Page 19 of Devil May Lie

“Let go of me.” He tugged on his wrists, but the Royal didn’t budge.

“Not a chance.” Instead, he lifted one of Berga’s legs beneath the knee and pulled him so his ass partially hung over the edge of the seat. Then, without any further warning, Madden effortlessly shifted his hips, lining himself up, and gave one powerful thrust.

Berga’s mind went blank as he was stretched around that fully aroused cock, his insides burning even as his dick leaked between them. His back hit the pane of glass with every agonizing stab of that solid member, the sound of it clattering mixing with his groans and the sharp intakes of Madden’s breaths.

The Royal pulled his leg higher into the air, practically folding him in half in the process, and rammed in more forcefully, their bodies coming together roughly.

“Ever been dominated before, Butcher?” Madden asked, shaking his head and continuing before giving him a chance to actually reply. “I bet not. I bet I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this. Had you like this. Am I right?”

Berga ground his teeth as the stinging sensation started to dissipate so that he was left with only the pleasure zinging through his bloodstream. “Hurry up.”

“I bet you can feel me all the way to your stomach, can’t you?” he ignored him and said. “Good Light, that’s so hot. Seeing you like this, all messed up and coming apart at the seams for me…You’re so sexy. You might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The only way you could be more seductive is if you were covered in my come. We’ll get there though, don’t worry.”

“Don’t you dare.” Berga struggled again, managing to slip one hand free. But he only managed to slap it against Madden’s chest before it was recaptured and he was being pulled from the seat. He let out a snarl when he was tossed onto his stomach on the ground, practically nailed to the floor by Madden’s cock when he immediately rammed it back into him and covered his entire body with his own.

“This isn’t what we agreed on,” he complained, gasping when Madden’s teeth sunk into the spot between his neck and shoulder. His dick gushed from where it was trapped between his stomach and the cold white marble.

Madden smoothed a hand down his side, gripping his hip possessively as he rutted into him fast enough Berga’s body would have slid across the floor if he hadn’t been fastened so strongly in place. He dug his fingers into his flesh to the point there was definitely going to be some bruising afterward and brushed the hair at the back of Berga’s nape out of the way with his other hand so he could bite him there as well.

Those renewed flashes of pain had him writhing beneath Madden, the combined sensations overpowering all logic and reason until he was reduced to a mass of greedy desire. It was on the tip of his tongue to beg for more, but he caught himself.

The Royal rose up, pulling him back onto his cock. He fucked in and out with wild bursts of his hips, palm coming down to smack against Berga’s left cheek. The sound echoed in the room, and he must have liked it because he repeated the motion. Again.

And again.

And again.

Tears prickled at the corners of Berga’s eyes and he clawed at the ground uselessly, not even sure himself whether he was trying to get away or just push some of that building energy within him somewhere else.

Sex had never been like this. This all-encompassing thing. All of his past partners had either hesitated to hurt him when he asked, or took things too far. Berga had enjoyed the warmth of their bodies, the compression of their tight holes, but that had been the extent of it. A quick experience, done and forgotten about.

But this…

Madden lifted his hips and filled him, grinding against his ass. “Come for me, Berga. Squeeze my cock like it belongs to you.”

One of his hands slipped around him and his finger just barely grazed against Berga’s sensitive dick before the climax hit him.

The world winked in and out around him, Berga barely aware of Madden drilling into him a few more times before he reached his own high. His muscles clenched and unclenched around that intrusion, his balls emptying as he screamed his throat raw.

The blissful afterglow locked him in a state of drowsiness, his cheek pressed against the marble, his lower region still twitching. He’d thought it’d been good the other night, that Impression had helped make Madden the sex-drunk lover he’d been, but that wasn’t the case at all.

Sober Madden was even better. More intense. The smell of their mingled sweetness on the air and the feel of the Royal’s heated breaths on the back of his neck elicited a strange sense of calm Berga had never felt before.

Which was dangerous.

If he wasn’t careful, he could get used to this feeling.

He sat up suddenly, the move catching the other man off guard enough to have Madden falling off of him. Berga pretended not to hear his startled yelp, standing and wavering on his feet as a fresh wave of discomfort rolled over him.

“Careful.” Madden stood as well, taking his arm to help steady him.

As if he actually cared.

Berga glanced down at the come smeared over his stomach and grimaced. “I have to clean up.”

“Why? It’s hot.”

“Don’t lie.”

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