I sob, shameless, desperate. “Please, Captain—please fuck me—wreck me—make me yours—I’ll do anything, justplease—”
His hand slips down from my throat to my chest, pressing me harder to the wall, his other hand tugging at the waistband of my sweats. My legs almost give. My lungs collapse.
And his mouth curves against my ear.
“That’s better. That’s begging.”
The second those words leave his mouth, my knees nearly give out. My forehead presses harder into the wall, sweat beading down my temple, my body strung so tight it hurts. And then—finally—finally—he drags my sweats down.
Cold air bites my skin, my cock slapping free, aching, leaking, so hard it hurts. I moan shamelessly.
“Fuck,” I gasp, chest heaving, “please, sir—”
He doesn’t make me wait. One hand fists in my curls, jerking my head back so my throat arches, so my mouth opens on another broken whimper. The other shoves my sweats down to my thighs, his body crowding mine, his cock pressing hard against my ass through his boxers.
And then they’re gone.
Fabric hits the floor. His hand leaves my hair, palms heavy on my hips, holding me against the wall like I’m prey.
“You want to be fucked, pup?” he growls, low and lethal in my ear.
“Yes, sir—God, yes—” My fingers scrabbling against the peeling wallpaper, trying to hold myself up, trying not to come untouched.
“Then take it.”
He slams into me.
I scream. A raw, broken sound that gets swallowed by the storm outside. My whole body jolts forward against the wall, arms buckling, cock dragging wet across the cold paper as Damian buries himself in me with one brutal thrust.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust. Doesn’t give me air. Just pulls back and slams again, hips snapping, cock splitting me open like I was made for it. My hands claw useless at the wall, my body bending, breaking, melting around him.
“Captain—” I choke, “fuck—so big—”
“Good pup,” he snarls, teeth scraping my ear. His grip bruises my hips, dragging me back onto him every time he thrusts, harder, deeper, relentless. “Taking me like you were made for it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? To be ruined on my cock?”
“Yes, sir—yesyesyes—” Drool slicks my lips. My cock bounces against the wall, leaking, smearing the paper wet.
He fucks me harder. Brutal, filthy, unforgiving. His chest is a furnace pressed to my back, his breath hot against my neck, his growl vibrating through my bones. The storm rattles the glass, thunder booms, but all I hear is the slap of his hips against my ass, the low rasp of his voice when he spits into my ear—
“Mine.”
And that’s it. That’s all it takes.
I come undone, screaming, my cock painting the wall, my body convulsing so hard I nearly collapse. My vision whites out, my lungs stutter, my legs shake so bad I’d fall if he wasn’t holding me up.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucks me through it, dragging every last spasm out of me until I’m whimpering, shaking, wrecked against the wall. And then, with one last brutal snap of his hips, he buries himself deep, groaning low as he spills inside me.
I sob his name into the peeling wallpaper, my body melting, ruined.
“Perfect pup.”
I’m still shaking when he lifts me. My feet barely leave the floor before Damian’s arms are under me, iron and sure, and I’m being carried across the room like I weigh nothing. My cock’s still dripping, my thighs trembling, and I’m limp in his grip.
Except I’m not. Not really.
Because he’s still inside me.
