Page 38 of The Sterling Acquisition
“Not yet. I want to see what happens when I get my fingers inside you for the first time.” The crude promise made Orion’s scent spike again, and Dante pressed closer. “I bet you’d take one finger no problem if I work you open slowly. Bet you’d whimper when I add a second.”
Orion’s response was immediate and vicious—head snapping forward in an attempt to break Dante’s nose. When that failed, he tried stomping, then went for another bite, movements becoming increasingly desperate as none found their mark.
Each failed attack sent satisfaction humming through Dante’s veins. He spent years dealing with Omegas in other territories whofolded at the first show of force. Orion was a revelation, like discovering he’d been playing chess with children when he could have been fighting a worthy opponent.
And the best part? Orion had no idea what he was capable of. No frame of reference for what pleasure could feel like when delivered by competent hands. Dante was going to be the one to show him—the one to watch him discover exactly what his body could do.
“That’s it,” he murmured, easily blocking each attempt while keeping Orion thoroughly trapped. “There’s the fire I wanted to see. Leo never knew what to do with all that fight, did he?”
“Go to hell,” Orion panted, still struggling against the hold.
“Already there. You’re what makes it interesting.” Dante’s free hand moved lower, thumb brushing over a nipple with just enough pressure to make Orion arch involuntarily against the wall. “I wonder how sensitive you are right now. Bet I could make you come just from playing with these while I tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you when I take your virginity.”
“You have no idea what you’re starting,” Orion warned, his voice ragged but edged with something almost like a promise.
“Enlighten me, then,” Dante challenged, his pulse quickening at the unexpected response. “Tell me what happens when someone finally breaks through that magnificent control of yours and you become desperate.”
“I’m not desperate for anything from you,” Orion spat, but his voice had gone breathless, his struggles becoming more about seeking friction than escape. Even now, his eyes calculated, searching for weaknesses, exits, possibilities—the mind of a tactician trapped in a body betraying him.
“No? Then why are you getting wetter every time I touch you?” Dante adjusted his stance, using his thigh to apply pressure whereOrion needed it most. The room’s stark lighting caught the sweat on Orion’s collarbone, highlighting every tremor. “I can feel it through your clothes. Bet if I slipped my hand down there right now, you’d be soaked, just waiting for me to claim what’s mine.”
A flicker of something dangerous crossed Orion’s face—not just resistance but a hint of power that made Dante’s certainty waver for a fraction of a second.
“Fuck you,” Orion gasped, but his hips were still moving, seeking friction despite his obvious humiliation at the admission.
“I will. I’m going to be your first, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” Dante’s hand moved to Orion’s throat, not squeezing but just resting there, a reminder of who was in control. “Right now, I want to see how far I can push you. I want to watch you cum from just this.”
Orion tried to bite him again, his teeth snapping at Dante’s jaw with vicious intent. When that failed, he attempted to spit in Dante’s face, his fury reaching new heights as he continued to rut against Dante’s thigh, breathing harder and faster.
Christ, he’s perfect.And he didn’t even know what he was fighting—didn’t understand that his body was trying to drag him toward something he’s never experienced. No learned behaviors, no expectations. Just pure need meeting stubborn will.
The contradiction was intoxicating.
“That’s not very nice,” Dante observed with dark amusement. “Maybe I should teach you some manners before I teach you what it feels like to be properly fucked.”
His hand moved from Orion’s throat to his hair, gripping tight enough to force his head back against the wall.
“I’ll make you regret this,” Orion promised, though the words came outlike a breathy moan.
“I’m counting on it,” Dante replied, excitement coursing through him at the promise of future retaliation. “But for now, just focus on using me to get yourself off.”
“I’m not—I won’t—” Orion’s denials were unconvincing, his body trembling with the effort of trying to hold back.
“Yes, you will. You’re going to cum for me right here against this wall, and then you’re going to think about it every time Leo tries to touch you.” Dante’s voice dropped to a whisper, his breath hot against Orion’s ear.
“No.” Orion gasped, but his movements became more erratic, more hurried, little grunts and moans escaping his parted lips.
“We’ll see.” Dante adjusted the angle of his thigh, pressing harder against Orion’s hurried movements. “Cum for me.”
“Stop talking,” Orion managed between gasps.
“No.” Dante’s grip on his hair tightened, forcing Orion to meet his gaze. “You’re going to keep rubbing what I imagine is a beautiful cock against me until you stop fighting yourself and let me see that gorgeous face you make when you cum, all from me pressing you against a wall and telling you what I’m going to do when I claim you. And afterwards, when you’re lying in this cage at night, you’re going to touch yourself thinking about my hands on you, wondering what it’s going to feel like when I take what’s mine.”
The crude honesty seemed to break Orion’s resistance. It took everything in Dante’s power to control himself as Orion’s legs began to shake, his entire body convulsing against the wall as he came with a broken sound that was half-curse, half-sob. He wanted nothing more than to shove Orion to the ground and fill those pretty, swollen lips with him one inch at a time.
Dante held him through it, keeping him pinned and supported until the aftershocks faded and Orion’s breathing began to return tonormal. When Orion’s eyes focused on him again, they carried pure, undiluted hatred.
“I hate you,” Orion whispered, his voice raw.
