Captive Mate BL-Chapter 440: + - +

Nikolai strode down the now empty hallway, he had already dismissed the guards he had keeping an eye on Angelo.

When he got the call from Dan, he had a split-second thought that he had pushed the assassin to the brink and he had finally had enough.

Learning that Angelo had slept was more worrying than the assassin jumping out his window for a second time.

He opened the door and walked in, "Heard you were looking for me?" He asked as he did, finding Angelo sitting stiffly on the edge of his bed.

Angelo flinched although he knew it was Nikolai when the door knob turned. It hadn’t been very long since he made the request to one of Nikolai’s men, it was to his benefit to speak to the Mafia King as soon as possible but that didn’t make it any easier.

While waiting for Nikolai to return he had tried to think of ways to convince the Mafia King to let him go, and he drew a blank every time.

Getting away scot-free had never been a part of his plans, he didn’t even want to be rescued so it was a strange situation he found himself in.

But Mafia King Nikolai was averse to killing him because he knew he wanted to die so he had no other choice but to try to bargain for his freedom.

"I want to make a deal." He forced himself to say, rising to his feet.

Nikolai had been on his way to the sofa to take a seat, the Alpha paused and looked over his shoulder at him. "A deal?" He echoed, continuing to the chair with amusement dancing in his eyes.

Angelo couldn’t hold the Mafia King’s gaze, he had tried to kill him so it was a crazy move to ask the Alpha to just let go of him.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to keep speaking, he had already sent the ball rolling, he had to see this through. "Yes. Let me go and I’ll do anything you want."

Nikolai’s eyes widened, in a very good mood at this turn of things. Just when he was about to toss the mouse away, it had learned a new trick.

"Anything?" He spoke calmly, emphasizing on the word.

Angelo went pale as a sheet but his back remained rigid, worried that he could run out of time at any moment. "Yes." He muttered woodenly.

Nikolai leaned back in his seat, ignoring the blaring alarms in his head. "You know what I want."

Angelo couldn’t suppress his expression of fright quick enough, he took a hasty step forward. "I..."

"You proposed the deal, remember?" Nikolai reminded him, his eyes nearly crinkling with a smile.

He had already planned to let the assassin go but Angelo didn’t need to know that, he needed to see to the end what he was up to.

Angelo clenched his fist and made a decision. "Can I choose who?"

Nikolai’s smile fell off, his displeasure an unconscious reaction. He never expected that Angelo would willingly accept, the Beta had endured the torture of an aphrodisiac but now he was freely offering a deal?

"Why do you want to leave suddenly?" He asked coldly, his eyes narrowed.

Angelo’s expression turned avoidant, "You can as well kill me instead." He said stubbornly.

Nikolai gritted his teeth, flexing his fingers to keep his anger at bay. "Sure, you get to choose." He let the axe fall.

Angelo had hoped for this, he knew that Mafia King Nikolai wouldn’t be killing him, the Mafia King preferred him alive. "I choose you." He quickly said before the Mafia King went back on his word or made another move that would be detrimental to him.

Nikolai was stunned stupid, pausing halfway through the motion of grabbing a cigar. "What?" He blurted out reflexively.

"You said I get to choose," Angelo mimicked his earlier reminder, his voice cold.

Nikolai went quiet, looking thoughtful, it was an expression that heralded bad news for anyone he was thinking about. Angelo had planned this out meticulously, he had no idea why the assassin was suddenly eager to leave but he intended to find out.

Just like he planned to find out why Angelo wanted to kill him in the first place before letting the assassin go.

Angelo had banked on him repeating the one request he had been making because he knew the assassin was averse to sex, so he smartly proposed making a choice.

Nikolai had been so distracted by that, that he didn’t see through the Beta’s ploys. He had been too caught up thinking about who Angelo intended to choose and being irritated regardless of which choice he made.

But choosing him... Nikolai hadn’t seen that coming, it was so genius that he wanted to let the assassin go just for that. However, when next would he find someone who could try to trick him to his face? Even the other Mafia Kings didn’t dare.

His thoughtful expression was replaced with a smile, he spread out his legs, the cigar he had been about to get long forgotten. "Come here."

Angelo was rooted to the ground, frozen. It wasn’t that he was stunned by this outcome of things, he had spent a couple of days with Mafia King Nikolai, he could roughly guess what he would and wouldn’t do.

Nikolai was sure that he wouldn’t be able to go through with it, and if Angelo was being honest, he wasn’t sure he could do it, either. But his secret was far too important, it trumped every other thing.

So he forced himself to take a step forward, then another. He stopped when he got to the Mafia King, kicking off his pants.

Nikolai’s cold calculating eyes were fixed on him, expectant, waiting for him to turn tail and surrender.

Angelo moved swiftly after getting to the Mafia King, afraid that if he hesitated even a bit, he would back out and try something else, maybe jumping out the window.

Nikolai watched with eyes like a stormy night sky when Angelo reached out and palmed his dick through his pants. The assassin moved quickly like he was skilled in undressing other people, it made his expression darken.

He didn’t expect things to get this far but he had principles, he wasn’t going to chicken out and back out first. A clean scent wafted from Angelo’s hair as the assassin straddled him, thin thighs on either side of his clothed legs, knees against the sofa.

Nikolai had a calm expression on his face like his dick wasn’t in Angelo’s hand. "What are you doing?"

Angelo held his length, fine trembles going through his thin fingers. "Completing my end of the deal."

Nikolai gritted his teeth as Angelo propped himself higher on his knees and proceeded to sit on his dick. The assassin’s movements were clumsy and shaky, none of the practiced movements from earlier when he was unbuttoning his pants.

His dick was half hard and it was uncomfortable, for the both of them. Just as he lifted his hands to stop Angelo’s movements and put an end to their silly deal, Angelo sat down hard.

Nikolai bit down on his lips, tasting metallic blood, the assassin was painfully tight and he knew that the trickle he felt down his compressed length had nothing to do with arousal from either of them.

"Stop," He rasped, feeling like his dick was about to fall off.

Angelo just looked up at him with a dazed expression, not seeming to feel any pain. He grabbed onto Nikolai’s hands that held onto his arms, bringing them to wrap around his neck.

Nikolai felt uneasiness trickle through him like the blood between Angelo’s thighs. Things were never supposed to get this far, the assassin was supposed to have backed out.

But he didn’t, and now he had his dick up a guy’s ass. There was no time for a crisis right then though, Angelo was pressing down on his fingers painfully, tight enough to almost completely cut off his airflow.

The assassin didn’t move, remaining impaled on his dick, pale green eyes watering as he inadvertently choked himself.

Nikolai got over his shock then, a grim expression on his face as he pulled his hands away. Angelo flopped forward against him when he did, like the hands around his neck were the only thing keeping him upright.

This time there was no missing the unfamiliar emotion, it was guilt. He hesitantly lifted Angelo up to get a look at him but the assassin was completely out of it, his pale face was tear-streaked, bruises forming around his neck, wearing nothing but a hoodie, he cut a sorry figure.

Angelo had a pained expression on his face and he seemed to be reliving something horrific, his breaths shuddering out of him.

Nikolai cursed, confused about what to do for the first time. He was worried that pulling out would only hurt Angelo more but neither of them were in great shape to begin with, just as he made up his mind and moved to lift the assassin, an unfamiliar scent drifted up.