Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
NOAH
The house is dark when I return, everyone has left, Chase had texted earlier to say he was getting an early night as he was tired. The house is so quiet when I enter, only the hum of electrical equipment makes a sound.
I remove all of my clothes and leave them at the bottom of the stairs before I head up, not wanting to stain anything with that ignorant fucker’s blood.
When I get into our bedroom, Chase is asleep in our bed, his breathing slow and his body relaxed.
Beautiful in the dim light, his hair, soft and golden, glows from the brown against white pillows, one arm thrown above his head, the sheet tangled around his waist. I just know he is naked under those sheets.
I stand in the doorway for a long moment, watching him. Counting the amount of breaths he takes from the rise and fall of his chest, I watch the vulnerable curve of his throat, the way his lips part slightly in sleep.
Without thinking too much, I go into our closet and I reach into my bag and pull out my black ski mask.
I've been thinking about this for weeks, wondering how Chase would respond, and I don’t think he will let me down.
He knows what I am and what I’m capable of.
But there's a difference between knowing and experiencing and crossing that line.
I pull the mask over my head, adjusting it until only my eyes and mouth are visible, and stalk over to the bed.
Chase doesn't wake as I approach or even stir as I stand beside the bed, looking down at him.
He has so much trust and is so vulnerable.
My cock is already at half mast waiting to get inside of his body so I can release the excess energy I have right now.
I reach out and press my hand over his mouth and his eyes fly open immediately, his body going rigid with shock. For a split second, there's pure fear in his gaze and I know his first thought would be to call out to me in his head.
It takes a few seconds for him to gain full sight and recognize it’s me, his pupils dilate as he realizes what I'm doing. I lean down, my masked face inches from his. "Don't scream," I whisper. "Don't fight, just lie still and let me take what I need."
His breath comes fast against my palm. I can feel his heart racing, and the conflict in his eyes, the fear when he sees the blood splatter on my chest along with pure arousal warring for dominance.
"Nod if you understand," I say, and he nods.
I remove my hand slowly, watching his face. "Good boy."
"Are you hurt?" His voice is rough and uncertain.
"Quiet." I grip his jaw, forcing him to meet my eyes through the mask. "You don't get to speak unless I tell you to. You don't get to move unless I allow it. Tonight, you're not my husband, you’re my prisoner."
A shudder runs through him, his cock is already hardening beneath the sheet.
"Remove the bedsheet."
He obeys, his hands trembling slightly as he pushes the sheet away from his body, revealing his hot as fuck body, his cock dying to get in on the action.
"Beautiful," I murmur. "Every fucking inch of you."
I take hold of my dick and stroke it, and Chase follows the movement, licking his lips like he is watching his favorite treat.
"Get out of the bed and on your knees," I tell him. "Hands behind your back."
He moves into position on the floor at the side of the bed, and I step closer until my cock is level with his face. "Open your mouth."
He parts his lips, and I slap my cock against his mouth and cheek a few times, teasing him before I slide inside his pretty mouth, watching his eyes water as I push in further until his mouth is stuffed full of me.
"That's it," I growl. "Enjoy your favorite meal."
He gags slightly as I hit the back of his throat, but he doesn't pull away. Just looks up at me with those dark, desperate eyes, surrendering completely.
I fuck his mouth with controlled thrusts, one hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping his jaw. "You look so fucking perfect like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, tears running down your face."
He moans around me, the vibration sending pleasure straight up my spine.
"You love this, don't you?" I continue, my voice low and rough. "Love being used and knowing I could do anything to you right now and you'd let me."
Another moan follows and I can tell he is struggling to keep his hands where they are.
I pull out abruptly, and he gasps for air. "On the bed. On your back. Legs spread."
He scrambles to obey, and I follow him onto the mattress, settling between his thighs. His cock juts up, flushed and angry, but I ignore it. Instead, I grip his hips and flip him over.
"Ass up," I say.
He rises onto his knees, presenting himself to me. I run my hands over the curve of his ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"Delcious." Then I spread him open and lean in, dragging my tongue over his hole.
"Fuck!" Chase's voice breaks on the word.
"I told you to be quiet." I bite the inside of his thigh hard enough to sting. "Next time you speak without permission, I stop." He whimpers but doesn't speak again.
