Page 32 of Deadly Legacy
The pressure built at the base of his spine, his movements growing erratic as he chased his release. Nikon straightened, gripping Reuben’s hips with both hands as he slammed into him.
“I’m going to come.” The words came out strained, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck, Reuben.”
With a final deep thrust, Nikon buried himself inside Reuben’s ass as his orgasm tore through him. He held Reuben’s hips tightly against him as he emptied himself, cock pulsing inside Reuben’s tight ring.
After a moment, he slowly withdrew. They both groaned at the sensation. He turned Reuben over, noting his still-hard cock against his stomach.
“Now you.” His voice came out rough, almost unrecognizable to his own ears.
He moved down Reuben’s body and took him into his mouth without preamble.
“God, yes.” Reuben’s hips jerked upward, seeking more.
Nikon pinned Reuben’s hips to the bed with one forearm while his other hand reached up to tease his nipples. He took him deep into his throat, swallowing around him before pulling back to focus on the sensitive head.
Reuben’s hands found their way back into his hair, fingers tightening as Nikon worked him with his mouth. His breathing grew ragged, thighs tensing under Nikon’s touch.
“Nikon.” The word came out as a gasp.
Nikon didn’t pull away. Instead, he took Reuben deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked harder. Reuben’s back arched off the bed as he came with a hoarse cry, pulsing against his tongue.
The taste of cum flooded Nikon’s mouth; salt, bitter, and uniquely Reuben. He swallowed everything, working him through his orgasm until Reuben tugged trembling hands at his hair, as he whimpered at the sensation on his oversensitive tip.
Nikon moved up the bed to lie beside him. The sheets felt cool against his overheated skin. He reached out to brush a strand of dark blond hair from Reuben’s forehead.
“I love you.” The words always still felt fresh on his tongue, despite how familiar their relationship had become.
“I love you too.” Reuben’s voice came out rough. “Even when you’re being an overbearing ass.”
A chuckle rumbled in Nikon’s chest. “And I love you, even when you’re being stubborn as hell.”
Chapter 10
The digital display on Nikon’s desk showed ten different camera feeds, each capturing a section of the sprawling casino floor below his office. Outside, beyond the bullet-resistant glass, the city pulsed with energy. Car horns blared. Neon signs flickered. And a constant flow of people sought entertainment, release, or fortune.
Inside the Matvei establishment, that energy transformed into something disciplined and—most importantly—profitable.
Nikon stood at his desk, loosening his tie with one hand while reviewing the quarterly profit margins with the other. The numbers satisfied him. Up fifteen percent from the previous year, with the newly expanded poker room showing particular promise. Reuben’s influence, no doubt.
The thought of his partner brought a momentary softening to Nikon’s features. His eyes crinkled at the corners before his expression returned to one of shrewd observation.
“Guy at table twelve hasn’t lost a hand since he sat down.” Nikon didn’t turn his head as Stepan’s familiar presence appeared at his right shoulder. He tapped the screen showing table twelve. “Six in a row.”
Stepan stood with the stillness of a man who had learned patience in the hardest schools. “He came in with Senator Greason and his people. Background looked clean at first.”
“But?” The corner of Nikon’s mouth pulled downward.
“Why would someone counting cards need an earpiece?”
Nikon straightened his shoulders. His muscles tensed beneath his tailored suit. “Something’s off tonight. Security’s running behind schedule.”
“That’s why I’m here.” Stepan’s voice dropped lower. His gaze darted to the security camera in the corner of the room. “Found bugs in the VIP section. Three of them. Russian military grade, same manufacturer Dmitrii always uses. Even has his trademark modification to the transmission frequency.”
Nikon tilted his head, a muscle working in his jaw as he processed the information. “Show me.”
Nikon followed Stepan through the private corridor connecting his office to the security monitoring room. The distant chime of slot machines mingled with the low murmur of conversations. Ten o’clock shift was in full swing. The sounds grew fainter as they moved deeper into the secure area, where only trusted personnel had access.
The monitoring room hummed with the quiet efficiency of multiple systems working in concert. Three of Nikon’s security team sat at workstations. The men acknowledged Nikon with slight nods, but continued their surveillance without interruption. Professionals who understood the hierarchy.
