Page 94 of Skin Deep

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good, because I’m about to fuck you in the most disrespectful way.”

I shuddered at the sound of him spitting and groaned at the feel of saliva dripping down between my cheeks. He hooked one finger around the zip ties holding my hands in place and left his other hand around my throat as he started fucking me. Hard. I groaned and my eyes rolled back, every part of me except for my dick going limp in his hold.

“That’s right,” he whispered breathily into my ear, “surrender like a good slut. Take it like I know you can.”

The sounds coming out of me would’ve made me blush to acknowledge. I wanted to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep them from slipping out, but my hands were tied. I tried to bite my lips closed, but I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. With every thrust, he was dragging the head of his cock right over my prostate. There was a puddle of precum gathering between my legs, and my balls throbbed with pleasure. I was so close. So fucking close.

Pax suddenly grabbed me and flipped me over, making me wail. I’d been seconds away from coming. My cock ached, twitching in time with my pulse. Without him inside of me, my ass felt like it was gaping, almost painfully empty, but he didn’t leave me that way for long. He shifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed back inside of me.

Dammit, he was so perfect. The whole front of him was stained red with blood leaking from the shallow cut I’d made. Covered in sweat, his muscles bulging with effort… He looked like a warrior god, and I was his prize.

“Pax!” I cried out, unsure of what I wanted to say. All I knew was that I needed his name in my mouth.

The scalpel was suddenly in his hand, pointed at me. “You’re mine, do you hear me? My good little slut. My tight little hole. My soft little heart.”

“Yes!” I shouted, no longer caring who heard me. He could’ve called me the king of England and I’d have agreed it was true.

He stopped moving, and I was about to protest until he carefully sliced the blade over my chest in the same place I’d left my mark on him. Then he bent over me and closed his mouth over the wound, just as I’d done with him. The rush of pain and pleasure all at once was too much. My cock pulsed between us, spilling cum everywhere while he sucked blood from my chest. When he started to pull back, I threw my legs around his back, holding him close.

“You’re a part of me now,” he said, thrusting into my body. “You’re inside of me, War. Under my skin. In my blood. And I’m in yours. You’re never going to be alone again.”

I don’t know if the choked sob that came out of me was from the near painful overstimulation or the swell of emotion that accompanied his words. I buried my face against his chest while he fucked me, whispering reassurances, promises to take care of me… It all blurred together. Meaningless words too small to convey what he’d already shown me.

He loved me, and he was going to take care of me, and he was never, ever going to leave me alone in the world again.

A second orgasm punched into me, hard enough to steal my breath away. I whimpered helplessly into his chest as I came again, my body spasming tight around his. Paxton’s hips stuttered and he groaned in my ear, filling me with more of him until he was spent and practically falling on top of me.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes and my hands were going numb, but I didn’t want to move. All I wanted to do was lie there and listen to his heart beating against my head. My head felt like it was somewhere else, floating up in the sky among the stars where nothing else existed. I wanted to stay there forever.

Until reality slammed back into me and I realized I was covered in blood and cum, and that Paxton needed to be patched up. I squirmed and whined under him, hoping he’d get the message.

“All right, all right,” he grumbled and slid his softening cock free.

I blushed furiously at the trickle that followed.

“Uh-uh,” Pax said and shifted his grip on my legs.

I gasped as I felt a big finger push his cum back inside.

“That belongs in there,” he added with a grin.

“You’re filthy,” I growled. “And so am I.”

“Yeah, yeah. Wait until you see the sheets.”

He flipped me over so he could cut me loose and I winced when I saw all the blood everywhere. “Annie’s going to fucking kill us.”

“Don’ttouchthat.”LeoAstrada, Boone’s tech expert, slapped Xavier’s hand away from a button on the small control panel in front of them. Leo was average looking in every way that I could see except for his hair, which was unfairly thick and perfect no matter how much he fidgeted with it.

Xavier sighed, shoulders slumping as if being bored was the biggest inconvenience ever. “How much longer? They’ve been gone for like, forever.”

Leo sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose, tapping his pen on the dash. “The operation has only been active twenty minutes. We’re within mission parameters.”

“Can’t you at least check to see how it’s going?” Xavier leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of the screens over Leo’s shoulder.

I didn’t know why. Everything on those screens was a bunch of gibberish as far as I could tell.

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