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“Oh, I know you can,” Dante purred, his fingers curling inside Orion to press against that sensitive spot, drawing a sharp, involuntary moan that Orion tried to muffle against the cushion. “I’m gonna take you apart piece by piece tonight, baby. I’m not holding back. I’m gonna spank you raw, tie you down, fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Another hard slap landed, followed by a third, each one punctuated by Orion’s yelps that turned into a moan, his body shaking with the mix of pain and pleasure. Dante watched every reaction, every shiver, every flush of skin, drinking in the way Orion’s resolve cracked with each blow. When he added a third finger, stretching Orion wider,Orion’s head snapped back with a raw, broken sound, his uncertainty flickering through as he struggled to adjust, his breath coming in quick, panicked bursts.
“Too much?” Dante pressed, his tone mocking as he rubbed soothing circles over the reddened skin he’d just struck, his fingers still working inside. “Or not enough? Tell me, baby, tell me how much you want my cock.”
Orion’s glare was venomous over his shoulder, tears glistening in his eyes, but his voice trembled when he spoke. “I’m not—fuck, I’m not your goddamn baby.” Yet his hips pushed back, chasing the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming fullness, even as his words fought it.
Dante’s laugh was dark. He pulled his fingers free, relishing Orion’s sharp gasp at the sudden emptiness, before undoing his own pants with a quick, efficient motion. His cock was already hard, leaking at the tip, and he pressed it against Orion’s slick entrance, not pushing in yet, just teasing with the promise of it. “You’re mine tonight,” he growled. “And I’m gonna fuck that fight right out of you.”
Orion’s breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling under the weight of Dante’s words, the threat and promise of them. He tugged at the belt around his wrists, his uncertainty showing in the way his movements faltered for a moment, not sure whether to fight or submit. “Untie me, you sick fuck,” he gasped, but the words were undercut by the way his body pressed back against Dante, seeking the pressure, the heat.
“You love it.” Dante didn’t wait any longer. He pressed forward, the head of his cock breaching Orion slowly, the tight, wet heat making him groan low in his throat. Orion’s breath caught, a small, uncertain sound escaping as he adjusted to the intrusion, his body tensing then relaxing in quick, confused waves. Dante held still for a moment,letting Orion feel every inch, letting the stretch and burn settle, before pulling back and thrusting in again, deeper this time.
“Fuck,” Orion gasped, his voice breaking as his body shuddered under Dante’s weight. His bound hands flexed uselessly, his thighs trembling with the effort of holding himself together, of not giving in completely. “Fuck, Dante—”
“That’s it,” Dante growled, his pace picking up, each thrust harder, deeper, claiming. “Take it. Take every fucking inch. You’re so tight, so perfect around me, even when you’re fighting it. But you’re not fighting now, are you? Not really.”
Orion’s head dropped forward, every breath accompanied by a keening moan as Dante fucked into him, relentless and rough. “Too deep,” he gasped.
Dante’s hand tangled in Orion’s hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat. He nuzzled against his neck, breathing in that electric marshmallowy scent before sinking his teeth into his delicious flesh. “You love it,” Dante growled against his skin, his voice thick with lust. “You love being fucked like this. You’re coming apart for me, Orion, and I’m gonna keep fucking you until there’s nothing left to fight.”
Orion’s body shuddered, his breath hitching as Dante’s words and thrusts pushed him closer to the edge. His uncertainty flickered through again, a momentary hesitation as he gasped, “I—I don’t—” but the rest was lost in a raw moan as Dante angled his hips to hit that spot inside him, making his entire body lock up with pleasure.
“Cum for me,” Dante ordered, his voice a rough command as he slapped Orion’s thigh one last time, the sharp sting tipping him over the edge. Orion’s cry was broken, desperate, as he came, his body clenching tight around Dante, trembling with the force of it.
Dante followed soon after, his own release hitting hard, a guttural groan escaping as he spilled inside Orion His thrusts slowed, drawingout the aftershocks for both of them, until they were both panting, slick with sweat, the air heavy with the scent of sex.
For a long moment, neither moved, their breaths ragged in the silence. Dante finally pulled out slowly, relishing Orion’s sharp gasp at the loss, before undoing the belt around his wrists. Orion’s arms fell limp, red marks from the leather stark against his skin.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, skin slick with sweat and other fluids, breathing ragged as they came down from the high. Neither spoke, the silence filled with the sound of their gradually slowing heartbeats.
“That was...” Orion started, then stopped, searching for words that wouldn’t reveal too much.
“Yes,” Dante agreed, understanding what Orion couldn’t bring himself to say.
The bite mark on his neck tingled pleasantly, a reminder of whatever strange connection had formed between them. Dante could feel Orion’s emotions settling into something calmer, the usual storm of defiance and wariness temporarily quieted.
Chapter forty-three
The Delicate Art of Unsanctioned Surgery
Dante
Dawncamegrayandunwelcome, filtering through the safe house windows with the kind of pale light that made everything look vaguely menacing. Dante had been awake for the better part of an hour, thinking about the various ways their plan could go catastrophically wrong while Orion slept sprawled across his chest like a particularly lethal security blanket.
The implant removal was scheduled for first light, followed by the van fire that would hopefully convince corporate investigators they’d been killed or kidnapped by parties unknown. Simple in theory. In practice, it involved cutting subcutaneous monitoring devices out of his body usingmedical supplies designed for field emergencies rather than precision surgery.
“Stop that,” Orion mumbled against his shoulder, not bothering to open his eyes. “I can practically hear the risk assessment calculations.”
“I’m calculating the probability that we don’t accidentally kill me while trying to fake my death,” Dante replied. “The irony would be professionally embarrassing.”
“What’s the current estimate?”
“Somewhere between ‘concerning’ and ‘statistically inadvisable.’”
Orion lifted his head, studying Dante’s face. “Having second thoughts?”
“No. Just first, third, and fourth thoughts about the surgical aspect.” Dante sat up, displacing Orion with the minimum amount of contact necessary. “The implants are subcutaneous but connected to nerve clusters. Too shallow and they’ll still transmit. Too deep, and I bleed out in the middle of nowhere.”
