“Every detail, pup. Every sound you made. Every way you fucked your own hand while my face stared down at you. Or I’ll pull over right here and make you reenact it in the backseat with the whole goddamn city walking past.”
My jaw unhinges. My eyes bug. “You wouldn’t.”
The SUV slows. The lane widens into a busy cross street, cars shoving past, pedestrians crowding the crosswalk under glaring morning sun. And he doesn’t hide the way he eases his foot off the gas. Doesn’t hide the way his eyes flick to me, then to the crowds outside the tinted glass.
“I would.”
My voice cracks. “F-fuck—okay—okay!”
I clutch the seatbelt across myself like it could hold me together, heat tearing up my face, my skin sparkling everywhere at once. My mouth runs reckless, faster than my brain, spilling filth just to survive.
“The—the ceiling one—I—fuck—I used to lie in bed staring at it, my hand down my boxers, stroking so fast my sheets creaked. Thought about you pinning me to the boards, ripping my helmet off, making me choke on your—” I slam a fist into the dash, half sob, half laugh. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this in traffic—”
“Keep going.” His hand is steady on the wheel, but his knuckles flex, bruises white under the leather.
I choke a laugh, broken and hoarse. “The cup run shot—I used to…fuck—used to grind against the mattress, biting my pillow, pretending it was you. Thought about you splitting me open like you did last night—”
The SUV slows again. Another red light. This time he takes the long way—downtown, congested, loud, bodies everywhere. My pulse detonates.
“The—the shirtless one—I’d spread my thighs and stroke slow, just staring at it, thinking about your hands bruising me, your lip split on mine, your voice telling me—telling me good boy.” My throat closes. My eyes sting. “I’d come so fucking hard I—fuck—I couldn’t even breathe after.”
A horn blares behind us. Damian hasn’t moved. He’s letting the light go green, letting the car idle, his gaze flicking to me like he’s pinning me alive to the leather seat.
“Louder,” he growls. “Make the city hear it.”
And I do. “I jerked off to you every night, Captain. Posters, tapes, everything. I fucking ruined myself on you before I ever met you.”
The SUV roars back to life, tires squealing when he finally floors it. My head slams against the seat, my lungs collapsing with the G-force. His scar curves into a smirk, lethal, perfect.
“Good boy,” he rasps.
And my cock throbs so hard it hurts.
The SUV rumbles to a stop at the curb. My stomach drops with it.
He kills the engine, silence swallowing the car whole, and I swear my heartbeat is louder than the traffic outside. My palms are slick by the time I wrestle my bag onto my shoulder and reach for the handle. His eyes burn steady in the corner of my vision, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just waits.
The walk up the steps feels like the longest of my life. Every crack in the concrete, every flicker of that shitty streetlight, every ghost of his hand still at the back of my neck—it’s all louder than the city around us.
My keys rattle in my pocket. I fish them out with sweaty fingers, jam the first one toward the lock. Miss. It clatters to the ground, a sharp metallic sound that makes my face blaze.
“Fuck,” I mutter, crouching to grab it. My ears are burning. My chest is on fire.
I shove it at the door again. Wrong angle. It skates useless against the plate and falls from my grip a second time.
“Jesus—” I hiss, bending again. My curls fall into my eyes, my face hot enough to combust.
Behind me, he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t move. Justwaits.
And somehow that’s worse.
The weight of his silence presses harder than his body ever could. I canfeelhim standing there—six-foot-five of calm predator, watching me unravel over a goddamn lock like he already owns the place.
By the third drop, I’m shaking so bad my laugh comes out cracked. “This is—this is pathetic. I swear, I know how doors work—”
The key finally slides into place. The lock clicks open. My whole body slumps like I just survived sudden death overtime.
I push the door in with my shoulder and flick on the light.
