Page 33 of Angel of Light (Lords of The Commission: New York #5)

MAX

I knew what I had to do, but there was no way I was allowing Alison to go with me. I was also aware that leaving alone was a long shot, so there was only one solution to my predicament – fuck her until she passed out cold.

As soon as we were back to her apartment, I went straight for the booze. Alison was wound up too tight to be in the mood for anything, so I needed to set the ambiance.

One glass and a bottle of rum, as per usual. Our rum.

Alison smiled at me as I fiddled around her kitchen for what had become our little tradition. It was tight and forced, laced with worry for something that would never happen. At least not on the terms she thought.

Matt would never kill me. But Vincenzo? I wouldn’t put it past him.

I filled the tumbler and took the first drink before refilling it and placing the glass in her hand.

“I don’t think this is the time to be drinking,” Alison said a little warily.

“Suit yourself, but I thought you needed some looseness for what I’m about to do to you.” Without hesitation, I took the drink from her hand and downed the whole thing, never breaking eye contact.

“It’s not the time for sex, either. I can’t get in that state of mind knowing that my brother, my very dangerous mafia Don brother, might have a hit on you by now.”

“If my fate is sealed, I’m taking a fucker with me. Question time. Would you be angrier if I killed Vincenzo or Jackson?”

“Max!” The way she said my name was pure admonishment.

“It’s a question, Alison. Remember the rules.”

“Zoe.” She replied, her nose turning upward with the sass that single word held.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “She’s nothing. Never was. Just a job that needed to be done in exchange for intel on the Yakuza.”

“Jackson also never meant anything. He was just a friend with benefits, there was never anything more than that.”

“You still fucked him.”

“I could argue that you pushed me to do so by rejecting me every chance you got. Besides, who told you I never fucked Vincenzo?”

My blood turned to fire, burning me from within with each pump.

“Vincenzo it is, then.” Alison glared at me, and before she could elaborate, I continued, “Now that we’ve established who’s dying, can we skip to the good part?”

Alison shook her head, her smile more relaxed now, holding mischief while her green eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Besides, Angelo, you can’t fool me . You’ve been in ‘that state’ since I refused you in that bathroom, and I can prove it.”

I didn’t give her so much as a second to register my words before my hand hiked up her dress, my fingers pressing right against her sensitive clit. Alison whimpered right on impact, her body slightly bending forward with nothing but a shadow of a touch.

“See, Baby?” I whispered, coming down to meet her eyes, speaking against her lips, “Right as I intended to leave you. Raw and fucking needy for me.”

“That’s not fair.” She protested, “I can’t. I’m too worried.”

“Then let me fix that.”

I pressed harder, my index circling over that sweet spot that blurred her vision and hazed her thoughts. Razor-sharp precision but an extra slow movement that had Alison’s thighs trembling. Her eyes fluttered shut, telling me my angel was ripe for the taking.

“Well,” I said, my voice dropping an octave as I slid a finger inside her for added effect while Alison placed a hand on my shoulder, steadying herself, “If I do die tomorrow, do you really want your last memory of me to be getting fucked in a restaurant bathroom and not even coming?”

She let out a raspy moan while her back arched in pleasure. She was still so damn sensitive from earlier. Still throbbing for the pleasure she’d been robbed of.

“Or do you prefer to remember me as the man who made you black out from orgasming so many damn times that you lost count?” Another finger joined the first, and this time, her moan was trapped in her chest.

Her dress was already shoved up to her waist, bunched around her hips. I took my time dragging my fingers in and out, curling them at just the right angle until her knees gave out, and I had to hold her up.

I pulled her tighter to me, my rock-hard cock compressed against my arm as I slowly finger fucked her with deliberate calmness. I kissed her with all my hunger, a deep and dirty kiss that made my lips buzz with the need for more.

I needed to claim her. To mark her as mine, and since I couldn’t put a damn ring on her finger, I’d do it another way.

Kissing a path to her neck, I licked her silky skin before latching my lips onto it and sucking hard.

Just like a damn teenager, I marked her skin with a hickey and reveled in the sight of it.

“So fucking mine,” I hissed before pulling my fingers out of her and grabbing the bottle of rum off the counter.

“Take off your dress.” Alison hesitated at first, too lust-hazed to respond on instinct. “Now.”

She stripped in silence, eyes locked on me as she revealed, inch by inch, that body I’d burn in hell for.

Taking a sip directly from the bottle, I filled my mouth with rum and held it there. I grabbed her face, tilting it up until her eyes met mine. Squeezing her cheeks slightly, her lips puckered forward, forcing them to open, and I emptied my mouth into hers.

Sucking in a breath, I watched her swallow everything aside from a single drop that slid down her chin. I cleaned it with the pad of my thumb before burying it into her warm mouth for her to suck it off.

Alison welcomed me in, wrapping her sinful lips around my thumb and sucking.

“That’s my good girl,” I rasped, my cock twitching in my pants at the feeling of her. But this was all about her.

Without a warning, I lifted her onto the cold stone counter and spread her legs wide. “You said you’re too worried for sex, right? Let’s see if you feel that way when I’m done with you.”

Her back arched the second I pressed two fingers against her clit. Just a light tease. A temptation she was bound to crumble to, leaving her resolve torn and shattered behind the darkness of her closed eyes.

