
If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have been able to stick that needle in me.
The fact both annoyed and fascinated me equally; none of my men had the ability to make me let my guard down. Aleksa did.
When he found the song he liked, he stopped and nodded his head to the rhythm of the music.
”Don’t tell me there’s no other song!”
I protested. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, smiling.
”Don’t you like M?neskin? Or does the song”s lyrics make you nervous?”
”Are you joking? Those lyrics are crap and I don’t like guys who paint their eyes with black eyeliner.”
”Well, I think they have their charm. I’ve been told on occasion that the band”s singer and I look alike.”
”Well, unless it’s at the tip of the...”
”I haven”t seen it, so I can”t tell you. What I can tell you is that it makes you nervous because it makes you think about you and me.”
”You”re out of your mind!”
I grumbled. And then he started singing it, with a deep, raspy voice and that look full of intentions, which every now and then he took off the road to draw a straight line between my eyes and my groin.
I want to be your slave.
I want to be your master.
I want to make your heart beat.
Run like roller coasters.
I got an erection and resisted the urge to reach for the radio to turn off the melody and prove him right.”
I want to be a good boy.
I want to be a gangster.
Because you can be the beauty.
And I can be the monster.
He moved his tanned hand from the gear shift and placed it boldly on my thigh. I grabbed it and pulled it away with disgust. That didn”t mean my erection protested any less. Aleksa chuckled softly, taking a breath to continue with the lyrics.
I”ve loved you since this morning,
Not just for aesthetics.
I want to touch your body,
So damn electric.
As expected, he ignored my rejection, and this time he went straight for my groin to boldly grope me.
I know you”re scared of me.
You said I”m too eccentric.
I”m crying all my tears.
And that”s fucking pathetic.
I was as hard as a damn rock under his palm. I raised my left hand and placed it on his with the intention of pushing him away again, but then he began to stroke me over the thin fabric of my pants. I swallowed the growl that was coiling in my throat. I had relieved that bastard”s tension, but mine was still there, roaring beneath the skin of his hand.
I want to make you hungry.
Then I want to feed you.
I want to paint your face
like you”re my Mona Lisa.
I clenched my teeth and pressed down on his fingers to stop the movement; if he continued, I was going to come.
”Stop,” I muttered. But he kept going.”
I want to be a champion.
I want to be a loser.
I”ll even be a clown.
Because I just want to make you laugh.
”Aleksa...” I complained, feeling the blood rush to my groin. He licked his lips and continued singing provocatively.
I want to be your sex toy.
I want to be your teacher.
I want to be your sin.
I want to be a preacher.
I want to make you love me.
Then I want to leave you.
Because, baby, I”m your David.
And you”re my Goliath.
Fucking asshole! I was so turned on that I didn”t have the strength to ask him to stop. I didn”t care if I ended up staining my pants.
Because I am the devil
seeking redemption.
And I am a lawyer
seeking redemption.
And I am a killer
seeking redemption.
I gasped and threw my head back. God, it was too much, it was...
I”m a damn monster
seeking redemption.
And I”m a bad guy
seeking redemption.
”Watch out!” I shouted as a sudden flash made me open my eyelids and come face-to-face with two fucking headlights coming straight at us.
Aleksa jerked his hand back to regain control of the steering wheel. The idiot had been watching my pre-orgasmic face instead of the road, and now a kamikaze was coming right toward us.
I reached for my gun, ready to shoot, and then, as if by a miracle, the two lights split, passing on either side of the car.
”What the hell!” I roared. Laughter and shouts could be heard in the background. Aleksa looked almost as shaken as I was and finally let out a laugh.
”It was two kids on motorcycles going the wrong way! Damn! What a scare! I thought they were coming to kill us!”
I brought my free hand to my forehead to wipe away the cold sweat, turned my face towards him to share in his relief, and then something exploded, causing Aleksa to lose control of the vehicle.
I couldn”t even react. My gun fell to the floor, we rolled several times which took us off the road and we crashed head-on into a tree with brutal force.