Page 24 of Henrikk’s Masquerade

Henrikk shrieked as his ass was forced to accommodate Asher’s girth again. “Get the fuck off me!”

Another soft laugh.

“You can deal it out, but you can’t take it, can you?” Asher retorted. “After all these years, you haven’t changed.”

Henrikk’s craned his neck around as much as he could to glare behind him at Asher, the edges of his vision straining with dark spots as he tried to hold Asher’s gaze. “I will have your head!”

“I’ve already given you head,” Asher quipped back, giving him a lazy, roguish smile.

Henrikk gave an enraged snarl, a sound that was abruptly cut off as Asher gripped his hips, moved out, paused as he stared at him intently, then pushed back in, stealing the air from Henrikk’s lungs and causing him to choke out a curse.

Asher groaned deeply as he sheathed himself, an impossibly low sound that made every cell in Henrikk’s body pulse and vibrate. “Henrikk, you feel…I can’t even describe it. But I want this. I need you like this. Tell me you want this too.”

The desperation in his tone made Henrikk’s anger cool somewhat.

Though he struggled to admit it, Asher was…special to him. In a way that no other person had been before, or ever would be.

And I’ve treated him abysmally. Done everything I can to turn him against me.

Henrikk faced ahead, unable to look at Asher as he stared into the night and asked, “Is this revenge for what I did to you?”

Asher leant forward briefly to whisper in his ear, penetrating him fully and making him wince. “This is what you deserve, Your Majesty. But no, it is not revenge.” Asher drew back, then snapped his hips forward, thrusting so hard and sharp that Henrikk’s mouth opened in a silent scream. “This is love.”

Love?

No…

“Tell me you want this, Henrikk, and I will plough you into oblivion,” Asher promised.

No answer.

“Or say nothing, and I will fuck you anyway,” Asher continued, delivering unhurried thrusts whilst Henrikk whimpered. “And I’ll fuck you hard—much harder than this. Because I’ve already seen your heart and mind, Henrikk. I know you better than anyone. You deny yourself joy, though I do not pretend to know why. But I cannot deny you. Especially not now.”

“I took plenty of joy fucking you and making you scream,” Henrikk spat, mustering as much contempt as he could.

“That is not the joy I am referring to,” Asher replied calmly, sliding his thick cock inside him repeatedly. “So, what will it be? Because I am prepared to fuck you, with or without your consent.”

Wild, dark desire bloomed in Henrikk’s loins, gripping every fibre, cell and tendon in his body and swelling his cock to epic proportions. Why did the threat of those words turn him on so much?

He couldn’t draw a breath to respond as his mind and body went into shock, shivery with anticipation. It made his aching balls tighten, his cock grew heavy and seeped with precum, and his entire body was helpless as the last of the fight slipped away from him.

Finally, he surrendered to Asher, though he did not say so. He clutched at the last shred of his pride, forcing his voice to sound cold and indifferent as he said, “Get it over with.”

Asher let out a long, shuddery exhale, as if he was struggling to stay in control. “I have craved you for so long, Henrikk. You have no idea. I’ve died a thousand times waiting for you to notice me.”

Henrikk didn’t know what to say to that—the truth of ‘but I did notice you’ was too much—so he stayed silent.

Asher continued intently, “This feels perfect for me. But how can I make this feel good for you?”

Henrikk laughed bitterly. “You can’t. This is torture.”

He didn’t notice Asher reaching around until the man had gripped his cock, just like he didn’t realise just how cold he was until Asher’s large, warm hand encompassed his aching member.

“How’s this?” Asher breathed in his ear, stroking his velvety length adoringly.

The hot strokes were perfect, the touch expert and decisive.

“Terrible,” Henrikk lied between gasps.