Chapter 27
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SEVEN
Haz
One minute, I’m alone in the world, my only problem making enough money to pay my bills.
And the next?
The next, I’m the son of a notorious crime boss, heir to his kingdom, and dating a hitman who was hired to kill me.
Sometimes late at night when I was tired or extra lonely, I’d wonder where my real parents were and what it would be like if they’d wanted me.
Then I met Kieran who said he wanted me, and I thought I’d finally found my place.
“Grimaldi hired you to kill me?” I repeated, my voice hollow.
“He tried.”
Not wanted after all.
“How much?”
“What?”
“How much was I worth?” I asked.
“I told him no.”
“How much?” I shouted.
“Twelve million.”
Ghost whistled.
I blinked, completely flabbergasted. “All my life, I thought I was nothing. Come to find out I’m worth twelve million.”
“You aren’t worth twelve million,” Kieran said, rushing over to grab my arms and shake me. “You’re priceless.”
I didn’t say anything. In fact, I felt a little…
empty. Maybe this was dissociating. My old counselor told me about it once.
It seemed to fit what she said. I was here but not.
Standing in this room but disconnected from my surroundings and even from my own mind.
Instead of racing thoughts, there was nothing.
An odd sort of stillness, a quiet place to drift.
It was kinda nice to be honest, a lot better than trying to make sense of mob life and my impending murder.
Kieran shook me again. “Hazier.”
I heard his voice. I even looked at him. But I didn’t hear what he said, and I didn’t really register his face.
I was lifted off the ground. The air around me moved. Seconds later, cold water made me gasp. My whole body jumped, trying to get away from the icy needles.
Kieran made a noise and pushed me beneath it again, and clarity rushed back like a flood. My teeth chattered, and the blue button-up clung to my chest.
“Kieran!” I complained. “It’s freezing!”
He grunted, and I looked up, catching my breath at the sight he made completely saturated under the shower spray.
His inky hair was plastered to his forehead, and droplets trickled from the lashes framing his resolute blue stare.
His nose was pink from the icy temperature, but his strong bone structure counteracted it.
Instead of looking cold and weak, he reeked of endurance and resolve as if he could stand there beneath the frosty sheets as long as it took for me to come back.
His bare chest was drenched as water poured against his neck and over his pecs, the temperature turning his nipples hard.
The tattoo on his shoulder told a tale of the last shadow that tried to swallow him but failed.
Water slid over his lips, beading in the cupid’s bow and collecting at the corners of his mouth. Looking at it made me thirsty, but I didn’t move to take a drink.
“You asked if I refused a job,” he said, voice somehow blending with the water droplets clinging to my skin. “What did I say?”
“Once,” I answered.
“They tried to hire me before I even knew it was you. I told them to eat shit and die.”
Amusement lit me up inside. “Liar.”
“The mob doesn’t like to hear the word no. They sent me an address. It was yours.”
If he wanted me dead, I would be. He’d had so many opportunities. It would have been an incredibly easy payday.
“And that’s why I left in the middle of the night. To personally make it clear that I was not doing this job and to find out why they wanted you dead.”
“And now we know,” I said, shivering beneath the spray.
A mobster’s son. Yeah, I always wondered about my parents, and now that I knew, I wondered if not knowing would have been better.
He reached around to adjust the temperature, the water warming instantly. “It changes nothing.”
“Seems like it changes everything,” I murmured. Even if I wasn’t quite sure how everything was different, I just knew it was.
Stepping from beneath the shower, Kieran turned and slid down the tile wall until his ass met the floor and I was straddling his lap. My saturated shirt stuck to me in places, and my nipples showed through the fabric.
“You’re cold,” he rasped, attention riveted on the tight pebbles.
“Because you put me into a freezing-cold shower,” I accused.
Reaching between us with thick, nimble fingers, he began to slowly unbutton it, making my heart thump unevenly as he moved down my torso. “I’m not sorry,” he told me quietly. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you here with me.”
With the shirt completely unbuttoned, he pushed the fabric away, sliding it over my shoulders until it pooled around the small of my back. Water dripped from my hair, sluicing over my chest.
Kieran swiped it away with his thumb and then sucked it between his lips, watching me as he sucked.
