“Do you think it has crossed their minds?”
I straightened and the sudden move had pain shooting down my spine. I winced and sucked in a breath to steady myself, but my cock took it as an invitation to thicken as pleasure weaved alongside the agony. Warmth spread through me, washing over me like a heated blanket on a cold night, and I narrowed my eyes on Jules. This conversation was going on for too long. I ate, and now I wanted to ride him. “I don’t know. I don’t pretend to understand their thought processes. Like I said, I’m different from them.”
“When did you leave Pleasant Beach?”
I stood, keeping my back as still as possible, and walked slowly around to his side of the table, but he laid a hand on my hip and held me still so I couldn’t jump on him. “Just under a year ago, around late November I think, after we turned nineteen. I couldn’t stand living that life anymore. It was too boring. My brothers loved it. They had plans to go to college there.”
He leaned back and stared up at me with his other hand resting on my opposite hip, nails biting into my skin as my T-shirt rode up my belly a little. “Okay, so let’s think rationally. You could enroll in college here, and depending on your high school grades—”
“I was fucking smart,” I snapped, insulted he might think otherwise. I tried to pull away from him, but the move was too fast, and I hissed at the strike of pain in my lower back. He brought me to his lap, so I sat sideways on him and pouted. “I aced my SATs. My guidance counselor begged me to think about being a doctor or some shit.”
He quirked a grin; he knew exactly what he’d done. “That’s good. If you want to go to college, they’ll need information you may not be comfortable providing. It could let your brothers know where you are.”
“I want this, whatever this is between me and you. And I need to fit in, go to college and all that shit, right?”
“Right.” The firmness returned to his voice, warning me to tread carefully with how I spoke to him.
I calmed myself. “Then I’ll do it. I’ll get whatever they need. Those lawyer friends of yours seem smart as fuck, and they get the bad guys off the hook—at least, bad guys with some kind of code. I heard River arguing with Jayce about the Kings, and how they’re fighting human trafficking. I can be part of that.” I smirked. “And it doesn’t seem as boring as some of the other shit out there.”
He smiled. “If that’s what you want.”
“You know what else I want?” I trailed my gaze over his hard chest and down to where my ass sat on his cock. I wriggled, and his grip on my hips tightened.
“I can take a guess.” He thrust his hips up, and the firm ridge of his hard cock stroked my ass. I groaned, wanted him inside me. It’d been too long already, and I needed to feel the power of him driving his thick dick into my tight hole. He ran his bruised knuckles over my cheek, and I seized his hand to inspect it.
“What happened here, Master?” I caressed the scraped skin gently with my thumb, then leaned down to kiss each knuckle with the delicate devotion it deserved.
“I paid our friend Derek Uhlig a visit.” A smirk tilted his mouth, and I licked my lips. “He wanted you to fight next week, and I told him in a month. He said he’d be in touch.”
“Did you hurt him?” My voice was barely a whisper, and my cock was so hard I thought it would break free from the confines of my pants. I’d chosen no underwear this morning, hoping I would get the ride I’d been looking for the night before. Pain didn’t stop me from wanting him.
“No, I didn’t get near him, but only because I know how much you want to fight.” He turned his hand over, and I licked the lines in his palm, tracing them up to his wrist. “But I gave him a firm warning through one of his bodyguards.”
Excited pleasure wormed through me and twisted my insides, making it impossible for me to sit still on his hard cock. I squirmed and arched my hips forward, rubbing against him. The fiery pain in my back wasn’t going to stop me because the need for him outweighed anything else, even an injury.
“How bad was it?” I whispered, leaning in to suck a kiss on his neck. He tipped his head back, giving me access and free rein to do what I desired, and I lapped at the bruise already forming where I’d nibbled on him. My cock throbbed and I reached down between us to rub my palm over myself. “Was there blood?”
“Lots,” he growled out, and I moaned, touching my forehead to his.
“I wish I’d seen you, Master.”
“No one gets to hurt you like that, Ari.No one.” He seized my mouth with his and cupped my face with his large hands.
With him holding me like this I felt like a prized possession, owned and claimed by him, and while it should’ve annoyed me, I fucking craved it. I wanted him to ruin anyone who touched me the wrong way, kill them even.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t feel the pain in your back because the one in your ass will hurt more,” he growled into my ear, and I shuddered, need burning hot in the pit of my stomach. My balls already felt too full, and I figured if we drew this foreplay out much longer, I would shoot in my pants.
“Do it,” I snarled at him, grabbing a handful of his hair between my fingers and yanking hard. “You’re the only one who gets to hurt me, Master.”
He bared his teeth in a feral snarl and stood, nearly dropping me onto the floor in the process, and then he put me on my feet. My mouth fell open as he swiped the table clean in one big stroke of his arm. The food and plates crashed to the floor, and before I could react, he picked me up and laid me on the tabletop. The act wasn’t as aggressive as it could’ve been and he was too careful laying me down, but I wasn’t about to complain when he had his fingers at my pants, tugging them off my legs quickly.
My cock sprang free, and I groaned, wrapping my fist around the hard flesh and giving it a few appreciative strokes before he had the chance to slap me on the wrist. I laughed, and he glared, covering the length of my body with his so he could claim my mouth in another rough kiss. He bit my bottom lip and tugged it until the twinges of my back became nonexistent to my brain because my pain receptors were focused on my mouth instead.
“The things you do to me,” he whispered, then flicked his tongue against my chin.
I grinned and closed my eyes, tilting my head back. “Choke me, wrap your fingers around my throat. Make me feel, Master. I fucking want it.”
“Don’t tempt me.” His breath was hot against my cheek and he stilled, inhaling as though breathing me in, and it was one of the hottest things he’d done so far.
