Hitman Daddy by Aster Rae

26

Nikolai

Christian is perfect.

There's no other way to describe it.

Our first time in the limo was packed with love.

Every kiss was a goddamn revelation.

But Igor is waiting for me to discuss our next steps.

He wants to meet Christian at his penthouse.

I've put off this meeting this entire week but there's no time left.

I instruct my driver to step on the gas.

I lead Christian into the elevator when we arrive and usher him inside.

"We're meeting my brother. You have to be on your best behavior."

Christian blushes. "I hope he doesn't mind my coveralls."

I lick his lips into a kiss. "Igor is very accepting. He's very involved in the kink community so this shouldn't be a shock to him."

I just pray my fucking father doesn't decide to pop in.

Igor might be tolerant of alternative lifestyles but my father will lose it.

When the elevator stops at Igor's floor, I lead Christian down the hallway to Igor's penthouse.

Igor throws open the door when we arrive. "I'm glad you came."

Christian's eyebrows migrate to his forehead when he sees inside Igor's lofty estate.

His jaw drops as he takes in the sky-high ceilings and beautiful views.

I wrap my arm around Christian’s shoulders. "Igor has a nice apartment. Doesn't he?"

"You could say that." Christian lets out a wolf-whistle as he drinks in the various rooms.

Igor lets out a grunt. "Let me get you both a drink."

I help Christian remove his day pack. "Tell me what you want to drink."

"Does Igor have apple juice?"

"I'm afraid not," Igor calls from the kitchen. "But I have orange juice and champagne. I'll make you a mimosa."

"Can I have a mimosa?" Christian waggles his eyebrows hopefully.

I growl as I steal another kiss. "Of course. You’re with family."

Igor returns with the mimosa for Christian and sets my glass of scotch on the counter.

"I'm glad you decided to visit today, Nikolai. We have things to discuss."

Darkness lances my chest.

It won't be easy to tell Igor that I'm not sure I want to follow through with the hit.

"I know." I grit my teeth.

My heart hammers in my chest.

"Luca’s heading back to Crave next weekend,” Igor grunts in a low voice. “It's a perfect opportunity to take him out."

Christian freezes.

Confusion constricts his face.

"Take him out?" Christian asks at last.

I shoot Igor a nasty look. "No business in front of my boy."

"What does take him out mean?" Christian bites his lower lip.

I haven't been honest with Christian.

I haven't told him I'm a hitman.

He knows I'm Mafia but I've never confessed that killing men is my profession.

"Let's head to Igor's bedroom,” I say. “You can play with your toys."

Rising from my seat, I place my hand on Christian's lower back and lead him to Igor's bedroom.

I grab his day pack and set it on the bed when we arrive.

"Stay here,” I order. “I need to discuss business with my brother."

Christian bites his lip. "I'm scared, Daddy."

"Don't be scared."

"Do you kill people?"

"You shouldn't have heard that, angel. That was a discussion for my ears only."

Christian looks around Igor's luxurious bedroom. Expensive drapes frame a never-ending view of Central Park.

New York looks a million times more impressive from up here.

Christian's gaze pauses on the locked door.

"What's in there?"

"Nothing."

I'm lying again.

The door leads to Igor's black room.

Whips. Chains. Fuck knows what else.

"Can I go in there?"

"No. It's where my brother has his private time. It's not for boys like you to explore."

I'd never forgive myself if I accidentally let Christian into Igor's kink room.

It'd traumatize the fuck out of him.

"I have to leave now, boy," I growl.

"Don't go, Daddy." Christian makes a sad face.

"Igor and I have business to discuss."

Christian throws his arms around my waist. "You promised to keep me safe and protected forever."

My heart breaks in my chest.

But what choice do I have?

Igor is right. I must follow through with the hit.

I promised my father I’d get the job done. I can't back out now.

"Igor needs me," I grunt at last.

Christian makes a determined face. "Don't think you can leave me that easily."

Christian's lips twist into a smile.

He cups my cock and stares into my eyes.

"What are you doing?" I growl.

"I'm going to make you stay with me.”

Christian drops to his knees.

The tip of his beanie brushes against my zipper as he unzips me, planting soft kisses along my bulge.

"So hard, Daddy."

He peels back my briefs, wrapping his lips around my throbbing tip and taking me in his mouth.

The sensation is a lightning bolt to my solar plexus.

"Jesus Christ."

I thread my fingers through Christian's hair to keep myself from collapsing to the ground.

My balls heave as Christian takes me balls-deep, swirling his tongue around my shaft, sucking and gagging in a last-ditch effort to convince me to stay.

He bobs on my shaft, his rainbow beanie brushing against my zipper as he ignites the most amazing fucking sensations in my body.

Christian wiggles his tongue around my cock, planting kisses up the length of my shaft.

"You like that, Daddy?"

Blue eyes stare up at me.

This little brat has no idea what he does to me.

Christian plants a big kiss on my aching tip. "Do my kisses make you feel good inside?"

His words flood my senses.

I don't know where Christian learned to talk like that.

But I'm harder than ever and I have zero intention of going back to Igor.

I want to stay with Christian. Forever.

My orgasm slams through me like a fucking freight train.

I grunt as streams of come rocket against Christian's face.

I make a mess of his angel face like a fucking Jackson Pollock painting, my orgasm surging through me in deep, unstoppable waves.

"Daddy's not going anywhere.” I heave Christian into my arms and slam my lips on his.

I swirl my tongue around Christian's mouth possessively.

I'm not going anywhere.