CHAPTER 608: -CHAPTER 608-

Angelo’s black hair was splayed out on the marble countertop, the white and gold marble reflecting the lights overhead.

In an apron and pajama bottoms, the smooth surface felt cold against his back. His legs were still hooked around Nikolai’s waist, their bodies pressed closely to each other.

Angelo was sure that the apron got in Nikolai’s way, but the Mafia King stubbornly left it on, stepping back to pull off his bottoms in a single move.

His eyes were cloudy as he looked up at Nikolai taking him in. The Alpha’s eyes were impossibly dark, a predatory focus in his eyes as he intently looked over every of him.

Angelo was laying down properly on the kitchen countertop now, one of his legs bent at the knees while the other hung free. "Are you going to just look?" He prompted, dissatisfied with the distance.

When Nikolai was so far away, the temperature in the room dropped considerably - it didn’t help that he was only wearing a flimsy, black apron. The apron did little to cover him up, his hard cock nearly lifting the hem.

Slick spilled on the expensive marble top, the sweet, dark scent of black cherries and flowers overshadowing the savory scent of food long forgotten on the stove top.

Nikolai closed the distance between them, fingers digging into Angelo’s thighs as he lifted them both to rest on the kitchen island, parting his slender legs wider.

Angelo had to prop himself up with his elbows to get a good look at the Alpha leaning over him, darkness threading through his cold scent as his hands swept down his thighs to wrap around his waist.

Angelo let himself be manhandled like a doll, curiosity brimming past the fog in his eyes when Nikolai pushed him further up on the marble countertop to get him comfortable.

His eyes narrowed when the apron was rucked up, figuring out what Nikolai wanted to do. The Mafia King wouldn’t let him get him off that way, yet here he was for the second time that day doing just that.

His disgruntlement was wiped clean off when Nikolai’s cool hand wrapped around his overheated length, a soft gasp spilling from his kiss-bitten lips. Pleasure was always a surprising sensation, for someone used to pain and disgust, unabashed pleasure made him feel ravenous.

The Alpha kissed down the inside of his thigh, and it gave him sensations so acute, it felt like little sharp knives were stabbing into his skin. So when Nikolai bit down, it made him cry out, his elbows giving out under him.

Angelo could only see the top of Nikolai’s hair from his new position, he wanted to keep looking at the Mafia King’s face, but his body wasn’t listening to him. He was strung up tight as his thighs were marked up, the sensations startling.

It didn’t help that the entire time, Nikolai still had a hand on his cock, stroking slowly, stringing him up tighter. He already felt close, and Nikolai was still busy biting marks onto his thighs.

Blunt fingernails clawed against marble when the dangerous kisses moved deeper, right over his slick-soaked hole. There was still stimulation to his throbbing cock, no matter how slow, it was right about enough to have him teetering over the edge.

He made a choked sound of relief when Nikolai pulled away, choking because the Alpha right away pushed in two fingers and his tongue. If there was a stretch, Angelo didn’t notice, back arching, slender waist trembling.

Nikolai had a firm hold on his waist, so he couldn’t even squirm to ease the overwhelming sensations, having no choice but to be pinned down and let Nikolai treat his hole like he had done his thighs earlier.

It wasn’t until he was outright sobbing, the sounds quiet and maddening like he was still unable to be loud, that Nikolai lifted his head, three fingers pulling out with a squelch.

Angelo instinctively tried to curl up as soon as Nikolai straightened, already oversensitive without having a single orgasm. He had been too out of it to notice, but Nikolai had avoided his sweet spot, dragging out the torture just for the fun of it.

Nikolai stopped him by holding his face, the Mafia King had lost his robe some time ago, hard body pressing him to the even harder countertop.

Angelo could barely open his eyes, tears had run down the sides of his slanted eyes into his voluminous hair, which absorbed the salty tears easily. His breaths were shuddering out of his as Nikolai gently held his face and reverently placed their foreheads together.

Then the Alpha licked up his tears, it made their kisses taste salty sweet, Angelo instinctively wrapping his legs around Nikolai again.

Fortunately, Nikolai kept his kisses gentle this time because Angelo doubted that his lungs could handle that while he was still catching his breath.

Nikolai’s hands went around his waist again, but this time, it was to tug him to the edge of the countertop. He laid so precariously on it that he needed Nikolai to keep him balanced.

Angelo knew what was coming next, anticipation warring with the need to run away. Not because he didn’t want it, but because he remembered exactly just how insatiable Nikolai was. He hadn’t been able to keep up while in heat, the mixed emotions made his eyes glisten.

Nikolai picked up on his agitation, his smile slow. "Scared?"

Angelo didn’t answer the trick question, it was him being sleepy all over again. Regardless of his answer, the outcome would be the same, so he just held out a hand, inviting the Alpha closer with a gesture of his fingers.

Nikolai came easily like a dog, devotion in his dark eyes. Once again, Angelo was reminded that Nikolai made him feel a kaleidoscope of emotions, but none of them was fear.

When Nikolai came close enough, he wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The Alpha easily lost himself in the kiss, taking his time stealing his breath right from his lungs.