Page 16 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)
MAX
Hell was a kind upgrade from the place I had descended into. That exchange with Vincenzo snapped something in me after the pronounced shove Alison had gifted me earlier.
Living half a life because of a past that would someday catch up suddenly felt short. It was all done with the catching up now, and I was falling behind on the living.
I stomped into Alison’s apartment, going straight for the bottle of Máximo still sitting on the counter, the room as dark as my intentions.
There was a jade-eyed angel inside this place, ripe for a punishment that was long overdue.
My teeth craved a bite bigger than what I’d been offered before.
I needed to eat and drink every last piece of her until there was no more left to give.
Every nerve in my body hummed at the image of Alison begging on her knees, her mouth full of me, cum and drool dripping down her chin, and all I needed to do was close my eyes to see it all over again. It wasn’t good enough. I needed a do-over, and over, and over…
My cock was already standing tall, begging for more, and I wasn’t even past the damn kitchen.
I filled the tumbler with a bigger dose than what was conventionally enough, tipping the whole thing back, knowing fully well that tonight I’d be letting her in on one of my secrets, just as her little drinking game suggested.
It was a dangerous gamble, but I needed that hold on her. I had a piece of my soul sitting broken in my hands, and I wanted her to have it.
I had many. Secrets, that is. Stacked in layers from fucked-up to irredeemably fucked-up, and tonight, I felt a creep of madness seeping into my every pore, inching me into spilling them all.
But I couldn’t. Not yet.
Not if I wanted her to be mine first, even if only for tonight. So I’d settle for just this one, still big enough to have her pretty little head spinning after.
I followed the dim light down the hall, a faint hum filling the otherwise silent space. The door to her room was wide open, and my eyes landed straight on her arched back, the vision before me making my cock ache for a turn.
Alison had a hand buried between her legs, her hair sprawled around her head, her eyes shut as tight as they would go while her mouth hung open. She trapped the sounds her body needed to make in her throat, maybe wary that there was a whole damn pack of Mafia men just a thin wall away.
One small, breathy moan escaped, making me swallow hard, craving all those noises for myself, plus a bunch more I’d tear from her.
“Need a tongue?” Pun most definitely intended.
“Max!” She shouted, sitting up and yanking her hand from between her thighs, surprised to see me walking in on such an intimate moment. “You’re… bleeding.” She tried deflecting, but I quickly waved that thought off.
“You shouldn’t be touching that without permission, Alison.” My voice was hoarse, my eyes moving from her flushed face to her legs and back up. She had crossed them to hide from me, but she should know that I wouldn’t be allowing that tonight. Not after what she did.
Alison moved again, recoiling in what looked like shame for being caught masturbating, but fuck, it was the best thing I’d seen in my life.
“Own it, Baby,” I encouraged her. “That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
” I let my palm rub over my swollen cock, showing her just how hard I was at the sight of her.
Her eyes widened, filling again with the lust they’d held just an hour ago, her tongue sweeping across her devious lips.
“One day I’ll want to watch you use it on yourself, but I’m too impatient for that tonight. ”
I stalked towards her bed, my eyes never leaving that luscious body of hers before climbing on the mattress, right over her body, prying the little purple vibrator from her hand and ravishing her lips like the edacious fucker I was.
I let my body kiss her just as much as my lips did, my hips bucking into her, rubbing straight into that juicy part of her that I couldn’t wait to taste.
“I’m fucking you tonight, Alison,” I huskily whispered against her lips between ragged breaths and rabid kisses. “Come hell or high water, I’m fucking you.”
I took over her mouth again, eating up every moan she gave and demanding more.
I was greedy as fuck tonight. I’d give in to every thought, image, and craving I’ve had for this queen beneath me since the day I first met her.
Restraint was like a damn bomb, ticking down the minutes, days, years, before it exploded and slashed everything in its wake.
She had felt it. I was running my finger up the scar that proved as much, sitting on her right thigh from where I’d pulled that metal rod.
But today she’d taste the blast of my bomb.
The remnants of my restraint. It was sweet and so, so fucking vile.
She let me fuck her mouth with my tongue while my fingers dug into her hips, pulling her into me to match every new stroke of my fully clothed thrusts. My cock protested for freedom. It wanted in on the action, in on her.
