Page 67 of Blood on Ice

I should’ve been. “Never. I can handle you.”

He laughed. The sound deep and rumbling he stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re adorable.”

“I don’t get told that very often.”

“No, because most people are intimidated by how hot you are.”

I frowned. “But not you?”

“No. Not me. I know you’ll do whatever I tell you. You’ll choke on my cock, and you’ll love it.”

I wanted to argue, to tell him I wouldn’t just obey any order he gave me, but I wasn’t sure that was true. And I didn’t think he’d believe me even if it was. “Are you going to talk or are you going to get on with this training?”

“Are you so eager to show me just how slutty you are?”

“We’re a little pressed for time, aren’t we? Didn’t you say we needed to meet with your family this morning?”

“They’ll wait.”

“Vito.”

“Open your mouth, baby.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out and smiling up at him.

“That’s more like it. That’s the obedient boy I want.”

I started to protest, but he grabbed my chin, squeezing hard. “Stay just like this.” He teased the tip of his cock over my tongue. I tasted his precum and wanted to swallow, but I held myself still. Slowly, he pushed into my mouth deeper and deeper. I swallowed around him, and he smiled.

“You’re going to take it all the way down. I want to feel the back of your throat.”

I nodded since I couldn’t speak, and he pushed in deep enough to make me gag around him. He didn’t pull back. I managed to accept it. He stroked my cheek again. “Such a good boy, choking on my cock. You love this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me. Serving me.”

I tried to pull back then, but he used a hand on the back of my head to hold me still.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

25

VITO

Ilooked down at Zeke. His hands were pressed against my thighs, pushing on me as I used a hand on the back of his head to pull him further onto my dick.

His mouth was stretched. His eyes watered, and he stared at me, defiant. He was fucking perfect. He wanted this. His cock was hard as steel while he pretended to fight. He was also leaning back into my hand. I didn’t want a man who surrendered easily. That was the whole reason I’d wanted a game, a challenge, but he was challenging me in more ways than I expected.

Because as good as it felt to feel his hot, tight throat wrapped around my cock, to watch his eyes widen as I thrust into him, to hear him gasp and choke as I pushed forward until his face was pressed against me, the feelings he stirred in me went way beyond the need to fill him with every drop of my load. He was challenging things I believed about myself, about my place in my family, about every fucking thing I had planned for my life.

I had never intended to get involved with him emotionally, but I was realizing now that saying he was mine didn’t mean mine asa plaything. It meant that he was bound to me and that implied that I was bound to him. Is this what falling for Liam had been like for Val? No wonder he would do anything to protect Liam.

I finally let him go. He sat back, gasping for air and wiping tears from his eyes. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you. I’m going to train you up so well.”

“Fucking bastard.”

“Is that what you say to Coach Martin?”

He smiled. “Only behind his back.”

“I don’t care what you say to me, it won’t make me stop.”

“Don’t I fucking know it.”

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