Page 50 of The Beast's Broken Angel
Noah let out a strangled, shuddering moan—his body jerking forward before I caught his throat with two fingers, pinning him in place.
“Don’t move,” I growled. “If you come, I’ll make you regret it.”
Viktor’s mouth moved with maddening skill—wet, slow, unrelenting. His fist pumped the base with just enough pressure to keep Noah balanced on the edge of disaster. I watched Noah’s legs tremble, his thighs tense.
“Fuck—please, I can’t—” Noah choked out.
Viktor pulled back slightly, lips shining. “He begs like child,” he said with a faint smirk. “You want I edge him again?”
“Yes,” I said. “Make him hurt for it.”
Viktor dragged his tongue along the underside of Noah’s cock, slow and teasing. His eyes flicked up to me.
“He wants to come,” Viktor murmured. “But he knows he cannot.”
“Good,” I said.
I leaned close to Noah’s ear.
“You haven’t earned release,” I whispered. “You haven’t earnedanything.”
I curled my hand around Noah’s cock and gave it a single, punishing stroke. He bucked forward, eyes wide, desperate. His whole body screamed for friction.
Then I let go.
“Viktor,” I said, “stop.”
Viktor pulled away instantly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Da. He is ready to explode. You leave him like this?”
“Yes,” I said flatly.
Noah groaned, sagging against the counter, cock twitching and leaking with need.
I grabbed his waistband and shoved his cock back into his jeans—rough, unkind. I zipped him up and buttoned it while he whimpered in disbelief.
“You don’t come unless I say so,” I said into his ear. “You don’t get relief. You getwhat I give you.”
Viktor’s voice rumbled low behind him. “He will feel this for days. Good. Teaches fast.”
I picked the handkerchief back up, pressed it against the wet stain in Noah’s jeans—soft, almost tender.
Then I dropped it again.
“Put your shirt back on,” I said. “If you touch your cock, I’ll break your fingers.”
Noah didn’t move. Couldn’t. Hisjeans were visibly damp at the tip, a dark patch blooming where his cock strained for friction, his balls drawn tight, the waistband unforgiving.
Viktor stood by the door again—impassive, silent, a warning in human form.
I reached for the handle, pausing only once.
“And button it only halfway,” I added, glancing over my shoulder. “I wanteveryoneto see who you belong to.”
Noah blinked, his lips parted. His body trembled, a beautiful wreck caught between fury, lust, and helpless submission.
I left him like that.
