Page 27 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

Untangling from one another like scolded little boys, we both stood tall and nodded before straightening out our clothes. With a nudge of her gun, she wordlessly ordered us to step further apart from each other as if breathing the same air would reignite the fury.

As I fixed my hair, my eyes never left the traitor in the room while Alison disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a cloth and handing it to Jackson.

“You’re bleeding onto my hardwood floor.

Pray to God that it doesn’t stain, or I’m coming for your ass.

” Jackson looked down at the mess on his shirt and then the floor before grabbing the towel from Alison and pressing it to his nose.

“I’ll give you a pack of peas to put on it once you start talking. ”

The glower she directed at me next was dire and dark. If I weren’t a big-ass man, I’d shiver under that threatening glare. Instead, my lips pulled back into a smirk while my whole body responded to Alison showing the world the powerful queen I always knew her to be.

I was rock hard in seconds. It didn’t matter that I’d emptied my damn soul into her not even four hours ago. Seeing her in this power position had me craving her all over again.

The Mafia Princess in her right.

I had no fucking clue what Jackson came to say, ask, or do, and fuck me if I was about to wait for him to be done to act on the electric current that bolted down my body each time my gaze swerved from Alison’s frown to that Glock in her hand.

“You called me ten times. Why did you need to see me so badly?”

“Hold it,” I barked at Jackson before walking towards Alison, stopping once my shoulder brushed hers and whispering, “A word. Alone.”

Alison looked at me, rolled her eyes, and huffed what I could only imagine to be the start of an excuse. Before she could get that first word out, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me, her gun still snuggly dangling in her hand.

“What the hell do you want, Max?” She hissed from behind me, still as angry as before.

Once we were tucked into the hallway leading to Alison’s bedroom, I pushed her against the wall and kissed her with all the pent-up urgency her regal dominance had fueled me with. A sharp pain shot from my cut lip, but not even that was enough to stop me from kissing her.

There was absolutely no resistance despite her anger. Alison welcomed my tongue into her mouth, momentarily giving in to her own lust. But I knew she’d be backtracking if I didn’t get to the point. So I did.

Without warning, I pulled up her skirt and pushed her underwear aside, tracing two fingers up her slick pussy before kneeling in front of her.

“What are you doing?” It was more a breathy moan than anything else.

Hooking her leg over my shoulder, I stuck my tongue out and licked her from her entrance to her clit, her other leg almost giving out beneath her.

“Stop. Jackson is in the living room. He’ll hear us.”

“Point that gun at me,” I ordered before setting my lips back onto her.

“What?”

“Point that gun at my head, Alison. Put the bullet back in the chamber.” I pushed two fingers into her before sucking her clit into my mouth, showing her that I wasn’t playing games.

“Are you insane?” Her voice was high-pitched and breathy, yet there was absolutely no panic in it. Only pleasure.

“Do it. Order me to make you come like you want to, or you’re not coming at all.”

“What if I shoot?”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.” Her comeback was quick, her fingers tangling in my hair and pushing my head back just enough for me to look into her eyes.

“You shouldn’t trust me either, and yet here we are.” I snapped my head to the side to loosen her hold before latching onto her again like a starved man. “Gun, Alison.”

“I’ll hurt you. I’ll press the trigger,” She hissed, rocking against me now.

“You won’t. And if you do, the apartment is soundproof, so no one will hear.”

“That’s not funny.”

I licked her one last time before I stopped. Painfully slow, I pulled my fingers out and breathed right onto the spot she needed me most without ever touching. I knew it would drive her insane.

“Do it,” I whispered onto her skin while Alison bucked her hips with the need for contact.

She hesitated for a second, but a feather-light flick of my tongue on her clit was enough to convince her.

The sound of a bullet popping into the Glock’s chamber, followed by the metal being pressed against my skull, had my cock raging to be pulled out of my pants. But this was about her.

“Eat me. Make me come or die.” My Angel understood the fucking assignment.

“That’s my girl.”

My lips latched onto her clit while my fingers buried into her again, curling up and hitting that spot that made her see stars in all different colors. Alison moaned, covering her mouth with her free hand to stop the sounds from spilling from the deepest and most intimate parts of her.