I return to my task, licking and sucking and pushing my tongue inside of him. He tastes clean, perfect, like he knew this was coming and he prepared for me.
Good boy.
I work him open with my tongue, feeling him relax and open under my attention. His thighs are wobbly, his breathing ragged. When I finally pull back, his hole is wet and loose, clenching around nothing.
"Please…" he whispers.
"Did you just speak?" he tenses, then shakes his head into the bed.
"I still think you need to learn who is in control here, baby. Who is boss." I reach for the nightstand drawer and pull out the small blade I keep there. "We're going to do something a little different."
Chase turns his head, sees the knife, and his breath catches and eyes widen.
"Stay still."
I press the blade to his shoulder blade with just enough pressure to break the skin.
A thin line of red wells up, and I lean down to lick it away.
Holy shit, the taste of him is way more than I expected, it’s a mix of salt and copper and something uniquely Chase, and I suck on the broken skin as the flavor floods my mouth. It's intoxicating. Primal.
"Fuck," I breathe against his skin. "You taste perfect."
"You gonna to taste me too, baby?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"Yes please," he pants. I flip him onto his back and press the blade only hard enough to draw blood on my upper thigh, watching as the small amount of blood drips down my skin.
"Drink."
He doesn't hesitate and jumps up to suck on my thigh, and I throw my head back and groan at the sting, as his tongue laps up every drop. When he pulls back, his lips are stained red. I kiss him hard, tasting myself in his mouth, tasting us together.
"Bound to me by blood."
"Bound forever."
I reach for the lube and slick my cock, then I pull his legs over my shoulders, tilting his ass up as I line up against his hole. "This is going to hurt, baby, as I can’t hold on."
"I don't care."
I push inside in one hard thrust, and he cries out, pain and pleasure mixing together as he grabs on to my forearms, piercing my skin with his nails. I don't give him time to adjust as I start fucking him hard and intense, my hands gripping his waist hard enough to bruise.
"Fuck, Noah."
"Let me hear you,” I say, and he allows himself to let go, moaning and groaning like a satisfied whore, not giving a shit if anyone could hear, totally surrendered to the moment.
I lean down and bite his shoulder, tasting blood again. He's so tight around me, so hot, like he was made for me. I can feel every clench, every flutter, every attempt to stop me from leaving his tight ass.
"Touch yourself," I order. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."
He wraps his hand around himself and starts stroking, his movements frantic and uncoordinated. I can feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breathing turning to short gasps.
"Cum for me," I growl. "Cum with my blood in your mouth and my cock in your ass, knowing you're mine forever."
He shatters with a broken cry, his hole clenching tight around me as he spills over his fist. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself deep as I cum, filling him until my cum overflows from his hole.
For a long moment, we stay locked together, both of us exhausted. Then I pull out slowly and collapse beside him. Chase turns to face me, and I finally pull off the mask. His eyes are glazed, his lips swollen, his skin marked with cuts and bruises and my fingerprints.
Stunningly beautiful.
"That was fucking amazing," he starts, but I silence him with a kiss.
"That was a ritual, the cycle of ownership complete.”
He smiles in a slight daze before his eyes find my chest again.
“Whose blood is that?” he asks, looking at the blood on my chest.
“Some prospect from the club, being a fucking homophobe.”
“Asshole. Did you take pictures?”
I internally smile as I look down at him as he snuggles close. I’m ecstatic at his question, my innocent angel joining me further into the shadows.
“Of course.”
“I want to see them, but in the morning so I can write about it. I’m too tired to move,” he says while yawning.
“Tough shit, baby, we need to shower.”
“Noahhhh, I can’t move. My ass is destroyed,” he complains as I get out of the bed, but it’s no problem. I gather him in my arms and he shouts out in protest as I put him over my shoulder and walk to the bathroom.
“You’re a fucking caveman, Noah.”
I smack his ass hard and he screams again about the pain and bitches at me all the way to the shower. He soon shuts up when I’m lathering him up and cleaning his ass with extra care.
Life really couldn’t be better right now.
The next day I get a call from Dima.
“Hey, could you meet me and Marcus at my place?”
“Why?”
“Because we have an offer for you,” he says, with a huff of annoyance.
“Can’t you just email it? Why does everyone have to meet face to face?”
