Page 86 of The Contract

Well, then. He did admit he was deviant. And it’s not like I didn’t already know that. It’s not like I don’t like that. I guess I’m a little deviant too.

I sit up and yank off my shirt. Then I tug at his. He lets me pull it off, but that’s all the patience he has. He flips me over and puts his knee in my back to hold me down while he rummages around beside the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I chuckle.

“You’re sure as hell not,” he says darkly. I shiver at the promise. Or threat. “Ever,” he adds, as though I didn’t understand that. But I did. Oh, I fucking did.

I make a contented sound, pinned there under his knee. He swaps his hand for his knee, like he needs to keep hold of me regardless of my obvious compliance. His other hand yanks at my jeans and underwear. I lift my hips for him so he can bare my ass, hauling my pants down to my knees.

He has to stop pinning me so he can scoot down my body. I don’t know what I expect, but it’s not him roughly parting my cheeks to expose my hole and growling, “This is mine,” before his tongue attacks me.

I cry out in surprised pleasure as he licks my tight rim. He alternates between that and biting my ass. His hands roam, squeezing my thighs then delving between my legs to grip my balls possessively as his tongue pushes into me. I press the side of my face into the mattress and moan as he takes over my body.

My head is turned toward the cell, so I see the door open. I see Rafael emerge. He makes no effort to hide his hard cock. He makes no effort to hide the way his eyes burn on us.

I don’t know if Dante sees him as he licks along my crack and draws back. I hear his zipper and a rustle of cloth. I hear the sloppy squelch of lube on his cock.

Rafael’s eyes flick to that. His lips part. Jealousy wakes up inside me, but then Dante’s cockhead presses against my hole, and I have no attention for anything but the perfect burn of his broad tip stretching me open.

I’m tight, and it hurts, but Dante is ruthless with his penetration. It’s slow, but he’s so fucking big. I’m gasping, moaning, whimpering. I try to escape because I can’t help it, but Dante has a bruising grip on my hips, and there’s nothing I can do but take him.

When he’s fully inside me, he pauses and lets me adjust. Rafael is still there when Dante draws back and pumps into me. I moan, suddenly glad that Rafael is watching, that there’s a witness to Dante’s possession of me.

Then Rafael leaves, returning to the cell like he can’t handle any more as Dante draws back and thrusts into me again. When I loosen, when I’m compliant, Dante leans down over my back, half squashing me. His teeth close on the back my neck. His hand reaches under me to grip my cock. Then he fucks me so hard that the mattress is shifting, so hard that I’m moaning and shouting and practically blubbering because it’s so fucking intense and perfect. His pelvis is slamming against my ass. Hisballs are slapping me. His cock is driving hard inside me. I don’t want it to ever end, but my body isn’t mine to control.

My orgasm is so intense that I scream and thrash, my cock spurting in Dante’s hand. I buck against him, clenching so hard on his cock that he shouts. He pins me down as he comes inside me, his cock kicking against my prostate, milking me until I’m spasming under him. He moans through the last pulses of his orgasm then shudders and relaxes against me.

We lie there for a long while. Breathing. Twitching. Our bodies still joined.

“I want to live inside you,” he whispers against me. “This is the only place I want to be.”

He doesn’t expect a response and I don’t have one. I’m too greedy. I just want to soak his words in. I sigh.

Eventually, he pulls out. I moan at the glide of his half hard cock and the hot spill of his cum down my thighs.

He says, “I wish I had a plug here to keep my cum inside you, but—” He cups my ass with a cloth. “Come on,” he murmurs, stroking my hair.

I relax and let myself open. Some of his cum remains inside me, and I want it to, but he makes sure that I won’t be a mess.

We get up from the mattress. He quickly tugs up his own pants then takes over with mine. I lean into him as he settles my clothes. I make a contented sound as he zips my jeans. He plants a kiss on the side of my head then bends down to snag my t-shirt. As I pull it on, he finishes with his own clothes.

“I want to see,” I tell him.

He stills. “Are you sure?”

“How old was my brother when he was taken from the Island by this asshole?”

“Probably sixteen.”

“And this … fucking pervert had him ever since?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want to see.”

“Fiero knows more about the Collector than he wants to say. Rafael needs that information.”

“Then let’s help him get it.”

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