Page 58 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I moan and nod and undulate beneath him, my dick twitching hard. He looks down. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”
I blink, missing the feel of his fingers in the back of my throat. “Yes,” I rasp out.
“These so-called discreet hookups of yours…do they know who you are?”
I shake my head. “I dress differently. Wear a hat.”
“Is that because they’re fucking you, dominating you? And not the other way around, Mr. Alpha Wolfe?”
My face heats, and I look away from him, rolling toward the edge of the bed.
He puts a firm hand on my shoulder, pushing me flat against the mattress. “I promise, I’m not making fun of you. I’m just trying to get the shape of things.”
I swallow and look at the ceiling, his eyes on a burning path up and down my body. His examination stains my cheeks an even deeper red.
“Huh. That’s interesting,” he says, eyeballing my rock-hard cock.
Shit.
Stroking my face, he leans in and whispers, “Does the big bad CEO like taking it up the ass?”
Yes. Fuck yes. All of the yes. Please God, yes.
His amused expression tells me he’s reading me like a book, that he knows the answer before I’ve said the words. Flustered, I bring my hands up to my face. He’s gentle as he moves my hands, but his eyes are another matter. They bore into me, reaching down into my very DNA.
“Answer me, Rand,” he insists, tipping up my chin so I’m forced to make eye contact with him.
Deeply embarrassed of my answer but compelled by the intensity of his eyes, I nod.
“Use your words, Rand.”
“I like it both ways, S-Sir. But, uh, mostly the way you just said.”
“Don’t ‘Sir’ me, Rand. I’m just a lowly dock worker.” He winks, and my breathing goes funny. “Do these paid lovers of yours know how much it shames you that you need it so bad?”
I turn my head to the side, mortified.
“Turn over,” he commands. I bite my lip and slowly comply, afraid and needy as I hit my hands and knees.
“Ah. Such a good boy for me.”
I shiver.
He covers me with his body again, his cock pushing between my cheeks as he lays his weight on me. “This little humiliation kink of yours is turning me on,” he says, the timbre of his voice reverberating through my rib cage.
I whine and bury my face into the pillow. He thrusts between my cheeks again, this time harder. “Any hard limits?”
“Nothing in public.”
“How can I humiliate you without witnesses?” he grumbles in my ear.
“It’s just…my position. Thousands of jobs…” My words taper off as his dick slides between my cheeks.
“I didn’t say it was impossible. Don’t worry, lamb. I’ll work around it.”
I whine, cursing myself for how much it turns me on.
His kisses on the back of my neck are fucking killing me, and he whispers once again, “You do know that you can say no at any time, right?”
