Page 51 of Crown of Thorns
“You seek the approval of your family.” With his hand still on my thigh, I let my fingers trace the smooth lines of his face. It’s wrong, but I just need to touch him. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
“Was it jealousy that had you freak out against your brother?” Louis blinks at me, eyes darkened with raw emotion. It’s all the confirmation I need. “Because your brother is the brains of your family. Your clever, superior brother.” I lick my lips, mind in sixth gear. “I had two dark-haired, golden-eyed, arrogant little devils in my class. But you thought I wouldn’t tell you apart. That I’d look at Arthur?—”
“Shut your mouth,” he snaps.
“That’s it, right?” I huff out a laugh, surprised that I got it right purely on instinct. "Did you really think that I wouldn't know the difference between the two of you?”
Louis sucks in a breath, eyes burning when I pop the buttons of my slacks. My insides flare with self-hatred, but the desire I recognize in his eyes is overwhelming. It’s a desire we both share. It’s bigger than anything else, self-consuming as it takes over common sense. I recognize it there, in the blackness of my heart. His behaviour. This need to be possessed. To belong.
“That’s why you need to mark me, isn’t it?” My voice is low, more taunt than threat. “Tell me, Louis. Tell me how badly you want to be mine.”
The knife flicks in my hand before I even realize it. Years of habit. Instinct. I slide the flat of the cool metal across his flushed cheek, watching him twitch beneath it. My smirk curls like smoke. “Your jealousy drives me mad, little devil.”
The blade drags over his lips, pausing when they part. “Hmm. That’s it. Open up for me. That’s the language you understand best, isn’t it?”
Without pulling the knife away, I slide my free hand down and unfasten my belt, slowly, deliberately, until I’m hard in my hand, flushed and pulsing.I don’t even speak like this,I think.But he brings it out of me. Turns me into someone unrecognizable.
“Fuck…” Louis hums, attempting to lick his lips.
“Did you think I’d want someone else when I’ve got my hands full with you?” He nods, and I can see that’s exactly what he thought.
Sliding the knife over his chin down his throat, my hot gaze focused on his mouth. “Lick it.” The tip of my cock nudges at those pillowy lips. My mind stutters.What the hell am I doing?But Louis looks up at me like I’m the only thing that exists.
“Is that what you need?”
He shakes his head, eyes pupil-blown when he flicks his tongue over my cock. The intensity of my desire nearly makes me falter, but seeing Louis like this, needing me to order him around and punishing him for his insecurities, keeps me in my role.
“No?” I pull back, goosebumps rising at the soft whine that spills past his trembling lips. He nods then. Cupping his cheek in my palm, I smirk satisfied and push my cock back into his mouth. “There's a good boy.” His eyes flutter and he moans around my dick. “So good. Let me show you.” Placing a hand at the back of his head I thrust my dick entirely inside his mouth and to the back of his throat. His surprised choke makes me laugh in a low rumble. Slow, powerful thrusts make the corners of his mouth drool with spit. “You see, there’s a good mouth.Mymouth, isn’t it, little devil?” Louis nods through tears that cling to his long lashes. “Perfection. But as much as I love your mouth, this was always going to happen, here, on my desk.” Pulling out, I yank Louis out of my chair and manhandle him against the table. Bending him over, I roll his pants down to his knees. He pants, leaning forward on his elbows, mewling desperately when I rub his hole with slick fingers.
“Oh…fuck…”
“Feels good?”
“So, so good.”
“Tell me what you felt this morning.” I slide two fingers inside him, breaching his clenching muscles.
“You already…know,” he struggles to say.
“No, I don’t. I need your words, little devil, not mine, guessing if I’m right.”
“D-don’t want to share you.” His skin flushes at the confession.
“Share me, huh? And how were you going to share me? With your brother?”
‘Fuck, no.”
“Then what?”
“Arthur…he always gets everything he wants.” Crooking my fingers, he jolts when I brush over his prostate, his entire body trembling as he moans.
“So you’re scared of your brother?”
“I’m not scared, motherfucker.” Slap. He yelps.
“Watch your tongue.” My cock jolts.
“P-please,” he begs.
