Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Alfonzo
Iprided myself on being in control. In never losing my cool. I kept a level head, even in the most stressful of situations. I certainly didn’t lose my sanity over a fucking man.
Yet here I was, losing my goddamn mind over Maksim fucking Arsenyev.
I was feral as I practically tore his clothes from his lean body until he was naked on the forest floor, looking up at me with those pretty fucking blue eyes that I was quickly growing addicted to.
He looked at me like I wasn’t the devil.
Like I wasn’t his enemy. He looked at me like I hadn’t threatened to kill him one day.
That I hadn’t threatened to torture him.
The moment he’d run from me, everything had changed. Like a flip had been switched inside of me, I knew I needed to own him. To make him mine in every fucking way I could. But to avoid him being killed and me going on a murderous rampage until I had to be put down too, I had to play this carefully.
Tonight, I was fucking him and marking him from the inside out. And after tonight, I’d figure out a way to bring him home. To take him from the Bratva and make him part of the Martinez family.
“Alfonzo…” he breathed, reaching for me.
I groaned, leaning down to kiss him. “I know,” I rasped before kissing him again because I just couldn’t fucking help myself.
Forcing myself back onto my knees, I unsnapped my jeans and tugged them down just enough that my cock sprung free, bouncing up to smack my stomach.
My boy’s breath hitched in his throat, and then, he was licking his lips, staring at me like he’d been walking in the desert for days and I was the first drop of water he’d seen.
How had I ever thought I’d be able to put a bullet in his skull when he looked at me like he worshiped me?
I spit on my fingers, then pushed one of his legs back.
Without needing to prompt him, he grabbed behind his other knee, pulling that leg back for me as well.
I swirled my finger around his puckered hole, then let more spit trail from my tongue down to his hole before I pushed a single finger inside.
He sucked in a sharp breath, wincing. But then, I curled my finger just right, and he moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut, his lips parting.
I growled when he clenched around my finger, sucking me even deeper inside.
Jesus fucking Christ, he was so tight and warm and I knew I wasn’t going to last very long once I was finally able to bury my cock deep inside of him.
“You’re so tight, mouse,” I rumbled, working my finger in and out of him.
He trembled, gasping and moaning. Slowly, he peeled his eyes open to look up at me.
His blue eyes were hazy and unfocused, and I snarled at the sight.
He was so fucking pretty. So goddamn submissive.
How had anyone thought he was prepared to take on a job of this caliber when it was so clear he needed to follow orders and not be the one giving them?
When it was so fucking clear he was out of his element when he was the one calling the shots?
“Want more,” he panted. “Please.”
I hummed, a slow smirk curving my lips. “You beg so prettily, mouse.” And because he did, I gave him another finger all while letting more spit drop from my tongue to his hole.
He whined, opening his legs further for me.
I groaned, watching as his cock leaked all over his flat stomach.
He was so beautiful for me like this. So perfect and so fucking mine.
“I’m ready.” He looked up at me, his hazy eyes pleading and needy. “Please, Alfonzo. Please.”
“You’re not stretched enough, and we don’t have lube,” I told him, shaking my head. “You’ll bleed.”
A pathetic little sound bubbled up in his throat, something that was a mix between a sob and a whine. “I don’t care. I need this. Please, Alfonzo. Please.”
Spit wasn’t going to cut it. He’d never be lubed enough with just spit… but I had a better idea.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my pocket knife. When my fingers left him, he made a small noise of protest. I leaned over him, kissing him. “Easy, mouse,” I murmured. “Easy. If you want me now, I have to figure out something for lube, okay?”
He nodded, lifting his chin to kiss me again like he just couldn’t get enough.
I finally leaned back on my knees again, then flipped open my pocket knife.
Gritting my teeth, I sliced my palm open.
Blood immediately welled and trickled down my palm and my wrist. Maksim’s eyes widened in alarm, but before he could say a word, I slicked my cock up with my blood, ignoring the stinging pain in my palm, and then, I dripped some onto his hole.
And that was all the warning he got before I pressed my tip against him and pushed inside. He gasped, then whined at the pain and the intrusion. His hands clung to my shirt, and he pressed his face into the curve of my neck, shaking beneath me.
“Fuck, mouse,” I moaned, pressing deeper and deeper inside of him.
He was fucking tight, and no doubt, he was going to bleed, just as I’d warned him he would.
But there was no going back for either of us now.
He was so tight and warm and wet with my blood that I could barely fucking breathe. “Fuuuuuck.”
He nodded, his blunt nails biting into the skin of my back through my shirt. “I can’t—so full—” He shook beneath me. “Hurts but so good,” he whined.
“I know, mouse,” I rasped into the skin of his throat as I eased out of him and pushed back in. “I fucking know. God, you feel so fucking good.”
Words weren’t needed after that. As he adjusted to my size and the slight discomfort of us being joined with only my blood for lube, he began raising his hips to meet mine, breathy little grunts and moans and whimpers falling from his parted lips.
He kept his face tucked into my neck, clinging to me like I was the only thing tethering him to Earth.
“I need you to come, mouse,” I growled in his ear. My balls were drawing up tight, and I didn’t have much longer before I filled him up. Before I claimed him. “Come for me. Can you do that, mouse? Can you come for—”
He shattered. His wail broke the night air, spooking a couple of critters. His hole pulsed around me, and that was it. That was all I needed to send me over the edge.
My teeth sank into his neck hard enough to draw blood, and I moaned around his flesh as I pumped my cum deep inside of him.
“Mine,” I snarled once I released his skin from between my teeth. I licked at the blood on his neck, moaning low in my throat at the coppery taste of him.
He nodded, slumping beneath me, exhausted and cum drunk. “Yours,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Damn right, you fucking are, mouse. All fucking mine.