“Because it’s easier and there are a few of us involved, Noah. It won’t take long.”
“That’s a lie. Is this gonna be worthwhile?”
“Yes, it’s something that you will find enjoyable. Trust me, especially from what I’ve heard from Marcus about you.”
“Fine, I’ll come over, but any sign of chatter and moving from the topic, I’m gone. Remember, I’m not your employee.”
“How could I fucking forget when you remind me everytime we speak,” Dima says before ending the call. Dickface.
“Chase, we gotta go out,” I shout to him from the hallway to the kitchen where he is finishing his lunch. He walks out to me dressed in an old tee and basketball shorts looking all kinds of fuckable.
“Do I have to?”
“Yes. Just put your shoes on, it’s only your brother’s gang we’re visiting.”
“Oh, okay, hold on,” he says as he disappears to get his shoes. I’m already ready and starting to get annoyed at having to wait, knowing I have to restrain myself when visiting that fucking mansion.
We get in the car and finally head off to the dicks called the Kozlovs.
When we arrive, fortunately Jules and Simon greet us and take us through to meet Dima, Marcus and Lev in their ridiculously oversized living room, where the annoying fucker Ivan is sitting, all happy for no apparent reason.
Looks like the whole damn crowd is here, as I can hear the sounds of Aaron and the other guys in the background, from the kitchen, I think.
My mind is already overstimulated and eager to flee this social circle.
What a hell to live here with so many people.
They would be dead in their beds the first night if I lived here.
Chase, of course, is friendly, greeting everyone, while I sit on one of the empty sofas and wait for Dima to finally start talking.
"Marcus is impressed with you,” Dima says. My eyes shift from him to Marcus, who is staring at me with a small smile.
"I’m not interested in an appraisal."
“Yes, I know, because you don’t work for us. Save it, Noah. We all know,” Dima says, rolling his eyes. Lev takes a seat next to him and tries to murder me on the spot with his stare. He’s like an angry puppy.
"I always knew you were special, Noah,” Ivan says across from me and I want to snarl at him. But I’ve learned the more attention you give him, the more he believes we are friends. I get called a freak, but I would consider myself more normal than this array of weirdos.
"Ivan, shut up," Lev says, and Ivan just waves him off, crossing his left leg over his right.
"I’ll get to the point, I have a problem that needs eliminating, but it will need to be out in the open, which I know you have done before.
We need to recruit because the expansion is overwhelming, but as you know, loyalty is hard to find and I don’t have anyone else in my crew who could do this cleanly. You interested?"
"Who's the target?"
"A man named Stephan Sharpe. He's been skimming from our operations, and thinks we haven't noticed. He’s an outside employee and isn’t part of our crews so it has to be done outside."
"When?"
“This week, if possible."
I consider this and it sounds like it could be fun. I do miss the excitement of sudden deaths in the street and problem solving. I look to Chase at my side, who has his hand on my knee.
"As long as you have his details and routine, I suppose I could do it.”
“It’s either a yes or a no,” Lev says, and I ignore him.
Dima reaches the table and slides a folder across it. "Everything you need is in there, and we will owe you for pulling this off for us."
I take the folder without opening it.
“I’ll do it.”
“Can I just ask out of interest, Noah, do you find this relaxing, like a hobby or something?” Ivan asks and I grind my teeth.
“You could say that.”
“Do you ever listen to music as you do shit?” I look over and see it’s Jules that has asked that question. Why the fuck would I listen to music?
“No. I don’t like music.”
“What? How can you not like music! Like, what do you listen to to de-stress?” Ivan says, his face all wrinkled up in confusion. This is fucking hell and Chase is sitting beside me trying not to laugh.
“Simple…I replay the sound of my father’s cries as I burned him alive if I need to de-stress. Or I fuck.”
You could hear a pin drop as everyone stares at me. I’m not sure what their problem is, but I’m tired of their staring.
“I fucking love you, Noah. Sorry Chase, but he is a fucking king!” Ivan says as he slaps his thigh, laughing like I’ve just told a joke.
“I’m leaving,” I say as I stand and grab Chase’s hand, pulling him out of the room with the folder in my hand.
“Can you text me when it’s done, please?” Dima says, shouting after me as we leave. I grunt in response. Fucking idiots.