CHAPTER 609: -CHAPTER 609-

Angelo didn’t get the chance to catch his breath, arching deeply when Nikolai fucked into him, his hands finding solace in his tresses that the Mafia King was so obsessed with.

He had already been kissed and sucked open, so it didn’t hurt, but Nikolai hitting his prostate on the first thrust felt like the pleasurable version of being shot. The marble top was too smooth, it lacked friction, so there was no point scrambling for purchase when he easily slid up and down with each thrust.

It was why he settled on his hair, his thin fingers clenching around fistfuls of soft black hair, barely feeling himself tugging on it.

Nikolai’s grip on his waist was punishing, bruises already forming. Angelo was already hypersensitive, so it didn’t take long for him to be fucked over the edge, Nikolai cruelly rubbing him through it.

He reached down to catch Nikolai’s wrist, not caring about the cum getting on his hands. "T-Too much," He gasped out, voice trembling.

Nikolai reluctantly pulled away, watching Angelo shudder and fall apart underneath him intently. He leaned forward to comfort the shivering Omega, but that just made him go deeper in, Angelo spasming under him.

Nikolai’s lips turned down at the corners exaggeratedly when the assassin tried to push him off. "Are you uncomfortable?"

Angelo had a difficult time processing his question with all that he had going on, but he thought that Nikolai was speaking about the marble countertop, so he nodded, At least if they moved to the bedroom, he would get some respite, and it would stop feeling like the pleasure was scraping his bones for a moment.

He sighed shakily when Nikolai pulled out, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. He didn’t try to get off the countertop right away, the aftermath of his orgasm shuddering through him.

He didn’t linger for long, not wanting to keep Nikolai waiting, so even though he wanted to curl up and go right to sleep, he gingerly placed jellied legs on the floor, his hair cascading down his shoulders.

Angelo’s feet only touched the ground when Nikolai closed the distance. He thought that Mafia King wanted to carry him, so he let down his defenses, not sure he could walk by himself all the way back to the master bedroom right then.

Nikolai did take him in his arms, but it was to spin him around and bend him over the kitchen island. In this position, it was easier for Nikolai to bracket him in, his bare back pressed to the Alpha’s scarred chest.

"Comfortable now?" Nikolai’s raspy voice spoke next to his ear, it was taunting and threatening all at once.

Angelo’s knees gave out under him, his hair free real estate to Nikolai now, and the Mafia King didn’t hesitate, burying a hand in his hair as he gently sank his teeth into his scent gland, making him whimper.

With the hands on his waist and in his hair anchoring him, there was no escape, Nikolai going even deeper still. He had barely recovered from his first orgasm when he was cumming a second time, biting down on his forearm to keep his scream in.

The overstimulation made tears spill down his face, his cum and slick trailing down his unsteady legs. Angelo was sure that he had been wrung out completely, but when Nikolai pulled him up from the marble countertop, so they were pressed against each other, the Alpha’s sharp teeth in his shoulder as he finally came after what felt like forever, Angelo felt his spent cock spurt a few times as he was filled up.

Angelo wanted nothing more than to lie down on the marble countertop when Nikolai pulled out, not giving a shit about the mess he made, but he didn’t get the chance to, Nikolai picking him up.

He turned his face to Nikolai when he was in the Alpha’s arms, biting down hard on his chest to show his dissatisfaction. He had bitten down hard enough to taste blood, but all that got him was a low laugh from Nikolai.

"Do that again, but a little higher." The Mafia King teased, taking them out of the kitchen.

Angelo turned away in a huff, deciding to ignore him instead. He wasn’t walking, but his legs were still trembling, his cock and hole deliciously sore. He fully expected Nikolai to pick up from where he left off in the kitchen when they got to the room, but all the Alpha did was clean him up.

His motions were so gentle that they lulled Angelo to sleep, all of his energy completely spent, all thoughts of dinner completely fucked clean out of his mind. He had acted like he was upset with Nikolai for teasing him, but when they were both clean, he reached out for him.

Nikolai went easily, holding Angelo a little too tight like he always did.

Angelo needed it right then, it felt like his bones were liquid and Nikolai was the only thing holding him together.

"Still upset?" Nikolai whispered into the warm silence of their embrace, satisfaction dripping from his tone.

Angelo’s eyes had already fallen close, the Omega half asleep. But at Nikolai’s question, his brows dipped angrily, a sleepy hum coming from his swollen lips.

Nikolai’s chuckle was heard by only him. He stayed in bed with Angelo until the assassin was fast asleep, then he reluctantly separated them.

He had put Angelo in a new robe, while he wore the bottoms of the same black robe. He silently left the room, claw marks running down his back, the bite mark Angelo had given him a deep red.

Nikolai made his way to the kitchen, taking the pot of noodles off the stove, it had long cooled, but that didn’t deter him, he wasn’t letting Angelo’s cooking go to waste.

A short while later, the kitchen was spotless and completely empty, holding no trace of what had happen only a few hours ago. And in the bedroom, Nikolai had his assassin in his arms, Angelo curled up in his tight hold like a little animal.