Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Alfonzo
Kissing Maksim was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. He was a drug. An aphrodisiac. One hit, and I knew I’d never be able to quit him. My fucking entire world flipped on its axis, and something inside my brain snapped.
I had to own him. Make him mine. I wanted to slice open my skin and bury him inside my ribcage so he’d never be able to escape me.
My fingers slid behind his neck, and I gripped him tightly, kissing him harder.
Deeper. Fucking attempting to devour him.
When he sighed and his lips parted, I dove inside, tasting him.
Learning every curve of his sweet, addictive mouth and memorizing it.
He was soft and warm, everything I never could be.
And when his tongue tentatively touched mine, I growled, my fingers turning bruising in their pressure as I held him tighter.
“Fucking hell,” I snarled, forcing myself to pull back for a beat so we could both suck oxygen into our lungs.
Maksim’s lips were kiss-swollen and red, glistening just the slightest bit.
Unable to help myself, I stroked my thumb over his bottom lip, my stomach tightening. My cock flexed behind my zipper.
I needed to have him. To be inside of him. To mark him as mine so the rest of the fucking world knew who he belonged to.
“What…” he breathed, blinking up at me with those big blue eyes that I was quickly becoming entranced by.
They were such a startling shade of blue—like a frozen lake in the middle of winter.
So icy yet welcoming at the same time. A sure sign that despite the world he’d immersed himself in, there was an innocence to him that could never be eclipsed.
It was an innocence I planned to protect… all while I fucking wrecked him.
We weren’t leaving this forest until I fucked him. Until I bred him. He wouldn’t be heading back to the Bratva’s compound until my cum was leaking out of him, reminding him of who the fuck owned him.
“You made a grave mistake letting me kiss you,” I warned him, my voice a mere rasp.
His eyes widened the slightest bit, and he swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
I ground my teeth together, resisting the urge to lean in and sink my teeth in.
Fuck, I was damn near feral in my need to keep him.
“Why… why’s that?” he managed, his voice strained.
I leaned in, and just because I couldn’t goddamn help myself, I kissed him again.
My tongue delved into his mouth, and he whimpered, parting those perfect fucking lips for me to welcome me.
God, he had no fucking idea what he was doing to me.
I was going to be absolutely detrimental for his health, and I didn’t fucking care.
He sank into me, and almost tentatively, his hands landed on my shoulders. They curled over the breadth of them before he trembled and slowly slid them down my biceps. There, he clung, his fingers biting into my skin as he tugged me closer.
I was so fucking gone. If he wanted me closer, he’d fucking have it.
I pressed hard against him, and he moaned when our cocks pressed together.
He shuddered and pushed his hips forward, rubbing against me, and fucking hell, I was desperate for more.
I needed to see him lose himself in me. To beg and plead and cry as I took him apart piece by fucking piece until he was nothing more than a little broken toy for me to put back together as I pleased so he wanted nothing more than me.
“You’re so fucking greedy for it,” I growled as I ripped my lips from his. He groaned when I began leaving kisses along his jaw, and when I nipped at the skin just beneath his ear, he gasped, thrusting his cock against mine once more. “Don’t worry, mouse. I’m going to take care of you,” I promised.
Then, I dropped to my knees in front of him. His head snapped down, and his eyes widened in disbelief. I traced my finger along the edge of his belt buckle, arching a brow at him. “The moment I put your pretty little cock in my mouth, mouse, that’s it. You’re mine. There’s no fucking escaping me.”
“Until you kill me, that is?” he bravely asked, though his breathing was quickening. I could tell he was both afraid of me and desperately in need of me. His poor body couldn’t decide which it wanted. But that was okay. I’d make the decision for him.
I planned to make sure Maksim Arsenyev couldn’t fucking live without me.
“Nah, mouse. Not gonna kill you.” I leaned in and nosed along his zipper, making him shudder and gasp, his head falling back to rest against the tree trunk I had him pressed against. “I think I’ve suddenly changed my mind.
You’re much more enticing as mine.” I lifted my eyes.
“Tell me you want it, mouse. Tell me how bad you want your pretty cock in my mouth. Let me hear how desperate you are for me to fucking own you.”
He nodded and dipped his chin to look down at me once more. “Please.” His voice trembled on the single word. I arched my brow at him. I wanted more than just a simple little please. I wanted him so desperate for me, he was ready to shove aside his pride and give me everything I asked for.
“That’s it?” I murmured, leaning back on my heels. “If that’s it…” I made to stand, but he literally choked, his hands flying out to grip my shoulders. I lifted my head once more, looking up at him.
“Wait,” he begged. “I want it, Alfonzo. I want you. Please,” he begged.
“I haven’t been touched in years, and you—you—” He shuddered.
“If you walk away, I think I might die,” he confessed.
“Please. I’ve never wanted anyone this fucking much.
It’s wrong, and it’s absolutely fucking crazy, but I want you.
Please.” That last please was a mere whisper.
A broken plea for me to give him what he needed.
I hummed and turned my head to press a kiss to his inner arm. “Alright, mouse. I’ll give you what you need. But you know what this means, right?”
He drew in a deep breath, then nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. His fingers flexed on my shoulders. “I’m yours.”
I smirked. “Good boy.” Then, I reached forward and began to undo his belt.
I was about to give my little mouse everything he desired and so fucking much more.
Ready or not, he was mine now.