Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Maksim
My breaths shuddered in and out of my lungs as Alfonzo opened my fly and lowered my briefs, letting my cock spring free.
I was already leaking precum, so desperate for his mouth on me.
This was wrong on so many fucking levels.
He was the enemy. I was literally being told to eliminate him, but here I was, about to let him wrap his lips around my cock.
Hell, if he told me he wanted to fuck me tonight, I’d probably plaster my chest to the ground and arch my ass into the air in invitation.
I was his. There was no denying it. He’d told me what would happen if I allowed this tonight. He’d warned me what would happen if I ran from him. Yet I’d run from him regardless, and here I was, about to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to me.
I’d grown up as a kid on the streets and had been taken in by the Bratva, much as many of the other soldiers had been. I’d never known love. Never had someone truly care about me. Certainly never had someone want me. But Alfonzo did.
Even if it might cost me my life at the hands of Anatoly or one of his men, I couldn’t bring myself to care. Having this for however long I did… it was fucking worth it.
I sucked in a sharp breath when Alfonzo’s lips wrapped around me.
My knees damn near buckled. A long, low moan vibrated its way up my throat, and my fingers tightened on his shoulders.
Unable to help myself, I slid my fingers into his hair—not to control him but just to hold onto him.
Because my entire world was flipping on its axis.
Alfonzo had barely touched me, and everything had already changed for me.
“F-f-fuck,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head when he did something magical with his tongue on the underside of my cock. My legs trembled. I tightened my fingers in his hair. “Holy fuck, Alfonzo.”
He groaned around me, his hands sliding around my thighs until he could grip my ass.
He tugged me forward, forcing more of my cock down his throat, and I whimpered.
My eyelids were heavy, wanting so badly to close my eyes and just lose myself in this moment, in him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
Because even on his knees and worshiping me, there was no denying he still held all the control. That he owned me.
He lifted his gaze, locking his eyes on mine, and my balls drew up tight.
Tingling began at the base of my spine. That eye contact was everything I fucking needed, and like a pubescent boy who just figured out getting off was something magical, I came.
I didn’t even get a chance to warn him before I flooded his throat with my cum.
I couldn’t moan. Couldn’t make a single sound.
I could barely breathe. My entire body shook, my fingers so tight in his hair, I was surprised I didn’t pull the strands right out.
When he pulled off of me and tucked me back into my briefs, I fell to my knees in front of him, no longer able to hold myself up.
“Holy fuck,” I choked out.
“Mmm,” Alfonzo hummed. He cupped the side of my neck, then pressed his thumb beneath my chin to tilt my head up.
Our gazes clashed, and my gut clenched, my cock threatening to rally again.
Alfonzo didn’t look the least bit done with me.
Instead, he looked feral. Like he was ready to rip my clothes off me and fuck me right there on the forest ground with the tree canopy and the moon as a witness to our treason.
“Alfonzo…” I breathed.
He groaned, then leaned in to kiss me. His tongue plunged into my open mouth, possessing me and staking his claim.
I gripped his biceps, clinging to him as he wreaked havoc on my senses and obliterated my common sense.
And when he gripped my hip and tugged me onto his lap, my soft cock pressing against his hard one, I moaned into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip the sides of his neck.
“We’re not leaving these woods until my cum is buried deep in your tight ass,” Alfonzo warned me.
My needy little noise surprised even me. He growled in response and pushed me back to lay flat on the ground before he moved over me, his lips molding to mine once more. It took only a little bit of grinding of his hips against mine for my cock to rally once more.
“You’re mine,” he snarled.
I nodded, fucking delirious in my need for him.
“Yours,” I agreed, panting. “Fuck me, Alfonzo.”
His snarl was both deadly and beautiful all at once, and that was all the warning I got before he began yanking my jeans down my legs.