Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Please,” he whined. “Let me come.”
“Eventually. First, I’m going to make sure you understand how things are between us.” I might be on my knees between his legs, I might be ready to take his load and swallow every drop, but he was going to understand I was in control here. I was calling the shots, and he was going do exactly as I said. “You are not going to take any more risks.”
“I have to take risks every day.”
“I’m not talking about on the fucking ice, although you damn well better keep yourself safe out there too. I’m talking about when you’re not with the team. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t you dare wander around the city half drunk at night.”
“I hadn’t had that much tonight.”
“It doesn’t matter. If you’ve had any, your judgment is clouded.”
He huffed, but I kept talking.
“You’re going to let me put guards on you. You will sign the contract I wrote up, take the money, and pay off your debt. Then I’m going to make sure those men never bother you again.”
“Why should I pay Benito if you’re going to kill him?” His eyes were filled with fear, but he was slowly stroking his cock with his hand.
“Oh baby, I love that you trust me to take care of things, but it’s always better to pay your debts and keep yourself honest.”
“Are you an honest man?”
“I’ll be honest with you. You’re mine, and I’m going to keep you.”
“Vito—”
“Tell me you understand the rules.”
He shook his head, and I pushed his hand away and took over working his cock.
“You need this, don’t you? You need to come. You want to know what it’s like to spill down my throat. I’ll let you fuck my face as hard as you want to, but only if you agree to my terms.”
“You’re really not going to walk away, are you?”
“Never.”
“Why me?”
“Because you were meant for me.”
“You can’t really believe that.”
“I do, and I’m going to make you believe it too.” I teased him with light strokes, barely gripping him. He tried to lift his hips, but I shoved them back down. He could break my hold if he really tried, but that wasn’t the game we were playing.
“I want you,” he looked surprised, as if the words had just slipped out.
“I know you do baby. Let yourself have what you want.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
“I’ve got good people behind me. The Marchesis never lose.”
He held my gaze for a few more moments. “All right, I agree. I’ll sign.”
“Excellent.” I let go of his hips, placing my hands on the sofa beside them. Then I leaned down, and I took him into my mouth, swallowing him all the way.
He cried out and lifted his hips, thrusting against me. His hands slid into my hair, and he gripped me tight, holding me against him. I couldn’t breathe. I was gagging around him, and I didn’t care. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt. He’d given in to me. He’d surrender to exactly what I wanted, and now I was going to give him everything he asked for.
14
ZEKE
Vito swallowed around me, and I groaned, pulling back enough to let him gasp for air. After a moment, I demanded, “More.” He let me take it, opening his mouth so I could thrust into him again and again.
My vision clouded and stars burst in my mind. I thrust against his mouth, coming again and again. He took every drop, never once trying to push me away. He was so fucking beautiful there on his knees, accepting whatever I gave him.
I’d bound myself to him like a fool, but God it felt good. Accepting his help was a terrible idea. I wasn’t solving my problem. I was making a worse one here in my new town. This was my last fucking chance, and I might screw it up, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself.
When I was completely drained, I let go of Vito and dropped back against the couch. I closed my eyes, not sure I could look at him. He laid his head against my thigh, trying to catch his breath. Without conscious thought, I began finger-combing his hair, like I was trying to soothe him. In reality, I was trying to soothe myself with the feel of him. This was all so fucked up.
Vito pulled away from me, and I let my hand drop. I kept my eyes closed, but I heard the sound of his zipper going down. I couldn’t keep myself from looking as he pulled out his cock. It was hard and red, and I could see a vein throbbing along the top.
“Take off your shirt,” he ordered. “I’m going to come on you.”
I suddenly wanted that more than anything. I wanted to wear him on my body. If I was going to be his, I wanted to immerse myself in it, utterly. I wanted to wallow in the filthiness of it. I was giving myself over to this man, and I was going to enjoy it. I loved sex and I was fucking done going without. I pulled my sweater and my T-shirt over my head, then slid down further, opening my legs even more.