Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
Zia looks distressed. I have to turn away. He’s so fucking adorable, I might actually die. He’s always calm and cold with those around him, so when he softens and allows himself to be vulnerable just for me, I can’t stand it.
“Nikkie,” he whines. “It won’t cut properly.”
When he said he wanted to learn how to cook, I thought he was joking.
His chef and staff were horrified. He has them to do it all for him, so why would he learn?
He said he knew I enjoyed it, and he wanted to try, hence why we are in his state-of-the-art kitchen as I try to teach him one of my favorite dishes.
Blowing out a breath to keep myself in check, since I just want to grab his face and kiss the shit out of him, I walk closer and lean over his shoulder. I have to remind myself this is a man who could kill someone with one word, yet when he looks at me, his lips pouted, he’s just my baby.
“Look.” He gestures down at the roll he’s cutting. The lines are shit, and it’s falling apart. He looks so upset, and I know he’s trying his hardest.
“Baby, it isn’t your fault. The knife isn’t sharp enough,” I tell him as I take it away and get a better one, then I slice it for him even though I know the other knife was perfectly fine. “See?”
He frowns but nods, and when we move onto the stove, he struggles again, staring down at the blanched vegetables he somehow burnt. “The stove was too hot,” I say as I throw it away and start again.
“It’s everyone else’s fault, huh?” Yuki asks. I forgot he’s here. He raises his eyebrows as I meet his gaze. “God forbid sir actually did something wrong.”
“Zia can do no wrong,” I scoff. “Do you want food or not?”
I like Yuki because he makes Zia happy. It’s clear he considers him a close friend, and the fact that Yuki feels comfortable enough to tease him where many others don’t lets me know he feels the same way.
“It depends if it’s edible.” When Zia glares at him, he grins. “Sir.”
“It isn’t too late for us to not be friends,” Zia warns.
“You have no other friends, sir,” Yuki replies casually and then goes back to reading on his iPad as Zia gapes. He looks at me in astonishment.
“I need to cut his pay. He’s gotten mouthy,” he mutters, but I know it’s bullshit. Zia loves Yuki like a brother and would do anything for him. The fact that Yuki seems comfortable enough to sass him makes Zia happy, and he’s grinning when we finally plate the simple meal.
I set Yuki’s down as we sit at the table, and he eyes it like he’s worried it will kill him, but Zia looks so hopeful that he picks up a fork and takes a delicate bite.
“It isn’t . . . bad,” Yuki comments. “Well done, sir.”
“Yes, well, I am exceptional, so of course I can master cooking,” Zia states as he takes a bite.
“Absolutely.” I kiss his cheek.
“As crazy as each other,” Yuki mutters.
We don’t talk much as we eat, and I’m so proud of Zia for doing well at cooking. I don’t suspect he will do it much, but the fact that he wanted to learn is cute.
I kiss his neck. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
“Hmm, feel free to remind me anytime.” He winks. “Especially with that move you did last night.”
The sound of a chair scraping makes us pull apart, and Yuki stands, scrambling to shove the food in his mouth in the most undignified display I’ve ever seen from him.
Putting his plate in the sink, Yuki waves at us. “I’m leaving now before you two start going at it on the counter.”
“I was actually thinking the table,” Zia retorts, “but see you later. Make sure to take the rest of the afternoon off, remember?”
“Yes, sir,” Yuki calls as he departs, and then Zia looks at me, his eyes darkening with hunger. My body reacts, just like it always does when he even glances at me.
“Well, we don’t want to let him down. He thinks we’re fucking—” Before he can finish, I have him over my shoulder, and I take the stairs three at a time as his laughter is muffled against my back.
When we make it to his room, he’s already tugging at my clothes, his laughter forgotten, but I toss him onto the bed and flip him. Dragging his shirt off, I tie his hands with it and secure it to his bed post before pulling down his pants and tossing them behind me.
I pull his boxers down and expose his ass, then I bite his cheek until he bucks below me with a yelp. “Nikko,” he whines.
“Make that noise again. It’s my fucking favorite,” I growl as I shove my sweatpants down and kick them off, removing my tank before I climb into bed behind him.
I drag him up onto his hands and knees, and he looks at me over his shoulder. His beautiful eyes challenge me to take him like this. Dragging my cock along his ass, I smirk as he shivers. “Moan for me, baby.”
“Make me,” he orders.
My eyes narrow, and he shudders under me as my hands tighten to the point of pain.
Usually, I’m very careful with him. I know he isn’t breakable, but I never want to hurt him.
Right now, I’m not feeling very soft or forgiving, so despite the fact that he’s unprepared, I open the closest drawer, slick my cock with the bottle of lube, and then push inside him.
I force myself deep as he scrambles up, trying to get away as he cries out.
His ass is tight, and I grind my teeth as I snarl, pulling out and thrusting back in.
“That’s it. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to bend you over and fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk. You wanted me to show you exactly how much I desire you.”
His whine is more animal than human as his head falls forward and he pushes back, relaxing and letting me slide deeper, until I’m all the way inside his body.
Sweat beads on his spine as I give him a minute to pant, and then I pull out and slam back in.
I set a hard, fast pace, giving him no choice but to keep up.
His bound hands clutch the bed as he screams my name in both pleasure and pain, but even so, he pushes back, taking me deeper while giving me permission to go harder.
So, I take his ass harder than I ever have, my desire spilling out. An uncomfortable hunger leaves us both gasping and sprinting toward our releases. Tilting his hips, I keep him at that angle, knowing when I find the spot because he yells my name eagerly.
I hear his phone ringing, but we ignore it, and it eventually cuts off. I hammer into him from behind, his moans growing louder, and I know he’s close, but then that annoying ringing splits the air again.
Snarling, I reach for his cell that won’t stay quiet. I eye the name, ready to turn it off, but when I see who it is, an evil thought comes to mind.
I hit answer and press it to my ear.
“What?” I snap.
Zia doesn’t seem to care as he pushes back, urging me to move again.
“Z?” Faiz asks, sounding confused.
“No, it’s Nikko. We’re busy. What?” I snarl, and Zia jerks around, his eyes wide, and I roll my hips. He cries out before slamming his lips shut, shooting me an evil glare that would make anyone else shrink away in fear, but I simply smirk.
“Put Zia on,” Faiz orders.
“No, and stop calling him and turning up. I thought you would get the picture, but obviously not, so let me make it very clear.” I press the phone to Zia’s face as I pull out and thrust in so hard, he cries out.
Leaning over him, I lick his ear with a satisfied puff as he pants, then I put the phone to my mouth again.
“Hear that? He’s mine. Back off.” I hit end and toss it away.
He’s shaking under me now, and I know he’s close.
Reaching down, I squeeze his cock as I bite his neck, and his roar of pleasure is only drowned out by my own.
I fill him with it, pressing it so deep, he can’t escape me before I carefully pull out.
I lick his neck as he collapses before crumpling across him.
Both of us are sweating and curled up together when he glances at me some time later. “And you said I was possessive.”
“I never said I wasn’t. I’ll remind him as many times as he needs.” I kiss him softly. “You’re mine. I’ll remind you, too, when you forget.”
Rolling over me, he slings his legs over my waist. “I seem to have forgotten already.”
Groaning, I grip his hips as I grow hard.
“What?” He smirks as he rocks forward. “Too tired for round two? I could always call—”
I jerk up and cover his words with my lips until he moans for me again.