My stomach quivered, and my dick stirred.
Pulling his thumb from his mouth, he pressed it to my collarbone to drag across the bone.
My head tilted automatically, giving him more room, and he made a soft sound of approval that ignited something inside me.
His mouth replaced his thumb, the warmth of it drawing out a whole-body shiver. His palm pressed against the small of my back, holding me in place while he nibbled across to lick up my neck.
I purred at the sensation of his warm, textured tongue gliding upward and him sucking my earlobe between his lips. My eyes drifted closed from the sweet tickle of his beard and the warmth of his breath as he spoke.
“It doesn’t matter where you came from or who wants you.
The size of the target on your back will never be bigger than what I feel for you.
This is where you belong. With me. You’re mine.
The mob might be an undefeated adversary, but they’ve never met a rival like me.
I’ve walked through death, drowned in betrayal, and been swallowed by shadows all in the name of revenge.
And looking at you right now, I realize that’s nothing compared to what I will do for love. ”
“For love,” I whispered. It wasn’t a word often applied to me. It almost felt like a myth. Definitely something too good to be true.
His hands skimmed down my sides to settle on my waist, brushing across my hip bones. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Drunk with lust, knee deep in a fairy tale, I cupped his face, wanting not to just hear those beautiful words but hold them too.
He turned his face, kissing my palm, and emotion rolled over me like a tidal wave.
I leaned in, and he met me halfway, two bodies fusing together at a powerful point of contact.
The kiss was deep and drawn-out, tongues tangling and teeth gnashing.
The shower stall turned humid, my nipples no longer hard from the cold but from desire.
Whimpering, I rocked in his lap, desire morphing into desperation.
Blindly, I reached between us to the tie on his sweats and pulled it loose.
Our mouths separated with an audible pop, and ragged breathing filled my ears. “Tell me what you want, baby doll.”
“You,” I said, pushing my hand beneath the waistband, fingers meeting his erect dick. Whimpering, I tugged at the waistband, hoping he would get the message.
My hips thrust, hand wrapped around his girth, and I laid my lips against his. “Please.”
“Please what?” he said, mouthing at me. “Tell me exactly.”
My hand squeezed his shaft, and it throbbed in my palm. “I want your dick inside me. Right now. I want an ass full of your cum.”
He let out a moan and pushed me back. “Stand up. Take your clothes off, all of them. Grab me the lube from the shelf.”
I scrambled up, ripping at the shirt and taking half the bandage on my hand with it as I blindly tore it away. I kicked off my boxers as I reached for the lube and carried it back over just as Kieran lifted his hips and tugged the sweats down.
His cock bounced out, and his abs contracted as he sat back against the wall.
I tossed him the bottle and then ripped the sweats completely off his body, leaving his long, bare legs stretched out over the wet floor, the tattoo covering his right thigh on full display.
He crooked his finger, and I straddled his legs.
Before I could lower, he grabbed my hips and tugged, taking my entire length into his warm mouth.
I shouted, slapping my uninjured hand into the tile for balance as Kieran began bobbing his head and deep-throating my cock like he was just as desperate.
I moaned lewdly, the sound echoing in the shower as my hips started working in rhythm with his mouth.
The pressure was delicious, making my legs shake and my balls draw tight to my body.
He pulled back and looked up, eyes practically glowing as he circled his tongue around my tip and then took me in hand.
I swallowed audibly at the sight he made. A powerful man with my dick in his mouth.
Suddenly, his hand jerked, drawing forward all the foreskin until it wrapped around my tip.
The sound of him spitting was lecherous and somehow possessive.
He smeared it around with his fingers and then tugged at my foreskin again.
Lifting it a little, he slid his tongue under it, licking the space it usually concealed.
A curse dropped from my lips, and he pushed a little deeper, dragging his tongue around the entire circumference of my head.
It felt like a rim job but for my dick, and, fuck, was it hot.
“Oh God,” I whimpered when he tugged the extra skin again.
Lifting it with two fingers, he spit beneath it, and I lost it. The orgasm hit hard and fast, my frame bowing as I unleashed powerfully. My entire body sang, vision blacking out as undulating waves of pleasure consumed me.
When it was over, my body sagged, and I dropped onto his thighs, panting.