Page 47 of The Devil's Embrace

“Relax, baby,” he ordered, the authoritative tone momentarily cutting through Calix’s survival instincts. Just long enough for him to take advantage.

Calix’s vision winked in and out, the scream getting lodged in his throat so all he could do was gasp and emit a sharp sound when that two-inch-thick cock was pushed past his defenses. He felt it stretching his hole to the point he feared he would tear, his walls squeezing around the intrusion as Aodhan pushed in inch after inch, until all eight of him was fully seated inside of Calix’s body.

His body that had clearly gone into shock. He held still, hands flat on the floor to keep himself from completely falling, even as his back and arm muscles twitched from the strain. There was pain even though Aodhan had gone still, allowing his body time to adjust, but the pain didn’t matter.

Calix’s heart pumped furiously in his chest, blood rushing through him at a rapid pace.

Some going straight to his aching dick.

He glanced down, catching sight of the tip where it was smushed against the leather of the armrest, and watched as a dribble of fluid leaked from his slit and plopped onto the carpet.

The slap against his ass almost had him losing his balance, but Aodhan’s hands came to his hips then, holding him still as he finally started to move.

The doctor didn’t ease him into things further; one second he was giving him time, and the next he was full on drilling into him, shaking the entire couch, laughing as Calix howled.

“There you go, baby. You take me so good. Just like that.” Aodhan pinched Cal’s left ass cheek, keeping him helpless, bent over the arm of the sofa. “You’re bleeding a little, Detective. Would you like me to stop?”

He vehemently shook his head, not trusting his voice and hoping Aodhan saw.

The doctor, ever perceptive, did, and started viciously pounding his ass.

The squelch of blood and precome filled the room, a sound that should have been humiliating. At the very least, it shouldn’t have been one that could make him moan.

And yet it did.

All of the guilt and inner turmoil he was constantly carrying had somewhere to go now, the pain turning sharp and pooling to the spot deep inside where he was being torn and battered. He could feel the ache, noted how it was going to sting in the morning whenever he moved, but that only aroused him more.

The idea of feeling the doctor’s marks on him, even long after they were finished and the other man was gone, had Calix’s hips flicking back to meet the next harsh thrust.

“There you go, baby,” Aodhan praised. “Cry for me.”

The angle of this position allowed for the doctor’s cock to drive in deep, spearing through Calix’s insides so he could feel him bumping against his lower abs. He struggled to breathe with the blood rushing to his head, his hands pushing against the thin carpet to keep upright, even as Aodhan’s fingers dug into his hips bruisingly.

But the initial sharp bursts of pain had started to dissipate the slicker his insides got.

It still wasn’t enough.

“Harder,” he demanded, barely recognizing the needy, desperate sound of his own voice.

“Any harder and this ass will be sore come morning, Detective.”

“I want that,” he confessed. “I want it to hurt.”

Pain chased away all the doubts and destructive thoughts. Pain grounded him.

“I'm not a good person,” the words tumbled off his lips as a sob tore from his throat. “Please. Make me forget. Give it to me harder. I can take it.”

Aodhan was quiet for a moment, though his hips never lost their momentum, fucking into him with the same frenzied pace as before. Because of this, the second he stopped, a strangled sound came out of Cal, one the doctor immediately shushed him for.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Aodhan reassured. “I just need to grab something from my pants. Hold on.” He reached down to where he’d discarded them earlier, hooking a finger through the belt so he could tug them close enough to grab something from his pocket.

From his vantage, Calix couldn’t make out what it was, and a trickle of delicious fear raced through him, causing him to shift. The movement had that hard cock pressing against his prostate and he hissed as sparks of electricity skittered throughout his entire body.

“So impatient,” Aodhan scolded, then seemed to hesitate.

“What?” Cal asked when the moment dragged on too long.

“I’m trying to talk myself out of this,” he admitted. “We should stop here, Detective. This is far enough for one night.”

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