I laid a few sweet kisses on the same area and slowly pulled my cock out, taking off the condom and tying it at the end. I zipped myself up and opened the door to the stall so I could sneak out and throw the used condom into the trash. When I came back, Mark was still in the exact same position. His shoulders trembling and the small whimpers that sounded like tears made my heart ache.
I grabbed him, turning him toward me, and was met with watery eyes. “Oh, little rabbit. Did I hurt you?” Guilt consumed me and I brought him into a hug, cradling his head against my chest. “I won’t do it again.”
“No,” he whispered, gasping. “I want… I want that.Please.I… want that.” He said the words as though he was trying to convince himself it was okay, and I smiled, my heart fluttering at my little prey and his sweetness.
“Good, because you’re mine.”
6
Mark
Cam’s faceappeared almost loving, and my heart twisted with an unexpected pang. The corner of his lips kicked up and his brown eyes were soft. I shivered with the weight of my confession—fuck, the sex was pure filth—and rested a hand against the warmth I’d made on the tiles while he’d fucked me. I dragged my fingertips across the smooth surface until they hit a chilled spot, attempting to wake myself up out of this pleasure-fueled, foggy dream state that had taken me over. My most secret, brutal desires suddenly seemed possible.
No, this was wrong. I wasn’t the type ofmanwho liked being branded and bruised like an animal… except apparently I was, because the ache on the back of my neck, along with the twinges in my asshole as I shifted, reminded me I was alive. Sexual. And yes, he’d fucked me like a sex toy, but it made me feel powerful that he’d wanted me enough to hurl every social rule I’d ever learned out the window. He’dtracked me downand had come using my ass in a bathroom on his lunch break.
Who the hell does that?He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip as if he was as mesmerized by me as I was with him. I nipped at his finger, and he hooked a hand across my lower back. With an easy burst of strength, he dragged me against his front. I moaned. My pants were still around my ankles and my cum-sticky semi was trapped against his thigh. I hadn’t gone down. This was a first for me because I always deflated after sex—every time. I’d never been a twice-in-a-row guy, even though I’d known a couple. I blew out a long breath and didn’t fight too hard to stop myself from rocking against his leg.
Everything with him felt good.
“That’s it. I like to see you giving in to your baser instincts. That part of you that wants to forget you’re a man and become a beast.” He dragged his teeth across the shell of my ear, and I shuddered, rutting against him.
“You do realize you can’t actually own me, right?” I whispered into the space between us. “Not even if you paid an ungodly amount for me.”
My answer from Cam was a low, disbelieving chuckle, and with his warmth surrounding me and his sex musk in my nose, perhaps he had a point.
“What makes you think you have a say in this?” He bent his head and forced my chin up. His lips were on mine in less than a second and he attacked my mouth like he might never get another chance. He thrust his tongue between my lips and ravaged as if he wanted to make sure I knew not a single part of my body would be left without the searing brand of his touch, not even that silly little dangly thing at the back of my throat—thankfully, he was still human enough that he couldn’t reach it, or I was sure he would’ve tried.
Enough of this.I shoved him back. It was clear he’d chosen to straighten up a bit and my feeble pushing had nothing to do with getting him to move. He slid his hand up my spine and rubbed at the bite on the nape of my neck. The deep pain that rushed through me and buzzed need to life low in my gut had me resting my forehead against his solid pecs. I didn’t ask him to stop or do anything except hold my breath while my dick chubbed up and swelled to its full size where it was pressed to his solid thigh. I began to work myself against him in time to the way he swirled his finger around the bite, not caring about anything except the urgent heat that slammed through my groin in waves.
“Oh, I think I can own you,” he murmured, then grabbed my hips to urge me harder against his leg. Need built in me faster than I would have thought possible, and I rocked there, straining, gasping.
One evil laugh later and he turned us to shove me back until my ass was flush with the cold tiles on the wall. He grunted as he bashed his leg against the toilet. I hated the loss of contact. My cock curved up and slapped against the soft cotton of my shirttail. I struggled against him until his hands on my arms gripped me so tightly it hurt—which wasn’t much of a deterrent. Everything he did right now stoked my need higher. I wouldn’t have stopped then, either, except he leaned down and nipped at my bottom lip until I was sure his sharp teeth would break through the skin. I stilled, quivering in place, and he sucked away the hurt.
