CHAPTER 600: +CHAPTER 600+

Nikolai’s expression relaxed at the change in conversation, but his cutting blue eyes never left Angelo’s face. "Because I wanted you."

Angelo’s eyes widened, and then he dropped his gaze, unable to keep looking at Nikolai. Of all the explanations he had thought he would get, he had not considered this.

He tried to remain calm, but his flushed face gave him away, transported to the endless hours of his heat. "You can do what you like, as long as it doesn’t hurt." He mumbled, still averting his gaze.

Nikolai studied him intently, the assassin always gave him free rein to though whatever he wanted. It was really nice, don’t get him wrong, because he knew that anyone else would get a knife in between their ribs.

He just wanted Angelo to make more demands, to want more. "And what do you want?"

Angelo glanced up, but only for a moment, shying away from the darkness in Nikolai’s eyes. He never thought much about things like that, it was a deeply ingrained habit that had nothing to do with Nikolai.

He was content with things as they were, but that was just him, Nikolai respected... well, most of his boundaries, spoken and unspoken.

What did he want?

Nikolai was touchy and affectionate, the Mafia King had let his Mafia House be crumbled to the ground for his sake and had endless patience.

Angelo had managed to convince himself that he wasn’t the Mafia King’s preference, but that held no water after their date.

"I want you. I want this," He answered earnestly. Not yet over the fear that Nikolai would get rid of him.

Silvia had asked him if he was in love with Nikolai, but it wasn’t quite that, even if the Mafia King wasn’t romantically interested in him, he would be content with that.

He had left Silvia’s side without a second thought to stay by his side and would do it again, over and over again.

The Alpha had stopped him from hurtling over the edge and kept him anchored. There was no reason to ignore the fact that if he hadn’t met Nikolai, he would be dead.

It would have been so easy to slip up in a mission; he wouldn’t have even gone through all that trouble if Nikolai and Silvia hadn’t shielded him from Luis Caddel. Merely hearing that the monster was coming for him would be enough to bleed himself out in a random hotel room,

Maybe he didn’t know how to feel love... it made him panic for a moment. Wide, frantic gaze fixed on Nikolai, who had closed the distance between them, only a few inches between their faces.

He was selfish, but he didn’t want Nikolai to waste his time on an empty husk like him, who probably couldn’t replicate his feelings.

Nikolai’s expression was still inscrutable, still searching for something in Angelo’s eyes. "You don’t sound like you believe that."

Angelo couldn’t look away this time, pinned underneath Nikolai’s searching gaze. "I’m afraid I can’t fall in love." He revealed, the words quiet, heavy.

It wasn’t a refusal of Nikolai, but it might as well be.

He expected the Mafia King to pull back, but instead, the murkiness in his eyes cleared up. "That’s fine. Neither can I." Nikolai said satisfactorily, "And I won’t live on when you die."

While Nikolai’s easy acceptance of his confession was startling, Angelo deeply understood the latter part of his sentence, because he felt exactly the same. Nikolai was anchoring him, mentally and physically. If the Alpha were to die, he would follow.

"Neither will I." Angelo replied solemnly.

Macabre as the contents of their words were, they were weighty; heavy and dark as vows.

When the air cleared up, Nikolai was back to being in a good mood, an even better mood than on their drive here.

Angelo was still curled up underneath him, suspicion bleeding into his pale green eyes.

"So everything is on the table as long as it feels good?" Nikolai threw his reckless words back in his face.

Angelo wasn’t going to turn him down, his libido was still nonexistent, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t reciprocate. Nikolai saying those words, however, was completely a threat to his ability to walk.

"What are you planning?" He asked with narrowed eyes, his eyes darting around, looking for an escape route.

Nikolai’s dark eyes were cold, but they burned ice hot as they tracked his eyes and every minute expression on his face.

Angelo had a feeling that the Alpha would be perfectly fine with him trying to make a run for it, he might even encourage it. Running would simply be delaying the inevitable because he wasn’t really trying to escape - he would let the Alpha catch him every time.

"I’m hurt," Nikolai sulked, "I simply wanted to ask for a kiss."

Angelo relaxed despite himself, straightening his legs and reaching out to pull Nikolai down for a kiss.

The chaste kiss deepened far too quickly for him to notice the Mafia King smiling into the kiss, his eyes closed.

Angelo had expected something tame like last night, and not at all for Nikolai to try to drink him down, his eyelids flicking open with a gasp as he wrenched away to catch his breath.

There was no more escape though, Nikolai already had him pinned to the sofa, the piece of furniture barely enough to fit them both.

Nikolai’s hands and lips felt like they were everywhere at once, undoing the braid in his hair, on his jaw, zipping down his tactical shirt, on his Adam’s apple...

Angelo never once thought about stopping, slender fingers clinging to Nikolai’s leather trench coat as the pleasure dampened his eyes, making them appear glassy.

He only panicked when Nikolai moved lower, deftly undoing his heavy belt and placing it to the side. He immediately reached out to try to stop him, only to have both wrists caught in a single hand.

Angelo could easily break free if he wanted to, but he indulged the Mafia King. He did say that Nikolai was free to do whatever he wanted as long as it felt good, and it did, his bottom lip bitten red as Nikolai stroked his length with his free hand.

He was no longer trying to stop him, but Nikolai didn’t let go of his wrists, his fists clenching and unclenching. It was difficult looking at Nikolai, his ravenous gaze was a bad combination with all that he already had going on.

Angelo hadn’t done anything since his heat, but that didn’t explain why he was so sensitive, barely keeping his sounds in, his nerves hypercharged with sensation.

Nikolai broke their gaze first, lowering his head to take his leaking, twitching cock in his mouth.

Angelo could barely muffle the cry that pulled out of him, reminded once again that they were still in Nikolai’s office with his men just outside the door.

Nikolai didn’t seem to notice or care if he did, his grip on his wrists bruising, his head bobbing with a startling amount of skill.

Angelo had already been close when Nikolai simply stroked him for a short while, so he was right on the edge in no time, his fears coming to life when a knock came from the door.

Nikolai didn’t slow down, taking him deep into his throat and swallowing around his tip.

There was so much going on that Angelo didn’t have the time to worry about cumming down Nikolai’s throat, biting his lips bloody to keep his sounds in.

Nikolai only pulled off when he was starting to twitch and whimper; his expression was satisfied, but his eyes were alight. "That’s the first kiss."

Angelo didn’t have any energy left to glare at him, curling up as much as Nikolai would allow, his body spasming faintly in his aftermath, gasps soft.

The knock came again, tentative this time, Nikolai glared at it, finally letting go of his wrists, warm hands soothing the faint bruises on the pale skin.

Nikolai gently put him back together after taking him apart, the Mafia King’s eyes were depthless as he sought his out. "Don’t die," He whispered fervently, holding his face. "I want this for an eternity."

Angelo leaned into his palm, black hair wild around his flushed face, he wouldn’t have it any other way.