Captive Mate BL-Chapter 438: + - +

Angelo’s fingers in his mouth went slack as his pleasure sharpened, his eyes going out of focus. His head was buzzing, skin feverish as he mindlessly bit down on the tips of his fingers.

The friction felt too much but he needed it to push him over the edge. His tears flowed freely, his thin waist arched slightly off the bed.

His fingers fell out of his mouth and fell down his body to join his other hand, his face contorted in pleasure, a strained sound spilling past his lips as he turned to his side, back curved, his grip on his cock punishing.

Angelo’s orgasm was violent, it rocked through him, making him let out gasping sobs, his hair tangling around his neck.

Nikolai didn’t blink, focused on the view in front of him. A jolt of electricity lanced through him when Angelo opened his eyes and stared right at him, there wasn’t any anger in those pale green eyes, his expression dazed.

He rose to his feet but he didn’t walk over to the bed, turning away to the seating area, he uncorked another bottle of red wine and filled a new glass, returning to the bed.

Angelo’s glassy eyes had tracked his movement, the assassin was still on his side, a hand between his thin legs, fine trembles visibly rolling through him.

"Drink this," He offered him the glass of wine, his expression hooded.

Angelo eyed him and then the glass of wine in his hand, remaining still, not moving an inch.

The corners of Nikolai’s lifted but there was no humor in his expression, "It’s clean. Alcohol is an anaphrodisiac."

"I know," Angelo gave a response, his voice quiet. "There’s cum on my hands." He said dryly.

The aphrodisiac in his system had waned a bit from his orgasm but he knew it would dial up again pretty soon. He didn’t expect Mafia King Nikolai to end things so soon but he wasn’t turning down the generous offer.

Now Nikolai smiled, crouching down to bring them closer, there was an underlying scent on Angelo’s skin that he couldn’t pick up on. "That doesn’t matter."

The assassin’s clean scent clung to his skin, now tainted with sex, it wasn’t repulsive. His dark blue eyes tracked those thin fingers as Angelo propped himself up and held out his left hand.

There was a pearly drop of cum hanging off his fingers as he wrapped them around the stem of the wine glass, smearing it on the otherwise pristine glassware.

Nikolai didn’t pull away, their hands a hair’s breadth from each other. "You’ll spill."

Angelo could see his hand trembling, he clenched his teeth and tightened his grip. "I’ll take another shower." He said coldly, an accusatory hint in his words.

Nikolai was unrepentant, he let go of the wine but didn’t step back, his dark gaze sweeping satisfyingly over Angelo’s dark expression and the flush that couldn’t leave his skin.

"Do that after a couple more glasses of wine," He answered bluntly, waiting for the assassin to empty the glass so he could fill it up a second time.

Nikolai already had extra bottles of unspiked wine prepared, he had been prepared for this situation. He walked over to the tray, content to go back and forth each time instead of just taking the whole bottle with him.

He wasn’t sure what he had wanted to achieve, his senses were numbed, slowed down like his blood had been turned to alcohol. This was merely supposed to be entertainment, he was supposed to watch detached, from a distance, staring at the mouse running on the wheel through a pane of glass.

But somewhere in the middle of distantly watching, he had closed the distance, taken the mouse out, and placed it on his palm. He had gotten a little too involved and invested, things were starting to spiral out of his control.

Angelo’s fingers brushed against his as he handed over a third glass of wine, and it felt like there were pinpricks of sensation at the point of contact.

He wasn’t fussy about bodily fluids so he knew it had nothing to do with the assassin’s cum-stained hands, not to mention, Angelo had wiped down with his bathrobe after the first glass of wine.

Nikolai watched Angelo drink the wine without complaints, getting a feeling of deja vu. He had felt like this after seeing Caspian for the first time, the urge to do something impulsive.

Nikolai needed to be in complete control, impulsively doing things caused a certain air of uncertainty that made him anxious. He sat in the seating area after feeding Angelo an entire bottle of wine, not looking up when the assassin stumbled to his feet and made his way to the bathroom.

It had already been a few days, it was no surprise he was starting to get bored. Well, bored was an exceedingly simple way to put things, but if the assassin no longer entertained him, then his usefulness was gone.

For the first time, he thought about disposing of the assassin. Angelo wanted to die but even though Nikolai had gotten bored of the show, he didn’t want to kill the mouse.

He would keep the assassin around for a few more days, find out why he tried to kill him, and then give him back to Silvia. It would make her owe him a favor, and Silvia was incredibly useful.

When Angelo returned from the bathroom, he was fully dressed, his hair damp.

"The men will take you back to the penthouse, just head out to the parking lot." Nikolai said without sparing him a glance.

Angelo didn’t wait for the Mafia King to say anymore, hot-footing it out of the room and down the hallway. He moved quickly, knowing that it would be troublesome to bump into anyone on the second floor.

The sun had broken through the clouds when he stepped out, brightening the gloomy atmosphere. Angelo got into the car he was led to, his expression calm.

He had expected to be overwhelmed by nausea when he got to the bathroom but he had felt fine? More relaxed than usual even, like the tension had been taken out of his shoulders.

Angelo leaned his head back in the car, his head too muddled for thoughts. He was comfortable like this, thinking about nothing, just existing, his body humming, still a little sensitive from the drugs.

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Lake didn’t want to move, clinging tightly to his mate. He felt like he was floating, the afterglow made him comfortably warm, sweat drying on his red-bruised skin.

Davian didn’t push him away, a comforting hand patting his back. "We need to eat lunch." He reminded him for the umpteenth time.

Lake’s response was a faint hum, the Omega already dozing off. Davian smiled but didn’t push further, he waited until Lake was fast asleep before he reluctantly pried himself up and got to his feet.

He wasn’t starving, he just knew that Lake hated to waste food, and they hadn’t gotten around to eating what they packed up for the beach so he needed to refrigerate them.

Davian picked up his discarded bathrobe, loosely tying it around his muscled waist, and striding out of the room. The room reminded him of Lake’s room back in Haines, it wasn’t gold-themed but there were so many windows, it made the room constantly have a golden hue from the sunlight streaming in.

The picnic basket was exactly where he left it, and after putting all the things in it in their rightful positions, he hurried back to his shared room. Davian hurried in after taking a look inside, stopping Lake from falling right off the bed.

It seemed like the Omega had rolled over in his sleep instinctively searching for him and nearly fell off the bed. Davian caught him with ease, adjusting him on the bed so he wasn’t hanging right off the edge.

Then he went to grab one of his shirts to cover up Lake, it was sunny but he wanted him covered up a bit regardless. He pulled on sweatpants as well, getting on the bed.

It was mid-afternoon on a weekend but they were tangled in each other’s arms with plans to sleep the afternoon away. This was exactly what Davian had been looking forward to ever since they started making plans to take a vacation.

The scent of the sea spilled into the room with the gentle breeze that lifted the thin white curtains, it blew a strand of Lake’s dark hair into his face.

Davian tucked his hair out of his face and pulled him close, there was no reason to turn on the air conditioning, not when the natural breeze was cooling enough.

He wanted to do this every year, if he could he would have them live here all year round. It would just be the two of them, with occasional visits to the village to sight see.

He wouldn’t have to share his mate, having his Omega’s attention on him constantly would be the best.