“That’s it. Let me feel how bad you want it.”
I stroke him with just enough pressure to catch his breath. Jonah's head falls back. I kiss his throat, and he mewls. Licking the line under his jaw, my hand works him harder. His hips jerk, his heels digging into the mattress.
“Hm. You like that.”
“Yes—Yes, Viktor.”
I tighten my grip and his whole body responds. His cock jumps in my hand. I drag my thumb over his tip, enjoying how he chokes on a breath. “You want to come? You need it?”
His eyes flutter. “Please.”
I smirk. “So impatient.” Stroking him harder for a few slow pulls, I ease my hand and stop before he tips over. “But you'll wait.”
I lean back over him, keeping my weight caging him in. “I’m not done with you. Spread your thighs. I want to see all of you.”
He freezes for a moment. Instead of pulling back, he draws a breath and opens wider. His cock rests against his stomach. Sliding my hand down his chest, I move lower between his thighs. My injuries hurt, but right now, I don't care. My cock drags over him until the head settles against the curve of his ass. He lifts his hips right away, offering himself.
I sit back to look at him. He's a mess beneath me, skin flushed, his thighs spread wide. “Look at you. As if you were made for me.” I move my hand between his legs, my fingers finding the heat of his ass. He's already slick, his body trembling when I touch him there.
I don't give him a choice. I hook his knees over my shoulders, baring him completely. He lets out a strangled sound, but I hold him pinned. I lean in, my tongue finding the tight center of him. He shouts into the mattress, his back arching so hard I hear the bed frame groan. I rim him with a heavy pressure, tasting the fear and the want on his skin.
He starts to writhe, his hips bucking in an uneven rhythm. A high, broken moan leaves his mouth. I don't let him hide. I use my hands to keep his ass open, my tongue digging deeper until his cries sharpen. He's sobbing now, his heels digging into my shoulders, his whole body caught in the friction I'm forcing.
“Viktor... oh god... please...”
“You taste divine,” I growl. I don't stop until he's a sobbing mess beneath me. I want him to know exactly who owns this part of him.
I pull back, leaving him exposed and shaking. I don't let him close his legs. I reach for the bottle on the nightstand, keepingmy eyes locked on his. “Watch me, Jonah,” I command. “Watch what I'm about to do to you.”
Slicking my cock slowly, I make sure Jonah sees every inch of it. When I slide my fingers between his cheeks, he yields. I guide myself to his entrance and bare my teeth against his neck. I'm hard as iron, and determined to ignore the stinging pull in my side as I drive inside with a relentless glide.
“Oh, fuck—” His head thrashes back as he takes all of me. I fill him, sinking deeper until I'm fully seated. Jonah pants and trembles. I start to move. His ass grips my cock perfectly as I thrust into him. I hook his leg higher and sink deeper, my hand white-knuckled on the headboard.
I shift my weight, spear into him again, and drive my hand down to curl my fist around his girth. I like this even better. Now I can see his face as he moans and pants with every thrust. His body arches as he reaches for his own cock, but I swat his hand away.
“This is mine,” I growl, and stroke him with the same rhythm as my hips rock into him.
I drive into him with a relentless pace. Every thrust bottoms out, pinning him into the mattress until the headboard knocks the wall. Jonah is a mess beneath me, his eyes rolled back, gasping for air. I want him to feel the full scale of me, the way my weight crushes him.
“Look at me,” I command, slamming home again. I want to see the moment his mind breaks. I want to see my mark in his pupils. He’s sobbing my name now, his fingers digging into my forearms, his body tight around me as I stretch him further.
I know I've found his prostate because his cries sharpen. “Right there…oh, fuck, Please, Viktor, don't stop.”
I pound into him harder, deeper, ignoring the flare of pain for the friction of his skin. I'm rutting into him like an animal,my teeth bared as I watch him come apart. I don't stop until he's screaming, his back arching as his cum spills across his stomach.
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut as he shudders, completely undone.
I pull out slowly, dragging free inch by inch. I wipe him down carefully, wanting him to feel how pleased I am. Pulling the blanket higher over Jonah's thighs, I sit back against the headboard, panting. Pain flares through my entire body. Jonah shifts closer and rests his chin on my shoulder. He lifts his head when he notices the window. “Look. It's snowing.”
I follow his gaze. Snow falls steadily. The courtyard fades under white. He tips his head toward the glass. “It hasn't snowed like this for a long time.”
I rest my hand at the back of his neck. He leans into the touch without hesitation. “The last time I recall we had snow like this, Mom was still alive.” He yawns. “Or perhaps I'm already dreaming. I'm so tired, Viktor.”
My lips curl as I stare outside. “Then sleep.”
He's already snoring softly, his breath puffing against my throat. I watch the flakes settle against the glass. The silence in the room carries a new weight. Sergei's shadow is moving, and the guards are changing.
Something in this house is shifting. I don't know the shape of the trap yet, but I know who I'm keeping when the floor falls out.
