Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“You got the shit beat out of you, your head shoved through a fucking window, and you were shot, which required fucking surgery and blood transfusions, Bento. You are out of fucking commission until I give an order otherwise. Arguing with me and getting angry will not change the facts. It’s not safe for you to workout, and I will not put your safety at more risk than is needed.”
He clenched his jaw so tightly, his molars audibly ground together. “Fuck you,” he growled, jerking up from his seat.
“Sit. Down,” I ordered.
He marched toward the door. “Go fuck yourself, Niran.”
“I said to sit down!” I barked, jerking up from my chair now, too. He curled his fingers around the door handle. “If I have to come around this fucking desk, kon-dii, you’ll regret it. Do not fucking test me.”
He spun to face me, his dark eyes heated with rage. “I’m out of commission, right?” He waved his good hand at the desk. “So, you and Rico can figure this out for your fucking selves. Maybe I’ll take a goddamn vacation. No reason for me to remain here, right?” he hissed.
The thought of him leaving filled me with a panic and a rage so visceral, it stole the breath from my lungs. Snarling, I stormed around the desk, and it was then that Bento realized just how much trouble he was in. He took a step back, his eyes widening in alarm, but it was too goddamn late. He should have heeded my fucking warning when I gave it.
I wrapped my hand around his throat and pushed him up against the door. His breath punched from his lungs, and I leaned in, bringing our faces so close, our lips brushed.
“You’re not fucking leaving,” I growled. And then, I crushed my lips to his.
16
Niran
Kissing Bento was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. Immediately, his lips softened beneath mine, his submission as natural as breathing. When I licked along the seam of his lips, he moaned softly and opened his pretty mouth for me, letting me in so I could memorize every curve of his mouth and its velvety softness.
I’d never been much of a man for kissing. I preferred to fuck and be on my way. But kissing Bento? I could do it all fucking day. The rest of my life, even. Kissing him was almost as erotic as I imagined fucking him would be.
And trust, I was about to find out just how good his ass felt wrapped around my cock. My boy had a lesson to be learned, and I was about to fucking teach it.
Him even thinking he could fucking leave me was wrong. I wouldn’t stand for it. He was mine, and as long as I was still drawing breath into my lungs, he would be by my side. A vacation without me? Fucking laughable. If he even had another damn thought about abandoning me, I’d tie him to my fucking bed for the rest of his days.
“You think you can fucking leave me, kon-dii?” I growled as I pulled back, my hand tightening around his throat.
“I don’t—” I cut off his air supply, and his eyes widened, his good hand coming up to wrap around my wrist. He didn’t try to pull my hand away though. He just… held on.
“That is what you said, is it not?” I snapped. “That you’ll just take a mother fucking vacation? You think you’re going anywhere without me that’s not fucking work related?”
“I’m sorry,” he croaked, his voice strangled. “Niran, I’m sorry.” His eyes were pleading with me to take his apology, to know he meant it. And I knew he did. When Bento was angry, which was rare, he tended to say shit he didn’t mean. I knew that. But that didn’t change the fact that he’d threatened to leave me.
“Are you, kon-dii?” I rasped, brushing my nose with his as I softened my grip. He swallowed thickly beneath my palm, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Your apology, whether you mean it or not, doesn’t stop what’s about to happen. Because the thought of you abandoning me makes me feel like I’m coming unglued. And that’s not going unpunished.”
He sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of a punishment, and I had to bite back a grin. Christ, he was perfect for me. So damn perfect.
“I would never abandon you, Niran.” Releasing my wrist, he reached up to cup my face, and our eyes met. “I need you to understand that and always remember it. I’ve wanted you since the moment Rico dropped me into your lap as a little pet project.” I snorted at his description of himself. He’d been anything but. Rico had seen something in him and wanted to give him a chance, but I didn’t correct him. He was so much more than just a little pet. “I will never let you go, no matter what I may say when I’m angry and hurt and confused.”