He wrapped his arms around my lower back, hauling me upright. His mouth met mine again and his tongue shoved past my lips, staking his ownership. He thrust his hips, burying his dick deeper.
I groaned into his kiss. “I fucking hate you.”
“You don’t,” he whispered, brushing his nose over mine. “You’re angry, but you love me, Pet.”
I didn’t argue. Instead, I dug my heels into his arse. “Move.”
The corner of his lips ticked up in amusement, and I hated that he wasn’t taking my orders seriously. We both knew who was really in charge, and his confidence pissed me off. Sloan would always be more dominant than me. It came naturally to him.
He seized my hips again and used his grip as leverage, dragging his dick nearly all the way out of my hole before snapping his hips forward, thrusting his width into me. I gasped as he pegged my prostate as though he had a map of my body, but I supposed he knew me well by now. Eight years was a long time.
I bit down on my bottom lip, hoping to still some of the sounds that threatened to spill from me, but there was no use.
I trembled and gasped, and every thrust inside sent me back against the mirror, making it shake and rattle. All I could focus on was him and the way his dick worked into me, pounding against my prostate and sending waves of pleasure through me.
I seized his hand between my fingers, hauling him toward me so I could kiss him again. I focused on the cut already in his bottom lip, the tangy taste of his blood sitting heavy on my tongue again. It was addicting, which should’ve been weird, butwasn’t. Sloan’s blood belonged to me. Only I could make him bleed.
One particular thrust drove me back against the mirror hard enough to shake it right off the wall, clearly not secure, and the glass shattered around us, flinging over the counter and across the floor around Sloan’s feet. Any sane person would stop and move away from the disaster zone, but Sloan picked me up instead so I wouldn’t catch glass in my skin, and I held on to him tighter.
Ecstasy coiled around me, holding me in a vice grip, and my dick throbbed. Precum slid down my length, and my orgasm threatened, pulling my balls closer to my body.
“Fuck you,” I muttered against Sloan’s lips, nipping at them again.
He chuckled deeply, squeezing my hips. “Oh, Pet, we’ve been through this. I’m fucking you.”
I bared my teeth, and he licked them.
Thrust after thrust. His attack on my prostate was relentless and the building sensations were becoming too much for me to handle. I was on the brink of coming, every inch of my skin on fire.
“Come apart for me, Pet.” He nuzzled my chin when I tipped it back, baring my neck for him submissively. It was ingrained in me at this point in my life to yield to him. “Show me how much you need me.”
“No,” I bit out. I clasped the base of my dick and squeezed, hoping to hold off my impending orgasm. “Fuck you, Sloan.”
Not boss.Sloan. I had a point to make, even though it was useless. In the end, I’d forgive him and be back to his faithful pet, but I also needed a moment to let my emotions free. He had to understand how much he’d emotionally wounded me.
With one arm hooked around me, he used the other to sweep his hand across the sink, sending glass clattering to the floor. Iwinced, already imagining pieces imbedded in his skin, but he didn’t seem to care as he dropped me back on the counter now that it was clear.
He seized both of my hands, including the one holding my dick, and jerked them above my head, slamming them back against the bare wall. I struggled, but he was stronger. From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of his bloodied hand, a few shards of glass digging into the heel of his palm. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from saying anything, from worrying.
His eyebrows dipped. “You’ll come for me, Conall.” He fortified his words with a perfect stroke of his hips forward, his length hammering into my prostate.
I bit the inside of my cheek and curled my toes, but nothing short of strangling my dick would stop the wave of my orgasm from crashing down on me. An electric current sizzled through my veins, and my fingers tingled as pure bliss dug deeper into me. My dick jerked and my balls pulled tighter as jets of cum shot from my slit and covered my stomach as well as Sloan’s.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Pet.” He dipped to lick up a drop of sweat that trailed down my cheek, and I turned my head away, making it harder for him to reach.
A few more thrusts and he came, filling my hole with warmth that should’ve made me feel elated, not angrier. My emotions were a hot mess and no amount of reasoning helped right now. I needed to get away from him despite the orgasm that left my limbs like melted butter.
I shoved him backward, and he hissed, glancing down at the floor where I assumed he’d stepped on glass. Ignoring him, I carefully slid off the bathroom counter and swiped at my ass and lower back, brushing off any pieces of the mirror that had dug into my skin. I sent him a glare before I tiptoed out of the en suite, his cum still warm in my hole and threatening to leak out.
Footsteps followed me and he seized my elbow, spinning me around.
“What?” I snapped.
He gritted his teeth. “What do you need from me, Pet? What can I do?”
“Nothing,” I whispered, the fire fizzling out in me. Sloan and I rarely fought, and I could count the times I was truly angry with him like this on one hand. “You already did the damage. I just.... I need to be alone.”
He frowned. “You want me to leave?”
