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Butch’s throat was constricting around me—so sinfully tight and wet—and then he brushed his finger up the seam of my balls, confirming I wouldn’t last long. Just before I reached the point of no return, he popped my cock out of his mouth with an obscene sound.
“Please come on my face, Xan,” he gazed up at me, his lips puffy and tears streaming down his cheeks. “Show me I belong to you.”
Holy fucking fuck.
How Butch always knew exactly what to say to set me off was a mystery, but the idea of painting his handsome face with my cum made me absolutely feral.
I roughly yanked him closer and began furiously pumping my cock, noticing how he kept his gaze locked on mine instead of watching what I was doing.
I see you, too, baby.
This deep connection between us made absolutely no sense considering we’d barely known each other for a week, but I didn’t give a fuck. I never wanted this to stop. I wanted a piece of me buried in Butch at all times. If it couldn’t be my fingers, tongue, cum, or cock, then I was going to permanently embed myself on his fucking soul.
Mine.
Butch slid to the floor and opened his mouth, as if this were some sacred act and he was about to receive the Holy Communion. Just the sight of him on his knees was enough to finish me. I came with a grunt, continuing to fuck my fist as thick ropes of cum decorated his face, gloriously marking him as mine.
All fucking mine.
“Thank you,” he whispered, smiling up at me with a dreamy expression on his face.
I let my gaze take in the beautiful man kneeling before me, blissed-out as if Ihadmade everything better simply by painting him with my cum.
What did I do to deserve this?
“Look at howgoodyou are,” I murmured, wiping my thumb through the mess before popping it into his mouth to suck clean. “And you’re all mine.”
It almost looked like his bottom lip trembled. “Can I always be yours, Xan? No matter what happens?”
I hesitated, only because somethingwas nudging at my awareness again, demanding I pay attention—towhat,I couldn’t be sure.
Despite the secrets between us, I knewButch was giving me every piece of himself that he could. Because he’d somehow decided I was worthy of his sweetness—his light—even though I still wasn’t sure I could ever be as good as him.
“Yes, baby,” I replied, helping him rise again, deeply inhaling the smell ofmycum on top of his scent—memorizing it. “You’ll always be mine. Now let’s go take a shower and see if we can’t wash our sins away.”
The least I can do is try.
CHAPTER19
BUTCH
Waking up in Xander’s bed with him wrapped around me from behind was heavenly. After showering together the night before, I’d turned off my phone and tossed it into the bedside drawer. Even after a good night’s sleep, and the near-spiritual experience Xander had given me on my knees, I had no interest in looking at it ever again.
Why bother when the one person I want to talk to is beside me?
Passing out in Solomon Biggs’ car had been a blessing in disguise. My boss was so freaked out by my rare show of weakness that he’d shipped me off to my parents with strict instructions to not return to the city unless there was an emergency.
Of course, there was an emergency.
Red Renegade seeking revenge was its own stroke of luck, as it gave me an excuse to escape the Holt estate—and my parents’ schemes. I hadn’t planned on ending Red so brutally, but I was so untethered by Xander’s absence, it felt like the only way to make the pain stop.
Seeing Xander at the scene of the crime immediately settled me. He’d seemed oddly comfortable watching me kill, and it was such a reliefto feelseen,I’d almost pulled my mask off to show him who I was. For a moment, I also could have sworn the violence turned him on.
But he was actually afraid.
Big City citizens weren’t supposed tofearme. I was their savior—their hero. Sure, a powerless normie might feel overwhelmed in my presence, but I’d done nothing to inspire the sheer terror I’d witnessed on Xander’s face as he backed away from me.
I mean, unless you’re a villain.