“I’ll be hunting you again soon,” he whispered against my lips. With one final, too-quick kiss, he was gone. I had to scramble to close the stall door as the outer one that led to the corridor opened and someone else came in. I took my time dragging up my pants, then zipping them. The cuffs of my shirt had somehow gotten twisted, and I tried to straighten out my clothes, but I had the feeling anyone who looked at me would be able to tell I’d just been fucked in the sixth-floor bathroom, which I knew was impossible. I waited until the faucets turned off and the door opened and closed again before I ventured out on knees filled with sand.
My brain would not click over. It was stuck in fuck mode. My dick ached and pulsed, half hard and optimistic, even though Cam was gone. I stumbled my way to the sink and pressed myself against the cool porcelain and waited, hoping the chill would make me settle. My face in the mirror was flushed a brilliant red because my pale skin hid nothing. Tears leaked out of my eyes, but I wasn’t feeling bad—simply overwhelmed. I turned on the cold water and bent down to splash it on my face, gasping at the temperature. Then, I did it again. After a few minutes my body got the idea I wasn’t about to get fucked again anytime soon, but the excitement didn’t quite fizzle out of my veins. I had a used, stretched-out sensation in my ass that wouldn’t let me forget Camden power fucking me.
“What the hell just happened?” I asked myself as I stood there dripping wet. The Mark in the mirror looked every bit as confused as I felt. My chest heaved as I tried to suck in air. I spotted what might be a cum stain on my pants.How much of it is on my skin? My suit?I couldn’t remember Camden cleaning off his hands after I blew my load in his fist. Sex musk was heavy in the air, but maybe it was just me I was smelling.
Is this what he’s into?Jesus fucking Christ, I’ll never survive.He wants to stalk me and fuck me wherever he finds me, like a wolf after his mate in heat. The idea was strangely more appealing than it should be. I splashed more cold water on my face. It didn’t help. The bathroom door opened slowly, like something out of a horror movie.
My breath caught, but then Max stood there, leaning. His thin, pretty face was flushed in amusement and he fought a smirk off his pink lips as he bit at the corner of his mouth. His deep brown eyes damned near twinkled, which was unusual for him.
“Who was that?” he asked, then took a step back as if he’d heard something of interest in the hallway behind him. Was Camden still out there? I hurried to Max’s side, but he was just eyeballing some people in business attire—I believed they were in the New Gothenburg Chamber of Commerce—who’d left Vane’s office and were now having a small gabfest while they waited for the elevator.
Max wandered his gaze down my body. To my horror, I realized I’d zipped the hem of my shirt into my pants. I fumbled and fixed everything, face hot and dread hammering me.
“Uh… did you…?” Max stuck his tongue against his cheek and raised his eyebrows in my direction.
“No,” I snapped.
Max tilted his head against the door and gave me that trademark snotty smirk that low-key irritated Vane every time he saw it. “Uh-huh.” He reached out and tapped the back of my neck with one lazy finger. An adrenaline-fueled pain sang heat through my veins.
“Nothing.I did nothing at all,” I said and dodged away from another poke. I still didn’t entirely trust Max, though I’d come a long way from thinking he was a snake who deserved to have his head cut off. I was still getting used to the way he acted, and I had to trust that JP thought he was a good person. I gripped the door handle to keep from falling over. Wouldn’t the ruined ex-mayor’s PA following in his footsteps withpublic indecencymake fantastic gossip? I stared hard at Max again, but there was nothing malicious about his body language. He seemed to think I might have been getting up to… exactly what I had in here, and judging by his amusement, he thought it was funny more than anything.
“He was with you?” Max glanced pointedly at the bathroom stall, where the door was still hanging open. I walked over and closed it, and he held in a laugh.
I raised my head high, and mumbled, “No more El Sabroso Sur for me at lunch.”
