Page 10 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

MAX

Kingdoms have fallen for far less.

How could I stand my ground and resist everything I ever wanted, literally kneeling before me?

Fuck! I’m gonna fall…

Alison was a queen, checkmating me into submission. No knights. No pawns. Just a queen and her deadly weapons, all pointed at me.

She was already halfway down my zipper, adamant on her advances. All I could do was stare at her divinity.

Hypnotizing, emerald eyes peered back at me, holding nothing but determination and a deep warmth. Much more than the heat of the moment's intensity swimming in them. Much more than just lust.

Alison was as lost as I was.

I should stop this!

All the strength and honor in me weren’t enough to put an end to what was about to happen. It was wrong, but fuck did it feel right!

There was a new sparkle in her eyes. Better yet, a renewed one. I had seen her light fading recently. But right here before me was the Alison I met three years ago, fierce and powerful, glowing under a new veil of rebirth.

Facing death had its consequences. On her, they looked fucking glorious.

“Alison…” I warned, pleaded, whispered. I was trying to give her a last way out before she unleashed the monster inside me. “You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m not the gentle man you think I am. Not here.” Maybe she’d forgotten how hungry I was for her. How unrestrained she made me.

This was a Pandora’s box that could not be closed after popping open. If she took the leap, we would both be blinded and burned by this light.

“Perfect, then.” She wasn’t having any of it. Still, she had no clue what she was getting herself into. I had demons I wasn’t sure she could take. “I want real and honest Max today.”

“My bites sting, Angelo . I’ll knock that halo of yours straight to hell.”

“I have a high tolerance for pain. And I can’t wait to feel your teeth sink in. Love marks suit me like a second skin.”

“Fuck marks,” I corrected. “Love marks are tame. I’m too hungry not to devour you. I won’t be satisfied with just a taste.” I wasn’t. Ever since three fucking years ago, I craved more of her with each passing day.

Her smile was as big as I’d ever seen. I was trying to scare her, but it seemed that every word out of my mouth drew her further in. She remembered just fine.

Alison didn’t strike me as a submissive.

She was clearly a brat, and a hard one to tame at that.

And fuck, had I been looking forward to the challenge.

Every other time we had together was timed.

It was on a clock. This precedent we were about to set meant more than just a one-time thing. We both knew it.

Neither of us fit into a neat box. We were complex. Intense. Complicated in all the worst ways. Maybe that was the beauty of it. The beauty of us.

Fuck! Thoughts of pluralism should be the last thing on my mind when it comes to her.

“I want the Max I saw on that plane. The Max that barged into the Massimo Mansion with me on his shoulder with no fucks to give. Truthful, raw, and real. You need this, Max.” She pulled on my slacks, making them fall to the ground, just the thin layer of my boxers separating her from my fully erect shaft.

“ I need this.” I felt the warmth of her words whispered against my eager cock, making it twitch in anticipation.

Alison slowly settled her lips on me, just the thin layer of fabric between us.

“Please.” She finally pleaded against it.

Damn it all! My safety rope was more than gone now.

A single word was all it took to flip the switch if it hadn’t been already. There wasn’t a sight on this earth that looked as amazing as Alison begging on her knees.

“ Cazzo, Angelo! ” Fuck, Angel. My hand tightened its grip on her hair, forcing her to bury her gaze in mine again. Her bottom lip dragged up the bulge in my underwear until she was looking at me.

Pulling her back with a tug on her hair, I bent down, my face just inches away from her perfect one. “You look fucking incredible on your knees, begging against my cock.”

My lips brushed against hers with every word, hungry to take them and dive deep into her mouth.

“Then let me have it,” she replied. It was a dare, a tease, a cornering promise of pleasure. But I wanted more. I needed her to say it with all the damn words.

“You’ll have to do better than that, Princess.” I tugged on her hair again, relishing in the moany whimper she released, my lips twisted into a wicked grin. “Tell me exactly what you want and how much you want it.”

Alison smiled in mischief, shallow pants escaping her slightly ajar mouth. Her tongue left a trail of wetness across her bottom lip before she trapped it between her teeth, thinking carefully about her next words.

“I want you, Max. All of you. The light, and the eerie shadows, but right now, I’ll settle for having your cock in my mouth.

