He keeps his eyes low, and his lashes cast long shadows over his cheekbones. He might be as expressive as a marble bust, but his body isn’t lying. My words made him rub against my cock ever so slightly, and there’s the faintest tremble to his thighs.
I am right.
He doesn’t want a living blow-up doll.
Corvus Van der Horn wants to be plowed bya man.
“I don’t get those ‘reviews’ because I have a big dick. You’re not using me to my full potential,” I add, so he can feel more in control, that he’s still the one usingme. “Let megivethis to you.”
I see the struggle between what he wants and what he allows himself. He needs to give me a chance, and I’ll show him he can let go. Just thinking about breaking through that uncaring facade gets me going all over again, because the marble of his beautiful face is cracking, and I’ve caught the glimpse of the inferno Corvus has been hiding all his life. I might be a dumbass, but working as a bouncer has taught me to read people, to anticipate who they are and what they want.
When he looks up at last, only his gaze reveals the conflict inside. The depths of his eyes are on fire, and I know I’ve won even before hearing the softclinkof the keys.
“Fine,” he says, walls back up. “If your cock isn’t good enough to satisfy me on its own, I will give you this chance. After all, you are gambling for your survival.”
“I know. Poison. I hurt you, I die,” I add to reassure him. He’s posturing in front of me. He’s a strong guy, I can see that in his well-trained body. He’s hurt a lot of people, and knows how to use weapons, but… when he ends up under me, my dick deep inside him, my arms gripping him tightly, he will be vulnerable, and we both know it.
And yet he wants it.
My brain is back on track to understanding him.
I’ll make him lose it. I’ll take that control from him, and he’ll give it up willingly.
A click of the cuffs releases my hands, the keys fall to the floor, and he stares at me, soft lips slightly parted as he inhales. He appearsshocked. Maybe he didn’t expect for this to eventually happen? Maybe he’s scared? Of me? Or of his own desire? Wouldn’t be the first repressed bottom I fucked.
“Yes. Without me, you die,” he responds, but there’s a tremor to his voice now, and his cock twitches, releasing a bead of pre-cum.
I reach for his thighs and glide my hands up, teasing his hairs and never breaking eye contact. “Without you, I’ll die,” I whisper, and I can’t help how it turns me on. Suddenly, I want to be inside him even more. Made immortal in a moment of bliss.
In a move well-practiced from my days in semi-professional wrestling, I lunge forward, gripping his hips and slam him back onto the mattress, me on top. As it should be.
Chapter 4
Corvus
I’mwell-acquaintedwithdanger,pain, terror, but I’ve never been one to invite it.
Until tonight.
Dalton’s weight knocks the breath out of me, and as I lie on the mattress I dragged to my office for the very purpose of letting him fuck me, the dull thud in my ears reminds me that I stopped trying to bed men for a reason.
It was too complicated, too… dangerous for me to indulge in, but can I really not steal this one night and let myself feel something? He’s going to die tomorrow—that’s nearly certain—and he’ll take my secret to his grave. Who’s going to bring in his head as a trophy? Once that happens, will I be regretful or relieved that he won’t ever tell anyone what I let him do?
For now though, he is very much alive, I can feel it in the heat exuded by his strong form.
I should say something. Make a dismissive comment, or give him a command, but he is so breathtaking, I find myself unable to producea single sound. My legs are soft, as if I’m standing at the edge of a cliff, admiring its majesty despite knowing how easily it could take my life.
Even the way he nudges my thighs apart to make room for him makes my dick rock-hard. He may be a piece-of-shit human, but damn is he a majestic animal. I stiffen when he grabs my head, because those massive hands could probably crush my skull if he wanted to, he just leans down for a kiss as if I owe him one.
His lips meet mine, then he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue, and I give in so fast it’s embarrassing. I don’t know what to focus on. His thumbs massaging my temples, his cock rubbing against me as if he wants to show me what’s ahead, or his hot tongue toying with mine as if we’re in no hurry. As if we have all the time in the world and could do this all over again once we wake up.
I don’t know what to do with my hands, so they rest at my sides, twitching when Dalton rolls his hips between my thighs, rubbing that long, thick cock over my stomach. My own is now trapped between our bodies, and I arch off the mattress every time the beast on top of me moves, rubbing his musky sweat into my flesh. He’s a storm, and I’m drowning in his fresh warmth.
He could charge now. Enter me and use his last day on this earth to humiliate me, but instead I feel his tongue slow dancing with mine while his thick, calloused palms trace the contours of my body, as if he wants to commit them to memory.
I don’t want to overthink this, because this night is only about the thingsIrequire, but when he pulls back and I see desire glowing in his gaze like two pieces of coal, my toes curl, and I stretch, wanting to see that he craves me too.
He makes a happy murmur inside my mouth, tongue vibrating against my palate when his hands glide over my hips and to my thighs. The tremor it creates travels all the way down my spine and to my ass. It’s the position that does this to me, the way he spread my legs with the confidence of a king about to consume a new union.
