Page 47 of Devil May Lie

“I’m still going to kill you,” Berga stated, but the edge had left his voice, and his dick was hardening once more against Madden’s stomach. “Just wait, as soon as I’m untied—”

“You’ll pass out long before then,” Madden promised, laughing when Berga sucked in a sharp breath at that. He kissed him, groaning when Berga parted his lips and allowed his tongue slip inside.

A second later, he swore and pulled back.

“You bit me.” Madden hadn’t seen that coming. “The jokes on you, though, because now you really do have blood on you.”

Berga licked at the speck of red coating his full bottom lip. “I’ve just decided that your blood doesn’t count.”

“That so?” That sounded…dangerous.

“Apparently,” Berga confirmed. “Which means it won’t be a big deal if it sprays on me when I slit—”

Madden started moving, dragging his cock all the way out to the tip before thrusting back in. He began pummeling his insides, that hot, tight grip around him driving him mildly insane faster than he could blink. His balls slapped against Berga’s ass as he fucked him, the bedpost whacking into the wall—loud enough it would ideally wake Mrs. Crumbly from her slumber.

Berga resisted when Madden went to kiss him again, but they fought for dominance until Madden captured his jaw and held him still. He drove his tongue into his mouth with the same speed as his hastening hips, practically daring Berga to bite him a second time.

When he did, a sharp pain followed by the taste of copper hit his tongue, Madden laughed. He’d left the guy with nothing to fight with but his teeth, after all. Of course he was going to use them.

Madden nipped at the corner of Berga’s mouth, then lapped at the spot beneath his ear.

Berga bucked against him and whimpered, then attacked, quick as a whip. His mouth latched onto the spot between Madden’s neck and his shoulder and he clamped down, breaking skin.

He fucked him through the ache, too focused on the burning between his legs to care much about any discomfort elsewhere. Madden let Berga sink his teeth in, responding by hammering him even harder with his cock.

“I want to split you open and crawl around inside of you,” Berga suddenly dropped away, falling back against the pillow, words spilling from his crimson-stained lips in a flourish that almost didn’t make sense.

“Good Light knows I like being inside of you,” Madden countered, only for the Butcher to shake his head.

“Not that kind of inside. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking you’re squeezing my cock so hard you might break it off. What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know.”

Madden grinned. “No?”

“Untie me.”

“So you can claw my eyes out?” He clucked his tongue. “Pass.”

“Untie me.”

“Not going to happen, Butcher. Just,” he slammed into him, “take it like the good doctor you are.”

“Like Jekyll?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Like my Jekyll.”

“And you’re Hyde, right?”

“Because I’m the monster currently fucking your brains out?”

“No,” Berga said. “Because only one of us can win this.”

“I’m about to come on you,” Madden pointed out. “I think I’ve already won, baby.”

That caught his attention, and Berga angled his head. “On me?”

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