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His eyes glaze over, wide with fear. He knows it’s the truth; he’s probably doing the math in his head that at fifteen years old he became my property. He was already mine when he got initiated at sixteen. I was abiding my time. I’ve been holding off for years but he’s finally legal tonight.

His eyes turn to little slits, and he clenches his fists, grabbing hold of my upper arms. I know he wants to push me back—I chuckle—or push me down the stairs. He knows more martial arts than I do, but he knows he can’t do anything to me. The years he spent training with my men before he entered the compound hardened him. Still, he knows I’m off limits; maybe I can ask him to let him choke me while I fuck him up against the wall.

“Say it,” I order, my voice low and deadly as he looks up at me.

“I…” He exhales hard through his nose, swallowing hard. Like he’s going to do with my cum. “I…” he begins again. “I belong…” He’s drawing out each word like he’s in physical pain, “belong to you.” His voice hard, matching the cold detached look in his eyes. He doesn’t mean the words leaving his lips, but one day when I ask him to say them again, he will.

“You fucking bet your pretty face you do,” I rasp, pressing my forehead against his, watching as he parts those lips and flashes me a smirk which doesn’t reach his eyes. He loathes me. He hates his father for selling him to the devil himself when he asked for the dark side of the moon at sixteen. To know from the moment he asked for me, his life didn’t belong to him anymore.

I tug on the waistband of his pants and run my hand under his shirt and over his chest, up to his throat, closing my hand around his neck. My eyes travel into the back of my head as he swallows, that look alone can make me come. I focus on his flushed face as his panting becomes louder. He’s so angry, it radiates from his body. I want to bathe in his rage; it makes me hard as hell. I want to hit him, choke him, get him right to the edge of sanity and death before I start his heart again.

“I don’t have a choice, do I? I never had a choice?” he whispers, his voice cracking at the end while he looks up at me with those eyes.

“No, you don’t,” I husk out, meaning every word. I cock my head, running my eyes over his face. Softly trailing my thumb over his bottom lip, I force it open a little. He closes his eyes, his fists pounding against my shoulders.

“Look at me.”

His eyes fly open and they lock on mine, his mouth making an O. I tap his cheek, and he growls out a couple swear words. I feel the sound reverberating to my dick. Squeezing his throat tight, his eyes turn heavy, and the front of his pants tents a little.

He likes to feel pain. I’ve never met anyone who could take what I wanted. I lean forward and he stiffens. “Relax, it will only hurt a little,” I tell him, as his head falls back while I lay kisses on his jaw, his cheek, and the corner of his upturned mouth. He grabs the back of my neck to drag me into his body. He hisses when my dick makes contact with his stomach, looking down between us with a scared look on his face; I bathe in his fear.

“I got you,” I promise, raising his chin, catching his combative stare. He’s not going to give in easy. I have to break him, one piece at a time.

His eyes are so big and full of questions. About us, about himself. I bet he doesn’t understand why he gets hard when I threaten him with my words, or my fists.

He wets his lips and turns his chin up in a defiant way, testing me how far he can take it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, shooting him down with one look. He growls in response, casting his eyes to the floor. Good to know he has a submissive side as well.

I push my thumb against his swollen and red bottom lip, forcing it into his mouth. “Suck,” I order, watching him as I press my elbow against the concrete behind him so our chests are touching. There are too many clothes between us but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

He turns his head to the side and lets out a deep sigh.

“Suck,” I order again, raising my voice and rubbing my thumb on the inside of his mouth. His breath rushes out as he licks my thumb, teasing his tongue over the pad, never breaking eye contact. I push my thumb inside and feel the soft flesh, his saliva dripping down my hand. Is this what his dick is going to feel like? Hot, wet, velvety, and beautiful like he is?

I let my head fall against his shoulder, not caring I’m pushing my hips up against his core while caging his leg over my ass again. My fingers dig into his flesh through his pants; I can’t wait to feel his bare skin. To trace every line until I’ve drawn a map of every part of his body.

“Moon,” he moans around my thumb. I’m dry humping him in the stairwell for everyone to see, but I don’t care. They need to know he’s off limits. Every one of my men should know. I feel the muscles in my butt flex with every hard thrust. I place my hand on his ass and slowly run my fingers over his ass crack with only the fabric separating me from the place I want to make mine. I whimper when he pinches his ass cheeks together as if he wants to keep me captive there. I wiggle my middle finger against his slacks through the fabric, to tease his little asshole, while he looks up at me like he’s in pain. I let him go and push my fingers in his hair and let out a startled deep growl when he bites my neck, bathing in the pain his teeth leave. He licks the soft spot and I pull his head back while he smiles, his eyelids heavy. I stare at his crotch and see the wet spot there. “Are you wet already?” I catch his eyes while he starts to blush.

“I’ve waited long enough,” I groan, not caring there are still a couple minutes left.

He grabs the back of my neck, his fingers trailing a path over my undercut while he takes every shove of my hips against his core, as his mouth parts and his tongue presses against his teeth.

“You want me,” he says, his voice ragged while he licks the shell of my ear as sweat drips down my temple.

“You have no choice,” I tell him, pistoling my hips forward. I can feel his hard dick rubbing against mine. He’s bigger than I thought.

“I know,” he whispers like it’s finally dawning on him. His cheeks are rosy as he pinches a stray lock of my hair between his fingers. He lets out a strangled moan, clutching at my arms to keep himself upright.

“So beautiful.” I sigh, capturing his mouth. He makes a low protest sound the second I push my tongue inside and twirl it around. He turns his head away, like he doesn’t want me to kiss him.

I keep dry humping him while his head slams back, but before he makes contact with the wall, I place my hand against the back of his head, cushioning the impact. “So beautiful, the sounds you make when you let go.”

“Argh.” He makes a choking noise, his legs buckling, rocking into me with every slap of my hips.

“You have no idea about all the things I’m going to do to you,” I say against his ear, biting his earlobe.

He freezes, trying to push me away, but I won’t let him.