Page 83 of His Forbidden Alliance

“No, you wouldn’t be much fun as a corpse. Lay back down.”

I shifted position, turning around and straddling him so my ass was in his face. “Eat my ass. Then maybe you’ll get what you want.”

“Damn, Zach, are you always this filthy?”

“No. You bring it out in me.”

He laughed, and I felt his warm breath against my hole. “You’re as big of a slut as I am.”

“You have no idea how right you are.”

I sucked in my breath as he gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He swiped his tongue over my hole. I thought I might come only from that. “Oh my God, that’s so good.”

“More.”

He pushed his tongue into me, and it was better than I’d ever imagined it could be. He started working me with fingers too. It was so much—too much—so fucking intense. When he pressed a finger against my prostate and licked me, I thought I was going to die. It was all I could do to keep from coming when I’d just spilled my seed down his throat.

“God, you’re good at that.” I could feel him smile against me.

I couldn’t take much more, so I pulled away, turning back to face him. I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked myself. I was more than ready to fuck him again. “All right. I’ve tormented you long enough. Tell me what you want.”

He opened his legs wider and pulled his knees up to his chest. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Zach, just like this.”

He tossed a bottle of lube my way. It had been under his pillow, where I’d seen him use it when we were on the phone together. My hands barely worked; it took me two tries to pop the cap open. I greased up my cock, and in seconds, I was pushing into him, opening him up, watching his eyes widen. Fucking perfect.

“God, yes. Zach, come here. Fuck me.”

I did, mercilessly working myself into him until we were both crying out, clinging to each other, shuddering through our orgasms. I collapsed over him when we were done, managing to roll us to the side and hold him against me. He grabbed a T-shirt from the floor and wiped up some of the mess, but neither of us could move further than that.

I didn’t ask about staying. He didn’t say anything. He pulled the covers up and wrapped himself around me. We fell asleep there, holding each other. It was the best night I’d ever had.

32

RAFE

Iwoke up the next morning to the sun peeking through my window. I stretched and winced as I realized how sore I was. My body had taken a damn good pounding from Zach the night before. How many times had we woken through the night and fucked again? I wasn’t sure. Hopefully, I’d be able to walk today.

I turned over, expecting Zach to be there, wondering if maybe I should use my mouth to wake him up, but his side of the bed was empty. I tensed. He wouldn’t have left, would he? Things weren’t done. We had leads, but we didn’t have Ivanov.

I listened, thinking maybe I’d hear him in the bathroom. Instead, I heard him talking. He must be on the phone. I slid out of bed—oh yeah, walking wasn’t going to be that easy. That only made me smile. I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. I opened the door and froze. I heard my name, then silence, and then Zach said:

“I told you, it’s not a problem. You know I’m not stupid enough to fall for someone I’m working with.”

Was he talking about me? He was lying. He wouldn’t admit what we were doing. I wouldn’t either. It was fine. But after another moment of silence, he said, “Of course not. He’s a fucking mobster. And besides, I’m straight. Did you forget that?”

I had to grab the doorframe to stay upright. No, that wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Maybe he wasn’t out at work. That would make a lot of sense. But the way he said it—so cutting. He’d told me he’d never sucked another man off, but I didn’t think that meant he didn’t think he liked men. Had he been fucking with me this whole time? I wanted to run. I didn’t want to hear another word, but I forced myself to stand right there.

“Right. He’s a pain in the ass. I’m using him to get to Ivanov. Once this is done, that’s it. I won’t be talking to him anymore. I’m not going to become some kind of internal spy for the Theriots. What kind of fucking idiot do you think I am?”

I felt sick. My stomach was in a knot. I’d let myself fall for this man. I’d convinced myself I was in love with him the way Dante loved Alex and Lorenzo loved Nikolai. How stupid could I be? It was at that moment that Zach turned around. He saw me standing there, and he knew I’d heard every word.

“I’ve got to go,” he said. After ending the call, he shoved his phone in his pocket and held his hands up in a surrender posture.

I wasn’t going to wait for him to say anything. “You’re done searching for Ivanov. My family and I will handle it from here. I don’t care what you tell your superiors. I don’t care what your excuse is for not getting what you wanted. You won’t use anything that we’ve learned together, and I will never see you again in my casino.”

“No, Rafe. I was lying. I didn’t mean any of that.”

“So you are gay? And you have enjoyed fucking me?”