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I deserve to see his anger, his hurt, his pain, his tears. He presses his open mouth against my neck, his hot breath incinerating my feverish skin. He licks my Adam’s apple, and my cock is ready to burst out of my pants.
“Moon, I’m—” He breathes like he’s in pain.
I keep my assault steady, pinching his throbbing dick hard. He moans and in a second he’s screaming my name that I muffle by pressing my lips to his, swallowing his desperate pleads to stop, to keep going. I keep thrusting him up and down while he tries to push me away.
“Moon, stop, please, I can’t,” he roars, the climax drawing closer. I pant into his ear, gaining speed with my hand.
He throws his head back, letting out an anguished cry. The orgasm crashes through his body. He gasps, coming apart as he clutches at my shoulders, trying to hold himself up. He spills all over my hand and the front of his dark sweats.
I press my forehead against his while a violent shudder works its way through my body as I rub against him and yell out his name. My own orgasm takes me by surprise as hot cum spurts against my boxers wetting the front of my pants.
“Moon,” he mewls, the shivers still raking through his body as he bites hard on my lip. Both sounds of our hard panting and desire fill the empty stairwell.
“Good boy,” I praise, grasping his hair and yanking his head back. I expose his throat and press my lips to his skin while he trembles under me. His lips are swollen and red from my assault. I shove his head back and pull out my hand and let go of his semi-hard cock.
He turns his face to the side, staring at me with heavy eyelids while we pant, catching our breaths.
I look at my hand that’s covered in his cum and his cheeks flush, even the tips of his ears turn red. I smile and keep looking at him as I flatten my tongue to clean the palm of my hand.
“You don’t…” he whispers, so shy and insecure, his chest still heaving.
“It belongs to me,” I tell him. He keeps watching me while I lick every last drop of him from my hand. It’s so sensual and dirty and fucked up.
“What do you want from me?” he rasps, tracing his thumb over his lower lip. His voice so soft and full of hurt and suppressed want. I pat his right cheek while he watches me with those big eyes.
I curse myself; now I’m going to do something which will degrade him even more. That will make him question everything he is and will be to me.
“Shut up and take it,” I say through my teeth. I grab the back of his neck, ignoring his whimpers, while those big eyes search my face for a trace of love. But I can’t, not now, not ever. I pry his mouth open with my thumb, telling him to stay still.
“Holy shit,” he says so needy as he opens his mouth, looking at me through half-lidded eyes as I pull his head back by his long hair and spit in his mouth. Claiming him. His eyes widen in surprise and fear. The moan that follows is not from disgust but wonder.
I place my hand on his throat to feel him swallow my spit, all the traces of himself like he’s going to do with my cum. I cock my head to the side, and he gulps, running his tongue over his swollen lips, never tearing his eyes from mine.
My cock stirs and starts to throb again. Fuck, this has never happened before. I push off the wrought iron to straighten my suit as I adjust myself.
His chest is heaving, and his knuckles are white as he holds onto the railing.
I grab his chin, running my thumb over his swollen lips. “That’s a good boy, you know how disgustingly ravaged you look right now.”
He flinches from my words. What the fuck did I say? I frown, watching as tears fill his eyes. He shoves me back and my spine hits the concrete wall hard.
“Fuck you, Moon,” he cries as thick tears run down his cheeks. He swipes an angry hand over his face and ties his hair that came undone back up. “Don’t ever do that again!” he yells, stomping up the stairs.
“Happy birthday, El. You belong to me now, so I can do whatever the hell I want with you. Don’t you fucking forget it!” I roar, while he opens the door of the rooftop as I follow. I slam my fist against the concrete, and I hear his intake of breath. I stare at my shaking hands and bleeding knuckles, waiting for him to say anything to make me detest myself a little less.
He stops and lets the door fall shut. “I know.” He pauses, straightening his shoulders. “That’s what I hate the most,” he says, the disgust evident in his deep boyish voice as he opens the door, making his way onto the rooftop. I wait until the door slams closed to push off the wall and head downstairs.
“Till next time, my little psycho,” I say under my breath as I walk through the door to find my men waiting for me. Yuki hands me my phone without looking me in the eyes. I push it in the back of my dress pants and nod. “Let’s fucking go.”
Ten years ago, Shanghai
One hour earlier
Dash and Tian
The day my best friend turned eighteen, I thought my dad and brothers were going to throw a party in Eliot’s honor. Instead, I got a marriage certificate handed to me to merge our two families. So, I’m basically marrying my cousin. No idea which one yet. At least it’s safe to say I’m definitely not going to be marrying the craziest of them all. Word on the street is Tian has been fucking everything left and right. He’s not going to go for a freaking virgin like me. I don’t like sloppy seconds. Going over every single possibility in my head, I wonder who they want to pawn me off too. Five brothers, all with their own expertise. War, the calculating glasses wearing math genius. Boss, the brains who looks like a model, always sweettalking his way into rooms in six languages. Seeky, the sweet and funny youngest in charge of the military operations. Mi Jin, the bridgebuilder taking care of the entertainment part of the business. And lastly Tian, the crazy one with the murderous look in his eyes, the killer, the enforcer, the one who’s always at the frontline with my brother, Moon. This is the only time I see them smiling and joking around. They bring out the best, or some might say the worst, in each other.
“What the fuck are you doing?” A deep voice I haven’t heard in a long time says directed at me.
