Page 248 of Vile Boys

“Fuck,” she murmurs. “Three.”

I’m not nearly there yet.

“Four.”

“Keep going,” I say, pushing in even farther.

Blaine’s kisses onto her neck and mouth distract her enough for me to bury myself inside her.

“Five,” she mewls between breathy moans.

“That’s it, little rose,” I coax her, my fingers digging into her thighs while my other hand curls around Caleb’s hard-on.

“Six.”

She feels so fucking good, I could nearly come just from feeling her fit neatly around me, but I want to savor this moment of pure submission for as long as it lasts.

Because that fire inside her cannot be fucking doused, and I love watching it burn in her eyes.

“Seven.”

“You’ll take all of me,” I grit, burying in even deeper. “You’ve done it before. You can do it again. And again. And again.”

“Eight,” she mewls.

Blaine squeezes her nipples, making her squeal. “Fuck!”

“Focus, little rose.”

“It’s my fault for making it so hard on her,” Blaine muses, rubbing his hard-on up against her body.

“Nine!” she yelps.

“Show Caleb how badly you want him,” I groan.

Caleb’s already thrusting into her hand from sheer pleasure, and my hand finds him too in the heat of it as we both toy with his length and watch him suffer with unending need.

“Almost there. You can take it,” I groan. “I know you can because this body was fucking made for me.”

I thrust in to the base, until my balls slap against her ass, and a long-drawn-out groan leaves my body. Good God, nothing sweeter than taming a goddess with my cock alone.

“Ten!”

“Good girl,” I say, as her wetness envelops my dick.

“Fuck!” she moans when I begin thrusting in and out.

But nothing will stop me from claiming what belongs to me.

I lean over to grip her throat and squeeze until she gets even wetter. “You like this. You like being dominated. To be used. To be marked and tainted. You’re my little slut, just like he is, and you both deserve nothing more, nothing less than complete and utter subjugation to my cock.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, and I squeeze even tighter until her eyes nearly roll into her head.

“Call me by my name.”

“Ares,” she mewls as I thrust in again and again.

“What.”THRUST. “Am.”THRUST. “I?”

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