“Take this off.” I tugged on her T-shirt, pulling it over her head to expose her perfect tits, relishing in the sight beneath me. “My God, you’re perfect!”
Alison was just as hungry as I was, pulling me flush against her to resume our kiss.
“Who are you, and what did you do to Max?”
“I unleashed him.” I kissed her again before hooking my arms beneath her thighs and yanking her towards the edge of the bed.
I kneeled on the floor and placed her legs on my shoulders, my tongue darting across my lips as I was faced with her pink pussy covered in nothing but thin black lace.
It was still skewed, one of her juicy lips peeking from the side.
“A lace thong for bed, Alison? Do you wear these all the time?” She propped up on her elbows, looking down at me, a single brow arched as she thought about her snarky answer.
“No. Only when there’s a chance someone might see me in them.”
A growl rumbled in my chest, up my throat, and out of my mouth. It was unrestrainable.
“We’re gonna need to address that sentence before anything else.
Let’s get this straight. There is no someone, there’s me.
You wear these when there’s a chance that I’ll see them.
Got it?” Alison nodded, holding her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes hooded with lust. “This is for my eyes only.” She nodded again, but it wasn't enough. I needed reassurance. I needed the damn words out in the universe so they’d seem irrefutable.
“Say it. Say this pussy is mine. Say that you’re mine,” I demanded as my thumb stroked over her pussy from her entrance all the way up over the silky fabric, pressing just enough as I got to her clit to make her legs tremble with need.
I held her gaze, watching as a veil of pity covered the lust, pulling me under even more.
“Max…” Her whisper was drenched in reticence and uncertainty, but I wasn’t having it. Not tonight. Tonight I’d destroy this pink little cunt, eat it, and fuck it until it was raw and overflowing with my cum. MY fucking cum!
“Stop,” I grunted. “We’re in the present, Alison. No pasts, no futures. We’re in the now, and I want to hear you say it. Are you fucking mine, Alison?” I demanded, my tone final and laced with the edge of darkness I’d been drenched in. “Say it, or go back to fucking yourself.”
“It’s yours, Max. I’m yours. I’ve been trying to tell you that, but you just wouldn’t listen.” She confessed in a small voice, still watching me tease her with my finger, up and down, my head between her thighs.
“I’m all ears now, Angelo. I’m making you mine tonight, because me? You’ve owned me since I set eyes on you.”
I pushed the fabric to the side, allowing my tongue to have what it’s been craving all this time.
“Fuck, you taste like candy,” I hissed against her clit, Alison’s hands darting straight to my hair, pulling me into her for more.
“Say please, Princess. Be nice, and I’ll fuck your pussy with my tongue. ”
Who was I kidding? She could call me a fucking asshole, thrash and kick, cuss and spit, and I’d still eat her up just as she needed me to. Just as I needed to.
I was under no false impression that I was the one in control here. That was just the facade because this show was all hers.
“Please, Max,” She conceded, that damn word falling on my ears like a melody I’ve craved for centuries. “Please, Max. I need you.”
Music for the fucking soul.
I stuck my tongue out flat, running the whole length of her, pushing her hips up to start right at the tight little hole beneath her, all the way past her pussy, only to stop on her clit, drawing it in my mouth with a hard suck.
I watched her head fall back as I nipped and sucked on her ravenously, one hand falling from my head to grip the sheets beside her.
“Ride my face, Alison. Fuck yourself against my mouth.” She did exactly as she was told, her hips lifting from the mattress to meet my tongue, taking at the intensity she needed.
I let her have her turn, but stopped her before she was undone. With a hand firmly pressed on her stomach, I held her in place, lifting one leg higher to get to everywhere I wanted.
My tongue fucked her first, drawing droplets of heaven from inside her before it focused on flicking her clit unrelentingly. Alison writhed beneath me, and I worshiped her on my knees, head buried in the holiest of shrines, drawing back every time I felt her reaching the edge.
“Max, c’mon!” She protested, momentarily forgetting what would most definitely get her there.
“Manners, Baby Girl. Let me hear you beg for it.” I flicked my tongue over her clit again, my index finger running the length of her slit, slowly prying in just a little to tease her right to where I wanted her to be.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Max. Please make me come, I need you to make me come.”
“One more time, Angelo. ”