“You’re already shaking,” I said with a dark chuckle. “So needy for me.” I backed up just enough to reach for the bottle again, holding it between us. “Open your legs for me, Baby,” I said, my voice low and dark, whispering straight against her skin.

Alison obeyed instantly this time, her body tense under the closeness of my breath, expectant of what my next move was. She was spread wide on the cold counter like a fucking feast.

I tilted the bottle slightly, letting a slow stream of amber liquor pour between her breasts, down her stomach, into the soft dip of her navel. Alison gasped at the cold liquid against her heated skin, her nipples hardening and begging to be sucked.

The rum traced a path lower, spilling over her mound, drenching her clit before dripping between her pussy lips and pooling against her entrance.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growled. “Soaked. Messy. Leaking rum and need all over this counter.”

I dipped my head between her legs and licked a single long stripe from her entrance to her clit. The rum was sweet on her skin, but nothing compared to the flavor of her. So much sweeter. A pure fucking addiction I never wanted to cure.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered against her. “My perfect little slut. All open for me.”

I licked again, slow and lazy, dragging the flat of my tongue across her clit, then circled it once, twice, three times, until she started panting, her legs shaking around my shoulders.

Right then, I pulled back.

“Max!” Alison hissed as soon as she felt the cold glass caressing her inner thigh.

When I looked up at her, her eyes were wide.

She knew what I wanted, but that fear in her eyes only spurred me on.

It was the exact same expression I’d seen her wear earlier today when I told her to point a loaded gun at my head.

How did that turn out? Fucking glorious, that’s how.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and stay extra still,” I murmured, trailing the neck of the bottle slowly up her inner thigh. “Have you ever had glass stretch you open while you beg for more?”

Alison whimpered, and her hips twitched in a restrained motion. She wanted it so fucking bad, but my good girl couldn’t admit to it. Her breath hitched in her throat, shaky and desperate.

“N-no.” She stuttered, uncertainty clear in her hesitance.

“Let’s see what this pretty pussy can take.”

I brought the bottle up between her legs, tilting it until the mouth pressed right against her entrance. Cold glass meeting overheated, pulsing flesh. Alison gasped as her hips jerked off the counter.

“Relax,” I said, gripping her thighs and holding her still. “Do you trust me?”

“I do,” she replied, her breath picking up speed.

“Good girl.”

I pushed forward slowly. The thick mouth of the bottle stretched her open with a slick, obscene sound, so fucking graphic that my dick had a hard time standing still.

Alison moaned in response. A long, guttural moan that spoke straight to the most unsettled part of my darkness. Her head dropped back as the glass slid in, inch by inch. I watched her pussy flutter and pull around it, sucking the bottle inside like it belonged to her.

“Jesus, look at you taking it,” I hissed, mesmerized. “Fucking dripping around it. Your greedy little cunt is never satisfied, is it?”

“Oh my God, Max. This is insane.” Her words were nothing but prim and proper, but the way her body was gripping this damn bottle told me my angel was just as depraved as I was.

I twisted the bottle slowly, grinding the neck of it inside her, the curve pressing against her walls while her hips rocked helplessly against it. With every movement, more of her sweet pussy juices dripped out, making her even wetter, filthier.

“You feel that?” I asked. “That burn? That stretch? That’s me owning you. One inch at a time.”

“Fuck, Max. Please.” She gasped, her voice wrecked, eyes dazed. Fuck I loved it when she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me.”

I circled her clit with two fingers, slow and punishing, while the bottle stayed buried inside her, the glass fogging with her heat. Her whole body was shaking now while she remained as still as possible when all she needed was to take that pleasure and soar.

“Come on the bottle,” I growled. “Come while this thick glass fills you. Show me how bad you want it.”

I pinched her clit before setting my mouth on it, licking and biting until Alison couldn’t hold it anymore.

“You're gonna come, Baby, with my name claiming every part of you. Your mouth, your pussy, your damn soul. Come for me like the desperate little whore you are.”

And she shattered beautifully.

Her scream echoed off the kitchen walls. Her pussy clenched so hard around the bottle that I thought it might crack. Liquid spilled out of her, slick, hot and glistening as her body bucked and spasmed against the counter.

I held the bottle inside her while she rode it out, murmuring filthy words of encouragement against her skin.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Just like that. So fucking good for me. You were made to be ruined like this.”

She was breathless, tears streaking down her cheeks, completely undone.

I pulled the bottle out slowly, placing it in my mouth and taking the biggest sip I could manage.

“This is the best fucking bottle of rum in the world,” I muttered, dragging the rum-soaked glass across her clit again before setting the bottle aside. “Your cum just made it so much better. But I’m still not done with you.”

I lifted her hips and dove back in, tongue licking every drop of her orgasm and rum off her thighs.

Alison let out a strangled moan, trying to snap her thighs closed when my lips locked around her sensitive clit.

“Say it,” I growled. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” she moaned. “You, Max.”

“That’s right. Mine. Every inch of you. You’re mine to taste, mine to fuck, mine to wreck.” I didn’t stop until she came again. And again. Until her thighs trembled, and her voice was too hoarse to beg anymore.

Until she passed out, and I was free to either meet my doom or turn her into a widow before she was even married.