Page 98 of The Sterling Acquisition
Orion stood there, gripping the footboard, water dripping from his hair, and refused to give Dante the satisfaction of confirming what they both knew was true. Instead, he just glared, his jaw clenched so tight it ached.
Yet beneath the anger, something else stirred—a quiet voice wondering what it might be like to stop fighting. To let someone—to let Dante—take care of him, just once. To experience pleasure without the bitter taste of defeat.
Dante rose to his feet. “That’s what I thought. All that defiance, all that rage, and you’ve never even touched yourself, have you? Too proud, too angry at your own body for wanting things.”
He took a step closer, and Orion automatically backed up until his shoulders hit the wall.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Dante continued, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that carried the raw edge of his rut. “I’m going to start by kissing you until you stop thinking so hard. Then I’m going to strip you out of those wet clothes and lay you down on that bed. I’m going to use my mouth on every inch of your skin—your throat, your chest, those pretty nipples that got so hard when I touched them.”
Orion’s breath hitched and he bit down hard on his lower lip to trap the sound that wanted to escape.
“I’m going to kiss my way down your body until I reach that sweet cock of yours,” Dante continued, his eyes dark with hunger. “And I’m going to take you in my mouth and suck you until you’re sobbing for more. Then I’m going to flip you over and use my tongue on that tight little hole until you’re slick and desperate and begging me to fuck you.”
Dante took another step closer, prompting Orion to take a shaky step back. “Then I’m going to open you up with my fingers, slowly, stretching you until you can take me. And when you’re ready—when you can’t think about anything except how much you need my cock inside you—I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name.”
Orion was trembling, his back pressed against the wall, torn between the vivid images Dante was painting and his lifelong defiance. His teeth dug into his lip hard enough to draw blood as he fought against his own desire.
“Stay away.” But the words lacked force, coming out breathless and weak. Orion’s body screamed for what Dante was offering, even as his pride still fought to maintain some semblance of control.
“It’s okay, Orion. Not everything needs to be a fight. You can give in. It’s okay to let me take care of you.” Dante’s eyes darkened as he stepped even closer, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the predatory gleam in his eyes.
The words “give in” sent a shock of rebellion through Orion. Before he could think, he swung his fist at Dante, aiming for his face. Dante caught Orion’s wrist with a firm grip, his reflexes sharp and precise. Orion tried to yank his arm back, but Dante held on tight, pulling him away from the wall and into the room.
“No!” Orion snarled, biting down hard on Dante’s knuckles. Dante’s grip tightened, and with a swift, powerful motion, he tripped Orion, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of him, leaving him gasping for breath.
Dante loomed over him, his breath coming in ragged bursts, a mixture of pain and desire clear in his eyes. “I’m more than happy to do things this way,” he growled, his voice husky with desire. “In fact, I prefer it.”
With that, he started kissing his way down Orion’s neck, his hot breath sending shivers down Orion’s spine. Orion struggled, trying to kick and punch, but Dante’s weight on top of him was immovable. Each kiss was a spark, igniting a fire within Orion’s body that he couldn’t seem to control.
“Get the fuck off me,” Orion hissed, even as his body betrayed him, arching into Dante’s touch. “I swear to God, I’ll—”
Dante’s mouth found Orion’s nipple through his wet shirt, and he sucked gently, drawing out a sharp gasp from deep within Orion’s chest. The sensation was overwhelming, and Orion’s protests turned into gasps and broken whimpers.
“Like that?” Dante murmured against his skin. “You love it when I touch you, don’t you?”
Orion’s teeth clenched tight, but the sound that escaped him was more moan than snarl. “You’re an asshole,” he managed, even as his body shuddered with pleasure.
“And you’re perfect,” Dante replied, his hands moving to Orion’s shirt, tearing it open to reveal his bare chest. His mouth found Orion’s nipple again, this time with no barriers, and he teased it with his teeth and tongue until Orion was writhing beneath him.
Part of Orion still fought, still thrashed and cursed and called Dante terrible names—but another part, a growing part, was surrendering to the exquisite sensations Dante was creating. It was terrifying and liberating at once, this feeling of letting go, of allowing someone else to take control.
“Fuck you! I’m going to—I’m going to—” The threats dissolved into incoherent sounds as Dante’s mouth trailed kisses down his torso.
Dante’s hands moved to Orion’s wet jeans, unbuttoning them with skilled ease. Orion tried to kick at him again, a last defiant gesture, but Dante pinned his legs down, preventing any further struggle.When the jeans and underwear were removed, Orion felt exposed and vulnerable, yet there was a thrill in it that he couldn’t deny.
“Look at me, Orion,” Dante commanded. Orion met his gaze, tears of frustration and need mixing in his eyes. “I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to take care of you, just like I promised.”
Dante’s mouth found Orion’s cock, and the sensation was so intense that Orion’s back arched off the floor. He tried to bite back a moan, but it escaped him, filling the room with the sound of his surrender. Dante’s tongue moved with expert precision, drawing out every gasp and whimper from deep within Orion’s chest.
As Dante’s mouth worked its magic, his fingers trailed down to Orion’s entrance, circling it gently before slowly pushing in. The sensation was too intense. He tried to speak, to protest, but all that came out were breathless moans.
“Shh, baby,” Dante murmured. “Let go. Feel how good this is. Feel how much you need this.”
Orion’s body trembled as Dante continued to work his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly and carefully. The pleasure was overwhelming, and Orion clung to Dante, his nails digging into his shoulders as he surrendered to the sensations.
“Please,” Orion gasped, the word escaping him before he could stop it. “Please, I need—”
Dante’s tongue flicked out at the precum gathering on Orion’s slit and whispered, “Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me what you want.”
