Page 122 of Shadows in Bloom

He’d lost track of time, but on what he’d thought was probably the third day together, Nikita had made the mistake of asking when Ledger would let him go.

He hadn’t been able to walk on his own for at least twenty-four hours after that. Ledger had even carried him to and from the bathroom.

It was looking like the Devil was aiming for another situation like that now with how hard he was hammering into Nikita, bursts of pleasure/pain causing Niki to claw at the wall and let out streams of blubbering nonsense as he begged for a reprieve from that domineering cock.

“Ledge,” he covered one of Ledger’s hands with his own and squeezed, “please. Please.”

“Please what, Niki?”

“I can’t.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”

“But you already are,” Ledger stated. “And you’re doing such a good job of it.”

“Ledger.” He panted as the Devil stepped forward, pinning him flush against the wall, his dick suddenly trapped between his stomach and the heated tiles. His balls tightened and his overly sensitive slit leaked. “Are you planning on fucking me to death? Is that it? Is that how you plan to kill me?”

Ledger froze, but before Nikita could so much as take a single breath in mild relief, he was forced away from the wall and dragged out of the shower stall.

“What—” He yelped when he was bent over the marble sink, the nape of his neck captured in a strong hold that forced him to remain still.

“Look at yourself,” Ledger ordered, and the second Nikita’s eyes centered on his reflection in the mirror in front of them, he notched his cock and drove back in.

Nikita screamed, watching as his blown pupils seemed to dilate even more. His skin was flushed, and water droplets ran down his skin. The edge of the sink dug into his waist with each sharp inward thrust; more marks to add to the love bites that decorated his body.

He looked like he’d been thoroughly used. Fucked so far past oblivion, it would be impossible for anyone who so much as glanced at him not to realize exactly what had transpired between them. Exhausted, and weepy, and…

Happy.

He looked happy. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks, and when he lifted his eyes to Ledger’s reflection, the Devil was already staring back at him.

The mixture of desire and possessiveness swirling in Ledger’s gaze was frightening.

So why did something inside of Nikita purr with delight?

With the notion that it was him all of that craving was aimed toward?

“Do you want me, Niki?” Ledger’s voice dropped into a husky drawl.

He nodded his head.

“Want me to stop?”

Five seconds ago he had, but now…

He hesitated.

Ledger chuckled darkly. “Let’s get on the same page, shall we? You’re moving in with me.”

“What?”

“I’m not finished. You’re going to live here from now on, away from that shitty family of yours. In return for free room and board, you’re going to continue paying me back the same way you’ve been doing it this past week.”

Had it been a week?!

“I’ll literally die,” Nikita said before he could stop himself.

“You’ll be fine,” he insisted. “It won’t always be like this. I just needed to get you where I wanted you.”

Nikita frowned, not understanding. Though, in his defense, it was hard to focus with Ledger’s cock still spearing in and out of him. How the other man managed to speak without stuttering was beyond him.

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