Chapter 470: + - 470+
Nikolai remained calm, the heat in his eyes cooling as he gently untangled a knot in Angelo’s hair— it was time for another visit to Roxie. "Sick of me already?" He asked lightly, but underneath that was a hint of desperation.
Angelo was still dazed from the fucking, he could barely hold his head up, speaking without being self-conscious. "No, but you might be. I’m the one being done a favor."
Nikolai clamped his lips shut, he doubted Angelo was the one being done the favor here. "I would have kicked you out the moment I was," He spoke before he could stop himself.
It was what he would have said to anyone else, but he was trying to convince Angelo to stay with him, he had to be... nicer.
Angelo didn’t seem to mind, an absent smile on his face as he let his face drop back against his chest.
"Sleepy?" Nikolai murmured in a disapproval-laced tone.
Angelo wasn’t sleepy but it felt like he was stuffed full of cotton, he didn’t want to move anytime soon. So he gave a lazy hum that could be translated as a positive or negative response.
In the next moment, Nikolai rose to his feet, picking him up with ease. Angelo was startled out of his comfort, instinctively clinging to the Mafia King’s shoulders.
He muffled a moan in his shoulder, oversensitive. Nikolai was still half-hard inside him but the new position made him slide further down on it, it made him tighten up.
He thought Nikolai had misunderstood his words and was taking him to bed to get some sleep but he didn’t protest. As long as Nikolai stayed with him and didn’t pull out, he might even end up falling asleep
Angelo realized his miscalculation when he was placed on his back, Nikolai following right after him and pressing him into the bed.