Page 48 of Surrender

Since he doesn’t react to being called a good boy, I think he’d agree to anything I said right now. That’s dangerous knowledge, because right now I want to do everything to him.

I fuck into him as hard as I can, each thrust pushing the armchair a few centimeters forward. Between the rage and the euphoria, I don’t know how long I can hold back.

“Please, please, Daddy…” Fox moans and meets my thrusts, squeezing his ass and driving me wild.

I grab his hair and pull his head back, forcing him up enough so I can bite the exposed part of his neck. It only makes him moan louder, and I slap his other ass cheek even harder. “Keep quiet,” I hiss. “We’re at a party, remember?”

Fox nods quickly and bites his lip, as if needing to physically suppress his noises.

“Don’t bite your lip too hard, or you’ll be licking up blood, too,” I taunt him, though I know he probably wouldn’t mind that at all. “Such a messy boy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy,” Fox repeats. I don’t think there’s much conscious thought running through his head right now, and that has my own cock pulsing harder, knowing that I’m the one that brought him to this state.

I shove into him with more and more force, gasping as sweat trickles down my forehead. I’m going to be a mess after this, but I can’t fucking help myself. I’ve lost control, and I can’t even care.

Not until I’m on the verge of coming, and my climax hits me with so much force that I’m the one making the desperate, wild noises now.

We didn’t use condoms, again. Fuck. But I don’t care. I keep going as long as I can, before finally reaching down to squeeze Fox’s cock.

That’s all it takes. He shudders and spills all over my hand. I hold him while he comes off the orgasm, his cock slowly softening in my hand. My own cock slips out of him, and I pull back enough to watch the cum trickle down his thighs.

Mine.

Fox breathes heavily. After a few moments, he says, “I can’t move. You broke me.”

I can’t help but laugh because I feel that way too. Deliciously, perfectly broken, in so many pieces I’m not sure I’ll ever be whole again without him.

Fuck, I don’t want to be without him.

“Stay with me,” I say. “I’m not letting you go back. Fuck Corbin, fuck his rules, and fuck his attempts to kill me. I’m not letting you go.”

It isn’t just a matter of life and death, not anymore. I really can’t stand the thought of Fox returning to someone who used to hurt him, who used him.

Fox tries to stand, only to stumble into my arms. He rests his head against my shoulder. “I want to stay. I do.”

I growl, low in my throat. I can hear it in his voice, the fact that he hasn’t yet decided on what he wants to do. This should be easy. He should be every bit as obsessed with me as I am with him… but I understand. Work comes first; in our line of business, it’s not about how we feel, but about what we have to do to save ourselves. “Clean up your mess, then.”

Fox laughs and nods. “Sure. But I think I’ll use tissues.”

“I don’t think so,” I tell him, arching a brow as I slowly pull away from him. “I told you this was punishment, after all.”

Fox groans, but his face turns beautifully red, too.

Fuck. I’m not going to let him go—not now, not ever.

I’m going to keep him, whatever it takes.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CRISTIANO

I stop short when I exit the lounge and stare at the man leaning against the opposite wall. Giulio fucking Pavone. He’s eating appetizers from a small plate, and he casually meets my eyes.

“Yo, Cristiano. How’s it going?” he asks. He peers past me. “And who’s your friend? I would definitely remember his name if I’d met him before.”

My heart drops into my stomach.

Cresci isn’t particularly homophobic, but I know better than to flaunt even my bisexuality in front of him. I mostly fuck women partially because of him, and partially…

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