” Her hands were freely roaming their way up my naked thighs, inching closer to the hem of my briefs.

“I want to make you come as hard as you made me.” She dipped her fingers in the waistband, skimming them back and forth, never reaching the center where the head of my cock was almost peeking out from.

“I want to swallow every drop of cum I can take from you.”

I inhaled every word together with a sharp breath of eagerness. She was a fucking goddess. Who was I to deny her of her wishes?

“You’re missing the magic word, Angelo. ”

“Please.” She dragged the word on her tongue purposely. “Please let me taste you.”

I crushed my lips onto hers with all the unleashed want I had been bottling up, practically fucking her mouth with my tongue, holding her jaw in place with one hand, the other still tangled in her raven mane.

I ate each and every pant she released from my unexpected cave. Alison was ready for a harder fight. She had no clue she had demolished me with her mixture of politeness and depravity.

Please.

Alison was gasping for air by the time I released her lips. Licking my own, I savored every drop of her, taking in her taste like a highly addictive drug.

Rum and trouble.

She already had the flavor of Máximo on her tongue, but the next thick gulp would maybe be more than she could take in that sassy mouth of hers.

There was still an extra surprise in my pants, one I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to. I was anxious to let her have her way, but a few more seconds of teasing wouldn’t kill me either.

“You said princes were boring.” I released her hair, standing tall and smirking at the confused expression plastered on her face.

“What?”

“Pull them down to meet His Majesty.” I motioned to my underwear. She was still confused, and after a condescending eye roll I’d have to address later, she lit up like the Fourth of July at the sound of my permission. “He’s been eager to make your acquaintance.”

Alison finally tugged on my boxers, freeing my painful erection that throbbed at the sight of her excitement. It was leaking already, anxious to glide against Alison’s taste buds.

“Oh, fuck!” She cussed in a whisper. I couldn’t help but grin as I took in her expression. Surprised, enticed, burning hotter than the surface of the fucking sun. “I… I… When?”

Her eyes were stuck on the shiny metal of my dick piercing while her tongue swept eagerly across her lips.

“It's called a Prince Albert. I guess they’re not as boring as you said,” I teased her.

She’d mentioned it twice before, maybe repressing a kink she didn’t know how to address, so I had it done just for her, thinking she would never see it after the way we left things before leaving California.

“Bedazzled, you said. I hope you like it.”

“Seems like I’ll be taking on a royal villain after all.”

Without another warning, Alison wrapped her lips around my cock, moaning her way down my shaft.

“Fuck!” I groaned in pleasure. Every piece of me was reveling in the feeling of her tongue against me. Once I had finally flipped my middle finger to consequences, I was fluttering in a sky of ecstasy.

Alison pulled back, flicking her tongue around the ring once she reached the tip again, exploring every detail.

“What will this do to me?” She asked before taking me deep into her mouth again.

“A lot,” I managed to reply in a grunt, my head falling back in delight. I was still pressed against the counter, one hand gripping onto the marble while the other coached, caressed, and gripped this beautiful creature. “Shit! That mouth of yours is pure fucking sin.”

I can’t believe this is my life!

I had a strong belief that life was all about balance, and especially for me, my scale always tended to tip to the worst side. If I was soaring in heaven now, it just meant that I’d be dipping straight into hell soon enough. Right now, I couldn’t give a flying fuck.

Not when Alison’s mouth was around my cock.

I coached her movements with my hand on the back of her head, slowly at first. Each time I pulled back, Alison would go a little deeper, warming me up inch by inch.

“Look at me. You look exquisite with my cock in your mouth.” Alison moaned in response to my praise, her appreciation humming its way through every sensitive nerve ending on my thriving dick.

With her eyes locked on mine, she took my cock out of her mouth with as many theatricals as I could ask for, putting on a fucking show just for me.

She stuck out her tongue, tracing one of the protruding veins from the base of my shaft to the tip like a damn road map, never averting her gaze from mine.

There was nothing I could do not to stare in amazement.

How could she be so fucking perfect for me and so far from my reach?

This was nothing but life’s sick joke. A mean prank, like a fucking carrot I’d never reach, dangling on the edge of a damn stick.

More than that, this was a dangerous as fuck game we were playing. It was clear both of us were going to get burned when that dreadful day came. Yet this was exactly where I wanted to be.