Page 18 of Duke of Ruin

“Most people do,” I answer, and drop his hand. “We’ve got this from here.” I jerk my head to let him know he needs to find somewhere else to be. He presses his lips together, but takes the cue and leaves. I go up to the container and take the manifest, looking over it before cutting through the seal on the doors. I open them and quickly scan what’s inside.

It takes almost an hour to unload the cargo, but from what I can tell there’s nothing missing, which only solidifies Uncle Gianni’s theory that someone in our family has been skimming the cargo. That’s not good for us. It means he’s going to get a whole lot tighter with security now, but that’s tomorrow’s problem. Right now I just want to get back to Noah.

I make my way back to the Bentley. Thankfully I can’t see anything through the tinted windows, though that momentarily makes me panic that he’s left. I open the door, startling Noah out of his doze in the passenger seat.

“You’re back?” he asks, his voice thick from sleep.

“Yeah, I’m done. For tonight, anyway,” I say, and place my hand on his thigh. His soft sweats feel nice above his hard muscle.

“Noah, I’m sorry about tonight,” I say. He rolls his shoulders and turns toward me.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, Eli,” he says, scrubbing his face with his hand. For some reason, I believe he means it. “I’ve been a mess since yesterday, too, or the day before. What time is it, anyway?”

“Almost two,” I say with a chuckle.

“I think we may both be in a bit over our heads here,” Noah says. My heart plummets. He’s about to tell me to fuck off, I can feel it, but I don’t know if I can.

“What should we do?” I ask. Even if he wants me to, I won’t be able to stay away from him. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, at this point. He takes my hand in his and drags it up his thigh before bringing my fingers to his lips. I can see his dick getting hard in his sweatpants—they really leave nothing to the imagination. He brushes his lips against my fingers, and I’m already hard. I release his hand and trace my thumb across his lips. He parts them for me, and my breath catches.

He reaches across the car and touches my face. Before I can think better of it, my lips crash into his, my hands roaming the lines of his chest. His cock is at full attention, straining the integrity of his sweatpants. I slide my hand beneath his waistband and wrap my fingers around his girth. His dick is hard as steel in my grip, and I almost come in my pants as he gasps for air.

Headlights flash across my windshield and my muscles freeze. Without thinking, Noah hits the lever on his seat and drops it backward, out of view of the oncoming car. I almost fall back with him, but manage to catch myself. Once I’m able to catch my breath again, I look at him. His dick is still hard and peeking out of the top of his sweatpants.

“My apartment is like two blocks from here,” I say with a grin.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Noah breathes.

I pull the car over to the garage next to my building. We fight to keep our hands off each other as we climb the stairs to my apartment. As soon as the door is closed behind us, Noah has me in a vise-like grip, bruising my lips with his. We stumble over to the bed and fall on top of each other, throwing our clothes off as we go. Noah leans over me, kissing me harder than he ever has before.

“I can’t stand the thought of someone else with you,” Noah breathes as he kisses down my neck. I know I shouldn’t enjoy his jealousy this much, but my dick gets painfully hard at his words. He settles himself between my legs so that my cock is pressed against his stomach. I roll my hips into him as he kisses and licks across my chest. He takes my nipple in his teeth and bites almost hard enough to draw blood. I press my cock harder into him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs against me as his lips trail down my abdomen. I’m so close that I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back much longer. I grab the lube from the nightstand as he lifts my legs over his shoulders. He snatches it from me and douses himself and his hands with it, then reaches down and caresses my ass, shoving two fingers roughly inside. The pain is intense, but so fucking good. He starts stroking my cock as he pulses his fingers inside me. I struggle to hold myself back.

“Not yet, Eli,” Noah says with a wicked grin. I fight with everything I have not to come all over his hand.

He removes his fingers and starts stroking himself, making sure he’s coated with oil. My legs stretch as he lifts me higher and settles over me.

“Tell me what you want, Eli,” Noah says. The need to come is painful, but he shakes his head. “Not yet.” He rolls his hips against me. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Noah,” I gasp. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to lose control.”

Something flashes in his eyes at those words, and he slides his cock inside me, stretching me and making me see stars.

“Harder,” I gasp. He draws back and slams into me again. I cry out.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Noah commands, and I can’t help myself.

“I’m yours, Noah,” I growl. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

He draws back and plunges into me again. He takes my dick in his hands and starts stroking me in time with his thrusts. Within seconds I’m coming, spurting hot juices all over both of us. With a cry he thrusts once more and I can feel him spilling inside me. He pumps with each ejaculation and my mind goes hazy. My lips are throbbing and swollen and we’re covered in sticky semen, and I’ve never felt so alive.

7

NOAH

Ipractice what I plan to say to Rossi when he arrives. I have to get out of this situation, but only if I can take Eli with me. I can’t handle the thought of him getting hurt, and he will. As soon as the Carbones figure out I’m not who I say I am, they’ll go after Eli, no matter how innocent he is. They’ll kill him if the cops don’t. I’m prepared to tell Detective Rossi everything and deal with whatever consequences fall on me. I still haven’t been able to come clean to Eli, but I want to make sure I can keep him safe before I do.

Rossi’s beat-up sedan pulls into the garage, and I hold my breath. My heart is pounding, but I have to do this. I just hope Eli understands.

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