Page 39 of Blood Money

“Val, please.”

“No.” I slapped his ass on the reddest part, making him whimper. “I can hurt you. I can make you wish you’d learned how to wait.”

“No, I can do it. Please.”

“That’s right. You can. You can do whatever I ask, because you’re mine. I own you. I say when you get to come, I say when you get this beautiful ass filled.” His whimper went straight to my cock.

“Yes, I need it so bad.”

I squeezed his sore ass, drawing another desperate sound from him. “I know. You’ll get what you need if you’re good for me.”

18

LIAM

My ass was on fire, and my cock was so hard it hurt. Valentino was fucking tormenting me, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take it. The feel of his mouth on my cock had nearly undone me. And then…I’d never imagined he would eat my ass. The feel of his tongue inside me was indescribable.

“You’re so needy,” he growled. “So slutty. I fucking love how much you need my cock.”

He rose to his feet, and I whimpered, knowing I wasn’t going to feel his tongue in my ass again.

“You needed that, didn’t you? You loved having your ass eaten?”

I looked at him over my shoulder. “Yes. I…That was….”

“What? Tell me.”

I caught my breath enough to speak again. “So much better than I ever imagined.”

Val stiffened behind me. “Wait, are you telling me you’ve never…?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never had anyone do that before.”

“No one had ever put their tongue up this delicious ass?” He squeezed my sore ass cheeks, and I gasped.

“No one. I swear.”

“Fuck. If I’d known I was your first, I might have come just from your reaction.”

He was kidding, right? There was no way I affected him half as much as he did me. I didn’t dare ask as he pulled me away from the wall and held me against him. I flexed my wrists and fingers. They were stiff from pressing against the hard surface for so long.

Val gripped my waist and turned me to face him. Then he took my hands in his and began massaging my wrists. I sighed. “That feels so good.”

“Better than my tongue?”

I laughed. “No, but closer than I would have thought.”

“Good. I want you to like every kind of touch from me. I want your whole body craving me, needing me.”

“Because you won’t let anyone else have me.”

He snarled. “That’s right.”

Why should I care when he could make me feel this good?

He’s a killer. He would kill you if you didn't make a bargain to pay him back. He’s using you.

If using me felt that good, I didn’t fucking care. I hadn’t had anything good for myself in a long time.

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