Page 67 of His Forbidden Alliance

“Please,” I begged. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for.

He shoved me back down against the desk. “Arch your back like you were.”

I did. He fucked me fast and rough, dragging over my prostate. I was so fucking close.

“You can do it. Give it to me.”

Fuck, I didn’t know if I could. He dragged his cock out of my ass slowly, like he was trying to torment me, and then he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pinning me down. “You’re mine. You’re mine to fuck, mine to take care of. I’m not going to let you go.”

“Jesus, Zach. Give me more.”

He lay over me, hips driving into me impossibly fast. “Are you desperate for it?”

“Yes.”

“Would you do anything I said? Open your ass for me anywhere?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“That’s right. I can have you any way I want you, and I’m going to. I’m not going to let you go. Your ass is too fucking good. You’re too fucking hot. You’re exactly what I need.”

That did it. I cried out as heat poured through me. I shuddered through my orgasm. He didn’t stop, even as my ass squeezed his cock so tight it had to hurt. He kept rocking his hips, and as I finished, he grabbed my shoulders, yanking me back onto him, and I felt the heat of his cum deep in my ass.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, fighting for breath. I reached for him, and he took my hand, lacing our fingers together as he kissed the back of my neck, behind my ear, and nuzzled my temple. “You okay?”

I nodded. And for that moment, I was. I was satiated, warm, happy, and I let myself believe that I could truly have this—we could have this.

27

ZACH

Rafe’s legs didn’t want to work after I’d wrung a hands-free orgasm from him, one that threatened to break the desk and my soul. I carried him to his bedroom, cleaned us both up, and curled up around him.

What the fuck was I doing? Fucking him was dangerous, stupid. He was supposed to be the enemy. I was supposed to want to put him and the rest of his family behind bars. I only started working with him because Ivanov was so much worse, but now… now that I’d been deep inside him, now that I’d heard him call my name as he came? I couldn’t arrest him. I couldn’t hurt him. I might actually be in⁠—

No. That couldn’t happen. I liked him; I wanted to keep fucking him. That was all. He was hot, and he felt so good, and he responded so well. He couldn’t be any more than that to me. Love was not an option. So why the fuck was I cuddling him now, wrapping myself around him, letting my fingers trail up and down his arm as we half slept? We were waiting for a chance to go after our best lead to bring Ivanov down, but I wasn’t focused on that at all. I was focused on how beautiful Rafe was, how good it felt to be here with him, and how I didn’t want to leave.

He turned and looked at me, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “Tell me about him.”

“Who?”

“Your informant. Did you know him well?”

I shook my head, but then I reconsidered. I probably knew him as well as anyone. And how fucking sad was that? “Tommy was a street kid. He refused to let me help him. If I’d tried to get him into foster care, he would’ve run, or worse. Although now that I think about it, taking his own life would have been better than what that son of a bitch did to him.”

“Turn around,” Rafe insisted. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I did as he said. When I was facing away from him, he began to massage my shoulders. “Fuck, your muscles are like rocks.”

I scoffed. “Regular massages aren’t really part of my compensation.”

“Then let me help. Keep talking. Tell me anything you need to. I actually can be a good listener sometimes.”

I groaned and felt him tense against me. He liked that sound. It would be so much easier to stop this, turn around, pull him into my arms, and try to forget about Tommy, about everything, but I’d never told anyone the story. Maria knew the basics; there’d been no reason for me to go into detail, and she would never have asked. Maybe I needed to tell it now. Damn, I was going to miss Rafe when this was over.

“Zach, you with me?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it’s… sometimes…”

“You get lost in the memories? I know. There’s a lot of things I’d rather not remember too.”