Page 18 of Devil May Lie

“Grab the paper towels,” he pointed toward the work table where a roll was located. “I’m not letting you make a mess of my lab.”

“But ruining my couch didn’t matter?” Madden did as he was told despite the attitude. “I had to toss it and have it replaced, by the way. I should be charging you extra for that alone.”

“Send me the bill.”

“Stop,” Madden grabbed onto his wrist when Berga went to pull off the rest of his clothing. “Leave that on. I’ve never fucked someone wearing a lab coat before.”

“So?”

“It’s sexy,” he said, turning Berga and giving him a light push so that he fell back onto the window seat. “Your dick is too. But it’s better looking when it’s hard for me. Should we begin?”

“You haven’t undressed.”

“I’m not going to.” He unsnapped his pants and pulled his cock free, but stopped there.

“That’s—”

Madden dropped the towels next to him and then leaned in, one arm going up to the window as his presence forced Berga back against it. His other wasted no time, diving between his thighs. He brushed against his balls on his way, letting out a satisfied sound in the back of his throat when he found Berga’s tight entrance.

“Wait.” Berga tried to stop him, but the Royal drove his finger in, tutting at him when he hissed at the painful intrusion.

“You told me if I wanted to make it quick, I should hurt you, remember?” He pumped that single digit a few times before pulling out to the tip. Lining up a second, he gave Berga a moment to breathe before spearing back into him.

Berga grabbed onto Madden’s arms and clung, eyes slipping shut as the first sweeping of arousal rushed through him. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Then,” Berga set his gaze on Madden’s, his reflection practically gleaming back at him from within those shiny dark orbs, “do it properly.”

Madden stilled for a split second before he attacked. His hand pulled free only so he could tear at Berga’s dress shirt, sending buttons flying around them. The material was shoved to the side, and then his mouth found one of Berga’s nipples, tongue lolling around it once before he bit down and sucked hard enough to have Berga arching toward him and crying out.

He tweaked his other nipple, hard enough it turned the bud a blushing shade of red, and then he dropped down to his knees, trailing his mouth all the while, until he reached the spot just above Berga’s right hipbone.

His teeth broke skin this time, but he pinned Berga in place with a palm on his thigh and one on his stomach, growling when he tried to shove him away.

“You wanted pain, Butcher,” he reminded darkly. “You don’t get to decide how it’s delivered.”

“No blood,” his breathing was already labored, his dick hard as a rock between them, but he covered his face with an arm and turned his head to avoid accidentally seeing something he shouldn’t. “You promised.”

“I promised not to tear your hole,” he corrected, “and I won’t. Don’t worry, this is nothing. I’ve licked it all away, you won’t see a single speck on you. Isn’t getting a little dirty worth it for the pleasure of pain?”

“No.”

“No?” He clicked his tongue. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you’re—” Whatever he’d been about to say died on his lips when Madden pushed his thighs further apart and then delivered a similar bite to his inner thigh.

“There you go. Keep moaning for me, just like that.”

Had he been moaning?

Madden captured his wrists and pinned them over his head against the cool glass, rising up so that his face hovered in front of Berga’s once more. He swirled a thumb over Berga’s swollen crown, grinning when that had him jerking in his hold.

“Guess pain really does help,” he said. “You’re so wet for me, Butcher.”

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