Page 72 of Toxic Devotion
He put his hands on his desk and dropped his head forward with a sigh. His life had been completely upended and while he was trying to find his footing he knew he wouldn’t succeed until Neil came home. He needed the man now more than ever and no matter how pissed he was at him, the love he felt for him overshadowed it.
The door clicking shut had him whirling around, heart in his throat until he saw Neil. The man’s eyes were a shimmering darkness.
“You’re here,” he gasped out.
Neil’s lips quirked up at one corner.
Neil stalked toward him and the closer he got, the harder his blood thrummed in his veins. Neil slammed right into him, sending him back a step, his lips desperate against Marco’s.
Neil walked him backward and lifted him onto the desk in one smooth movement. Marco spread his legs, wrapping them around Neil’s hips to bring him closer.
“They won’t come after you. I’ve made sure of it,” Neil said, lips skirting down the side of Marco’s neck.
“How?”
“I had one of my operatives drop off a gift for them,” Neil said, leaning back to meet Marco’s gaze. There was a darkness in those eyes. A protectiveness and a love so deep he wondered how he could’ve ever been without it.
“What kind of gift?”
“The kind that would get the police involved if you sent it through the mail.”
Was he… talking about Alvaro?
Had this man actually dropped off Alvaro’s body to his cartel?
“What about your job? I thought you were trying to take them down?”
“Oh, I am. They’re gonna be very busy, very soon,” Neil said, a wry smile on his lips.
“I can’t believe you.” He shook his head. “That’s so fucking reckless.”
Neil arched a brow at him and said, “So, only you are allowed to act recklessly?”
“Yes,” he exclaimed, glaring at Neil.
“Right,” Neil drawled, a wry smile on his lips.
“Testa di cazzo,” Marco hissed.
Neil huffed out a laugh, his eyes gleaming, clearly not bothered by being called an asshole. When he caught Marco’s lips in a hard kiss, he didn’t even pretend to resist. What was the point? He wanted Neil, he needed him like he needed air.
“I want you,” Neil said, pulling back to run his gaze over Marco’s face, settling on staring into his eyes.
Marco’s pulse jumped when he realized what Neil meant. “It’s been a while.”
“I know.”
He cocked a brow at Neil who was smirking as he said, “What? Did you think I wasn’t keeping an eye on you?”
He could only roll his eyes and sigh. Of course, Neil had known.
“Hey.” Neil ran his fingers down Marco’s cheek. “It’s only been you for me, too.”
“What? No one wanted a brat like you?”
“I think it was more the lifeless eyes,” Neil drawled.
That sounded ridiculous to him. There was so much depth in Neil’s eyes. So many emotions. It damn well shone from them. Then again, Neil had never been able to hide from him. Whatever walls Neil tried to keep up crumbled the second his eyes met Marco’s.