“Scream all you want, Baby. I don’t give a fuck if he listens.”

Was it payback for having to sit through the five minutes of lousy sex they had right here? No. Because that was forgettable.

This?

This was a damn core memory in the making.

This was something she’d never forget.

Alison bucked her hips, fucking my face at the rhythm she needed before her knees started trembling. It was fast and furious. My angel liked a dose of danger with her pleasure.

Duly noted.

I picked up my pace, mindful of the way she was riding me, reading her with the tips of my fingers and the taste on my tongue.

She’d be lost soon, judging by how drenched she was, and I was eager to drink her up.

“Oh God. I’m gonna come.”

The barrel pressed harder into my skull while her other hand came to hold my head in place as she took control of her pleasure. Her hips bucked and rotated as she chased her orgasm, my nose pressed into her skin as I ate her out with everything I had.

I kept my pace steady and unrelenting, giving her exactly what she needed while getting my own fill for being used.

Fuck this was insanely hot!

Alison having the power, calling the shots while I was at her mercy, was everything I never knew I needed. The thrill of the danger at the tip of her finger almost made me come in my damn pants.

I thought I always wanted control. Turned out that for her, I’d be anything.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” She moaned before her whole body went absolutely still and rigid. A second later, Alison’s pussy convulsed around my fingers as she came hard and fucking beautiful.

And I thought I could hold it.

With a groan, my cock exploded, cum shooting out and drenching my underwear while I fought to keep thrusting and licking.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Slowly, Alison came down from her high and pulled the gun away from me and her leg from over my shoulder. Her chest was heaving from exertion. The smile on her face gave me a clear indication of the intensity of her orgasm, and for that, I was damn proud.

“You’re fucking insane,” She said with a chuckle.

“I’m fucking wet, that’s what I am,” I replied, looking down at my crotch and then up at her. Nothing visible for now.

“You came in your pants?”

“That’s what you do to me. I hope you’re happy.” I stood up and kissed her while fixing her skirt back into place.

“This was positively suicidal, you know that, right? I had to focus so hard not to squeeze that trigger while I was coming.”

“It was fucking hot. Seeing you like that, like the badass mafia princess you are. We need to do it again. I didn’t even know you owned a gun.”

“Safety precautions.” She shrugged.

“That doesn’t explain how you handled it as if you’d been doing it all your life.”

“I don’t know, either. Instinct, maybe?”

I gave her lips another peck. “No, Baby. The way you held yourself was most definitely not instinct. That was training.”

She furrowed her brows in confusion, and I could see the wheels in her head turning as she gave my words a hard thought.

“Maybe it was. We’ll talk about it later. Right now, Jackson is still waiting for us.”

“Oh, right,” I replied, my voice dripping in annoyance while my eyes rolled to the back of my skull, in case my tone hadn’t been clear enough.

I was wearing black slacks. Maybe it wouldn’t show that much. Still, I had no fucks to give regarding that Naoki shithead. I didn’t care if he pieced it together or saw the stain on my crotch. I’d wear it like a badge of honor.

“Wait.” Alison tugged on my hand as I started making my way out, “You said my apartment is soundproof. Were you joking?”

“No. We had it done before you moved in, along with the bulletproof windows and other stuff. Your brother was a bit paranoid when your friend’s father was hunting him down.”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember that. What I also remember is you barging in here because you, and I quote, ‘heard a noise’ after you sat at my door ‘listening’ while I had sex with Jax.”

“I don’t appreciate you talking about being fucked by other men while I can still taste your cum on my tongue.”

“That’s beside the point. How did you hear anything if my apartment is soundproof?” Checkmate. My smart girl caught me there.

My face was blank. My eyes roaming to everything and anything besides her face.

“You fucking bugged my apartment?” The outrage in her voice was raw and real, and yet, somehow, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.

“Are you really that surprised?” I replied, pulling her into me before kissing her again. “My cum is starting to slide down my leg now, and if you want to keep what just happened only between the two of us, we shouldn’t keep Jackson waiting anymore. Give me a towel so we can go.”

“You don’t deserve a towel.” Without another word, Alison pushed off the wall and strutted back to the living room. I could sense her vengeful smile even though she had her back to me.