Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Maybe I misjudged him when I asked him what kind of bottom he is. Maybe this is what he wants, and my approach was all wrong. Not great for me, but I can try to shift my expectations if it means he gives me the antidote to the poison.
I meet his eyes with a deep exhale. “I can be obedient too if that’s what you need.” I’m not very good at being obedient at all, but I don’t have a choice.
I’m certain he doesn’t mean the sour grimace passing through his face to show, but I’ve seen it nevertheless, and when he hides his nose in my bare shoulder, tasting me with his warm tongue, I get to smell the cloves and smoke in his hair. Okay, that’s gonna keep me going, even though everything about… this feels awkward.
Corvus might be built like a young, muscular stallion that’s both strong and agile, but if I had my way, he would have his handsome face buried in the blanket, and I’d be teasing us both by rubbing my shaft along his cra—
He lets go of our cocks, and I almost voice my protest when he shifts on top of me, moving into a crouch. Then, my cockhead rubs along the swell of his buttock, and he releases the sweetest whimper.
At least just the sight of him has me horny enough that I stay hard. “That’s what you’re into? Using me as your dildo?” I whisper, looking from his cock, to his face, and back down again. It’s not my thing, but I want him to get what he needs. It doesn’t resonate with what he suggested to me when he first came to my cell.
Fuck me like your life depends on it.
I can’t do much like this, and we both know it.
He swallows, blue eyes pinned to my face as his cheeks darken, and when he finally looks away, strands of hair fall onto his face like the physical demonstration of his frustration. “I’m… exploring,” he says eventually, grabbing my cock and rubbing it against smooth skin. For a moment, his eyes flutter shut, and he moves his hips in a circle, my cockhead dipping against his entrance.
I want to be inside him so badly my dick twitches in his hand. If things do end up unfortunate for me, at least I’ll go out with a bang. I groan in pleasure, licking his body with my gaze even though I’d much rather do it with my tongue.
One more try. I’m not afraid of a slap.
“Corvus. This isn’t what you want, is it? This isn’t what turned you on in my Grindr messages.”
He keeps his eyes low, and his lashes cast long shadows over his cheekbones. He might be as expressive as a marble bust, but his body isn’t lying. My words made him rub against my cock ever so slightly, and there’s the faintest tremble to his thighs.
I am right.
He doesn’t want a living blow-up doll.
Corvus Van der Horn wants to be plowed by a man.
“I don’t get those ‘reviews’ because I have a big dick. You’re not using me to my full potential,” I add, so he can feel more in control, that he’s still the one using me. “Let me give this to you.”
I see the struggle between what he wants and what he allows himself. He needs to give me a chance, and I’ll show him he can let go. Just thinking about breaking through that uncaring facade gets me going all over again, because the marble of his beautiful face is cracking, and I’ve caught the glimpse of the inferno Corvus has been hiding all his life. I might be a dumbass, but working as a bouncer has taught me to read people, to anticipate who they are and what they want.
When he looks up at last, only his gaze reveals the conflict inside. The depths of his eyes are on fire, and I know I’ve won even before hearing the soft clink of the keys.
“Fine,” he says, walls back up. “If your cock isn’t good enough to satisfy me on its own, I will give you this chance. After all, you are gambling for your survival.”
“I know. Poison. I hurt you, I die,” I add to reassure him. He’s posturing in front of me. He’s a strong guy, I can see that in his well-trained body. He’s hurt a lot of people, and knows how to use weapons, but… when he ends up under me, my dick deep inside him, my arms gripping him tightly, he will be vulnerable, and we both know it.
And yet he wants it.
My brain is back on track to understanding him.
I’ll make him lose it. I’ll take that control from him, and he’ll give it up willingly.
A click of the cuffs releases my hands, the keys fall to the floor, and he stares at me, soft lips slightly parted as he inhales. He appears shocked. Maybe he didn’t expect for this to eventually happen? Maybe he’s scared? Of me? Or of his own desire? Wouldn’t be the first repressed bottom I fucked.