Page 76 of Skin Deep

I wanted to care that he was filthy. There was still blood speckled on his cheek, and it was all over his shirt, but I couldn’t be bothered. What he was doing felt too good.

“You’re mine,” I said, fingers curling in his hair. “That’s what you wanted to remind me.”

He hummed around my cock, the vibration going straight to my balls and making me groan.

He was right about that too. I was a jealous bastard, but I had every right to be. I didn’t want to share him with the ghost of Maya, but that would never change, would it? She was part of the package. But then, I had asked him to accept my past, and he’d done it without hesitation or question. Every time I needed him, he was there, even when I didn’t want him to be. I had to find a way to live with who he’d been so that I could have who he was.

Just as the familiar pressure began to build, Paxton pulled back. I whimpered and tried to push him back down, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to my sides.

“There’s never going to be anyone else for me again, War,” he said, coaxing a moan from my lips when he closed his mouth over one of my balls and sucked. “It’s you. Only you.”

“Paxton…” I whined as he moved to the other side.

“But there’s a price to have me.”

I shuddered as he slowly licked up the underside of my shaft and swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. “What price?”

Pax rose to his feet and quickly undressed, tossing his soiled clothes behind him. I sucked in a sharp breath as his big hand closed around my throat. His other hand closed around both our cocks, and my eyes fluttered as he started stroking us together. “You have to give yourself to me too, War. All of you.”

“I have,” I panted, trying to thrust against him. “I told you before that I’m yours.”

He kissed along my jaw tenderly. “This is going to be messy,” he promised. “You can shower after this time, but next time…” Pax gripped my chin tightly and made me meet his eyes. “Next time you pick a fight with me, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. I’m going to fill your ass with my cum, and you’re going to leave it there until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson. Do you understand me?”

I whimpered and nodded, torn between being utterly horrified at the idea and so turned on that it hurt. I’d never let anyone do that to me. Hell, half the time I couldn’t even stand the feel of my own release on my skin. The thought of having his inside of me, without the barrier of a condom, was both unspeakably filthy and unbelievably hot.

I tried to imagine what it would feel like while he bit my lip and stroked our cocks together.

Pax suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Look,” he commanded. “I want you to watch while I make a mess of you.”

I didn’t want to look. It would be more bearable if I didn’t, but I looked down anyway, watching his hand slide over us. “I’m close,” I whined.

“Good,” he said, his hand moving faster. “Come on me.”

I was trying not to do that, but he was making holding back impossible. “Please, Pax. I…I…” I clamped my teeth down on my lip, whimpering as my orgasm overtook me. I shuddered and clung to him, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck as hot cum shot out of me, coating his fist. It went everywhere; all over him, all over me… I shuddered. God, what a fucking awful mess.

I tried not to think about it as Pax kissed me, focusing on how his tongue slid into my mouth, pinning mine in place. I flinched when I felt him start to come, fighting the urge to pull away completely. Even if I had tried, there was nowhere to go. His hold on me was absolute.

I buried my face against his shoulder with another loud whimper as he panted, his fist slowing. “I hate you, Pax. I fucking hate you so much right now.”

I didn’t. Not really. If anything, I loved him more than I should for pushing me to endure it, even if I didn’t want to. It was a punishment, and one I deserved for being such a jealous bastard. Pax was right. It wouldn’t be a good punishment if Ilikedit.

His hand stilled and he stayed where he was, holding onto me and trying to catch his breath. “No, you don’t,” Pax said and kissed my jaw. “You love the way I make you feel, the way I claim you. This is our game, isn’t it? I push, you pull. You run, I chase. You fall, I jump in after you. That’s how it is with us. We’re magnetic, you and me. Even if I tried, I couldn’t stay away from you.”

I shook my head, suddenly even more exhausted. “I don’t want you to try. I want you with me, pushing me, chasing me… saving me.” I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked up at him. There was something new in his eyes, something barely perceptible, but real and heavy. A weight that hadn’t been there before.

“We’re in this together now,” he said and leaned forward to twist the shower knob. “Whether we’re in the mafia or not, we’re gonna have to help your father take power, or else they’ll be coming for us.”

The pipes knocked and the water whistled. I stiffened and gasped as icy water briefly struck my back like needles. By the time the water warmed, the heaviness in his eyes was gone, buried somewhere deep.

“We’ll get Sergei too,” I promised him. “For Maya.”

“For all the people whose lives he fucked up,” Paxton said, his voice hardened steel. “And then it’s you and me, War. We’re family now, and I protect my family.”

Wewentbacktomy house, where we’d left the girls with Tatty overnight.

She was awake and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek when we returned. “Everything go all right?”

I wasn’t quite sure how to answer her. After everything I had learned about Sergei, I wanted to confront Nikita, and I had questions for her, but it was four in the morning. Maybe that wasn’t the best time.

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