Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
They woke something untamed in Miguel, a piece of him that wasn’t dead inside. But the rest of him was, so he could easily keep this Caiman devil at arm’s length.
His body hair bristled when he met the green gaze. “Are you saying you want me to call another man for you?”
Aaron laughed, but whether he was genuinely amused or nervous because of the tension growing in the air, Miguel didn’t care. “Oh, you won’t need anyone else once I get my hands on you,” he rasped and pulled on Nero’s nipple ring, making him gasp. Pillowy lips opened, his nose flared, and the cut on his chin stretched as he leaned into the touch like a bitch in heat.
The only thing keeping him alive despite being so outrageously and openly gay was his Cannibal daddy, and one day that privilege would be cut out from under Nero’s feet. Until then, Miguel would do his best to ignore the unwanted advances.
Miguel got up to get this over with sooner. ‘Bitch watch duty’ was what the other cartel men sometimes called Miguel’s job. Never to Nero’s face though.
“Where are we going, Nero?” he asked.
Aaron glanced at him, confused, but then turned to his soon-to-be-lover. “Do you wanna count the cash first?”
Miguel rolled his eyes, but if Nero wanted to look through the bag Aaron had brought with him, then maybe Miguel would at least get a moment to himself and call his mother without being disturbed.
But Nero waved the other man off and cupped his groin, stepping close like a drunken streetwalker. “Nah, you wouldn’t cheat me, would you? Now’s your chance to entertain me.”
“Your room?” Aaron laughed and pulled on Nero’s arm. Something was off in his body language, but Miguel couldn’t pinpoint what. Then again, maybe he was nervous.
After all, even the bravest of men would be hesitant to put their junk anywhere near such sharp teeth.
Nero stretched and looked around the intimate garden. While spacious, it contained many landscaping elements that created an intimate atmosphere in the shade of palms and a massive rhododendron. The soft whisper of the leaves hung in the air like a promise, and Nero dragged his stud-to-be past the caiman still covered in shards of glass, and the large pizza oven installed by a wall overtaken by ivy.
“I’m feeling adventurous today.”
Miguel sighed but followed him. “Do you want me to—”
“Yes,” Nero answered before Miguel could finish. Whether he actually worried for his safety, or just wanted to torture Miguel was unclear, but wouldn’t matter. Miguel had done worse.
Aaron put his arm over Nero’s shoulders. “Lead the way!”
“Hold that for me,” Nero said, offering Miguel his gun as he neared the wall that would serve as a privacy screen for whatever he was about to do. Miguel took the firearm without comment and faced the pizza oven as Nero pulled Aaron behind the sunlit structure.
Miguel was glad he didn’t have to watch his boss getting fucked, but the sounds were usually enough to spoil Miguel’s day. He wasn’t averse to sex as an idea, it was that other matters took priority in his life. At least that was what he told himself, preferring to ignore his lack of attraction to women and what it might mean.
But being around Nero made him face this weakness daily and relentlessly.
And the perverted bastard didn’t waste time with Aaron either, already talking about how badly he wanted to have his insides battered. With every word and sloppy sound, Miguel clenched the gun more tightly. He leaned against the other side of the wall and pressed the back of his head to its cool surface.
On days like this, Miguel regretted his choice of all-black outfits, but a white tank top wouldn’t have stuck to his sweat any less. He glared at the ridiculous blinged-out gun in his tattooed hand, wondering why people like Nero got to live their life to the fullest while he was stuck in a monochrome world where blood was the only color.
And then it started. The slapping of skin against skin, the moans, the swearing, the dirty talk. Miguel imagined Aaron’s greedy fingers sliding over the scar-scales on Nero’s body, over every inch of sleek muscle, then squeezing the hips…
Nero let out a choked grunt that sounded so hungry, so desperate, Miguel’s balls felt heavier, and he blinked away the images of Aaron’s hands squeezing bronze flesh, his dick roughly pinning Raul Moreno’s only living son to the wall as if he were the cheapest whore. Miguel’s upper lip felt sweaty, but when he licked it, his body asked how his perspiration compared to Nero’s, and he smacked his own face hard enough for it to leave a burn.
Not having sex was easier than dealing with any fallout it might cause.
A choked laugh reached him from the white walls of the villa, and when he looked up, the two other cartel men who stayed here alongside Miguel and Nero grinned as they passed through the garden with beers in hand.