Chapter 423: So I’m Gonna Love You Like Never Before

* The Chapter that had been having issues earlieron, has been moved to Chapter 422, and it has today’s Chapter’s updates. please read it frst befroe this one.

*The Chapter with the title: Play Stupid games, Win Stupid prizes

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[FROLO]

The presidential palace was quiet as always when Zhenya returned. He could only assume that nothing much had happened, which was a relief, not that he would be as bothered.

He had come from his brother, and even as he walked the hallways to the president’s private chambers, to the one room that only he and the man could access, Zhenya knew he had to think, and fast.

Yuriy never asked for help.

But he had.

Not because he was weak, but because Yuriy needed someone who would do the work that he couldn’t. Not without risking Katya’s life anyway.

That was worth everything to Zhenya, because his brother trusted him with the happiness of his son. And it was easily the most important job of Zhenya’s life.

Of course, he knew Sergei Moskowsky wouldn’t welcome him with open arms just because he was Yuriy’s brother, not to mention the fact that Yuriy coming to him was probably something that Sergei didn’t know.

Which meant that Zhenya had to be smart about this.

He was the face of the government security. The man assigned to work with Aleksandr in executing the plans against Sergei Moskowsky.

But for his brother, Zhenya would do whatever it took.

And with that thought, he unlocked the door he had locked when he left to go to Yuriy.

On the bed was the beta president, still sleeping. He’d been ruined by Zhenya, and it wasn’t even the first time. Perhaps that was why no one was as worried for the nation’s president when Zhenya had left.

’You’re a problem to my little brother, Boris,’ Zhenya thought to himself as he sat on the chair at the corner of the room.

The chair that he always sat on when he was punishing the president for being bratty or even asking for more than he deserved.

The alpha took off his shirt, threw it somewhere in the room, before he sat comfortably, legs spread.

"Wake up," he commanded, his alpha voice a sound that the sleeping beta had been conditioned to answer to, no matter how sleepy he was.

"Da... Daddy," Boris whimpered, his body still aching so badly. He was still wound up, and he knew Zhenya wouldn’t do shit to help him out of that.

But he didn’t make another move.

After all, his alpha hadn’t told him to, and he was not the kind to do things without permission.

"Untie yourself and come to me," Zhenya said, his voice cold, the command sitting pretty as he watched the sight before him.

Boris didn’t fight the command.

The hands that were tied to the headboard had somehow gotten loose. It was the only reason Zhenya hadn’t gone to set him free.

The alpha watched as his beta wiggled painfully against the ropes on him. He watched in silence and with a blank face, almost like he was unimpressed, even when Boris freed his hands and turned to Zhenya for praise.

None came.

So he pulled the clamps off before sitting up tiredly and untying the knots on his legs.

Still, no praise came.

And Boris let out a needy whine.

"You haven’t earned it," Zhenya said, bored.

Determined to please, a ruined Boris crawled from the mess they had made on the bed, his legs too tired to even function properly while he was on his knees. Boris held on desperately as he dragged himself toward a waiting Zhenya.

He looked so weak and broken, but Zhenya wasn’t as pleased.

Only when he reached Zhenya, when he sat on the floor right between Zhenya’s legs, did the alpha raise the corner of his lips in what looked like a smile.

"Daddy..." Boris whined again, too tired to think, yet somehow the scent of Zhenya’s thick scent had him salivating.

"You’re insatiable, aren’t you?" Zhenya stated when Boris began rubbing his face on the alpha’s crotch.

"Want a taste... please, Daddy," Boris begged.

"If you can take it out... it’s yours."

Boris didn’t think.

He worked the zipper desperately. His tired hands kept trying to undo the buttons, but he was too weak. Too tired to get it out himself.

Yet he was still desperate to please.

Desperate to make his alpha feel good.

"You need to rest, beta," Zhenya said, but the beta shook his head fervently.

"I can do it, Daddy... I can..."

"You want it that badly?"

The beta nodded fervently.

Zhenya lifted the beta’s head with his finger, making the man face him, looking up at him.

"Such a good slut for me, aren’t you?" Zhenya said, staring down at the beta between his legs.

And of course... Boris nodded.

It was all he could do at the moment anyway.

"I’ll be working with Aleksandr... An alpha like me... He looks like he could submit to me better than you," Zhenya snickered, the insinuation not lost on Boris.

He knew what his alpha was playing at.

He was a beta.

Zhenya was his alpha.

Just his.

"Alpha is mine," the beta whined needily.

"He is the leader of the Bratva... Looks good... I think he could give me pups," Zhenya teased despite knowing that male alphas couldn’t be bred to produce pups.

"Ngh..." Boris whined, his scent growing bitter with jealousy.

"You don’t like that, huh?" he laughed.

"Mine... Not the senator’s... My alpha... My Zhenya," Boris said, and with renewed determination he undid the alpha’s zipper, pulling out what he had wanted from the very beginning.

A mouth stuffed full so he wouldn’t hear his alpha talk about another beta.

"He has really nice hips... Maybe I could let him fuck me..." Zhenya laughed mockingly, and Boris absolutely didn’t like the idea.

In fact, he sucked the alpha’s dick like he was pulling the man’s soul from his thick cock. The man sucked as if his life depended on it.

And he didn’t stop.

Not when the alpha released deep in his throat the first time.

Not the second.

Not even when Boris’s mouth was too stuffed, and he had drool spilling down his chin.

He didn’t stop.

By the fourth orgasm, the beta was too weak to even lift his head.

"My sweet beta... Daddy’s little princess," Zhenya cooed in approval, and Boris smiled heartily, even as he cleaned his alpha’s shaft one more time and pulled him out of his mouth.

"You’re mine, princess," Zhenya praised with pride.

And Boris smiled faintly.

"Yours," Boris whined again.

This time, Zhenya lifted him from the floor gently, kissing his forehead in the process.

"I love you, princess," Zhenya said, and Boris froze.

Over twenty years together, Zhenya had never once uttered those words.

"Alpha..."

"I love you so much, my princess," Zhenya said, sitting Boris on his lap. The beta was almost limp in his arms.

"I lo... Love you too, Daddy," Boris said, smiling from ear to ear.

"You’ll let me kiss you, won’t you?"

Boris nodded.

And Zhenya...

He dove in.

Kissing the head of state like this was renewed devotion.

But then it was true, wasn’t it?

He’d always known Boris loved him all these years. It was the only reason the man never changed or even challenged any decisions Zhenya made or suggested, even at briefings.

The president was down for him.

And Zhenya knew.

For him to get his brother what was needed...

He needed to get to the president first.

And a confession that Boris had been waiting for over two decades had to be it. Even if Zhenya meant none of it.

Because Zhenya never believed in love; he only believed in protecting Yuriy’s happiness.

Love, for him, was Yuriy, his little brother.

"Daddy..." the man whined when they pulled back, still in disbelief.

"Sleep, my love. Daddy will take care of things."

Boris had never surrendered control that fast.