Page 100 of Devil May Lie

“I want you.”

“Again.”

“I want you to fill me up and make me scream.”

“Remember when you told me to become obsessed with you?” Madden shifted his touch, sliding his fingers over the sensitive inner flesh of Berga’s thighs. He came close to touching his balls a time or two, always pulling away just before contact could be made. “I want to map your entire body and commit it to memory. I think of you when I’m awake and dream of you when I’m asleep. You’re my damn multi-slate wallpaper background.”

“No shit?” Berga seemed surprised and Madden chuckled. “When did you take a picture of me?”

“Once when you were sleeping. I’ll show you later. My point is, I’m already there, baby. If this isn’t obsession, I don’t know what is. I want to take you apart and sear my name over every single piece of you, so that no matter which angle you’re looked at, everyone who sees you will know you’re taken.”

“That’s descriptive.” Berga tilted his head. “I think I understand how other people feel when I start talking about my experiments.”

“Too far?”

“Yes,” he grabbed onto the back of Madden’s neck, pulling him in closer, “but also no.”

The kiss was like everything else about the Butcher, chaotic and wild. Warmth bloomed from the center of Madden’s chest as tilted Berga’s hips so he could find his entrance, their tongues dueling all the while.

He fingered him a bit first, but didn’t drag it out, knowing the Butcher would prefer a bit of pain with his pleasure. As soon as he had him writhing on the table and was confident he wouldn’t tear him, Madden lined up his cock and drove home, swallowing Berga’s cry.

The Butcher fell back, head whacking against the wall, but he didn’t seem to notice or care, his eyes squeezed shut as he gasped.

“Tell me we’ll figure out how to convince Baikal and the Brumal later.” He was taking advantage, knew that Berga was always more susceptible when he was getting a good fucking, but he couldn’t help it.

Madden hadn’t been exaggerating. There was this burning desire within him to mark the Butcher and make his ownership known, and in order to do that, they needed to solve this problem with the mafia and their mistaken assumption they had a claim to his man.

Berga was his.

“Madden.” Any disapproval in his tone was chased off by a moan as he was thrust into with more force.

“Tell me,” Madden demanded, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t slip away as he worked them both into a frenzy. “The way your body is gripping me, I can tell it doesn’t want to ever let me go.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Berga replied, eyes opening onto his, maybe so he could see the sincerity in his gaze. “There’s got to be a way.”

“And if we can’t find one?”

“We’ll make one,” he growled.

Madden’s climax caught him off guard. He groaned and bottomed out, spilling into Berga’s heat. Before he could finish or the Butcher could complain about not getting off himself, he pulled out and dragged the other man off the table.

He repositioned him over it, his ass high in the air, and then thrust back in, his cock already getting the memo and hardening.

“I’ll never get over how you need a mere three seconds before another round,” Berga said.

“Complaining?”

“Not at all.” He pushed back onto him. “Fuck me until I can’t feel anything other than the marks you give me.”

“Light.”

A bet was a bet.

Madden was always good on his word.

Chapter 25:

“Are you expecting a call from someone?” Ledger twirled the contents of his glass, dark brows lifted as he mocked Madden.

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