Page 46 of Chasing Danger

As I’d hoped, the toy slipped inside him without too much resistance. The sound of his moan sent my already burning arousal into overdrive. His legs twitched and writhed as the toy settled deeply inside him, and his breathing turned erratic.

I gave him a moment to adjust, before turning on the toy to the lowest setting.

The response was instantaneous. Oliver keened as his senses were overwhelmed, and his whole body writhed like an eel. Ifnot for the ropes tying down his wrists, he would have probably squirmed right off the bed.

Turning the vibrator up to the next level, I started shifting it around inside him, looking for his sweet spot, which I’d found earlier.

I knew I’d hit the right spot when his whimpers turned to actual begging.

“Mmmm. Please. Oh, fuck. Please. I... Ah, so good.”

I could have listened to his pleading all day. Toying with him was a heady feeling. He was helpless under my hand, and his pleasure was mine to control.

Giving in to my sadistic urges, I turned the vibrator up two more levels at once, and kissed him to swallow his shocked cries. He was trembling so hard; I knew he was close to his end.

So was I. The taste of Oliver’s desperation was too intoxicating for me to withstand for long.

Using my free hand, I started stroking my own cock in the same rhythm that I moved the vibrator inside him. If I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine I was fucking him properly, especially when I made cute little noises with each thrust of the toy.

We finished at the same time, gasping into each other’s mouths as we both spilled over his stomach.

With my face buried against his neck, I slowly regained my senses. Once I could breathe normally again, I untied his wrists, and pulled him into my arms so he lay with his head pillowed on my chest.

His hand stroked the scars lying directly over my heart. “The toy was fun, but you said you wanted to claim me properly.”

I idly untangled a few knots in his hair. “Yeah. This was just an emotional release for you. When I’m finally inside you for the first time, it should be more special than this.”

He nodded, practically burying his face against my chest so that his words tickled my skin. “That means you... want to keep seeing me?”

Tipping his head up to face me, I looked directly into his eyes to give his words the consideration they deserved. “Why wouldn’t I? If anything, I’m surprised you still want to see me.”

It was only when I said it out loud that I realized he never actually claimed he wanted to continue seeing me. The thought that this might be our only time together had crossed my mind, but it didn’t feel real until that moment.

He didn’t hold my gaze for long and soon looked down with a hint of sadness staining his expression. “I just thought, if my father was a part of your organization, and he stole something from you fifteen years ago that got you in trouble with the Russian mafia—God! That is so weird to say—then it would make sense if you don’t trust me anymore.”

Grabbing his hand, I pressed a kiss to his palm. “I still haven’t pieced everything together, but I know one thing for certain. Your father’s actions have nothing to do with you. He was a selfish man who stole what wasn’t his and ended up hurting you in order to save himself.”

“Yeah.” Oliver spoke the word like a sigh as his hand started running over my chest again.

At first, I thought he was just seeking comfort, but then I realized he was counting the cigarette burn scars on my chest.

When he counted the last one, he finally looked up and met my eye again. “You said your father did this to you?”

Removing his hand from my chest, I laced our fingers together instead. “Don’t misunderstand. These weren’t done out of hatred or a desire to hurt me. In fact, they’re an expression of love.”

Oliver raised a skeptical brow and looked at me like I was crazy.

I laughed and kissed his forehead.

“It’s true. These were to help me learn how to handle pain. I was destined to take over as head of my family one day, and someone in my position would inevitably face a lot of danger. The ability to endure pain has saved my life more than once. These scars are a symbol that my father loved me enough to ensure I would survive no matter what.”

Although he still didn’t seem to fully believe me, Oliver nodded and let his head rest back on my chest. “I’ll have to take your word for it. I guess family is just always complicated.” He paused for a moment, and I felt him relax as his exhaustion caught up with him. “My family. I need to speak with them. I need to hear, from their own mouths, why they never told me about my father’s mafia connection and that the fire might have been intentional.”

“Of course.” I planted one last kiss on the top of his head as he fell asleep. “I want to speak with them as well. They might have some of the answers that I need.”

I waited for a while, watching Oliver sleep. At least recent events hadn’t affected his rest, for he seemed perfectly at peace. Eventually, when I was certain he was deep in his dreams, I slipped out of his arms and headed for the bathroom. I took a moment to clean myself up, then returned with a warm washcloth to do the same for him.

With each gentle stroke of the washcloth, I worshiped every inch of his skin. Both the smooth and the scarred. The damage to his chest hadn’t been as bad as on his arm, or his face. In fact, his face seemed to have been hurt the worst. This struck me as odd at first. Usually, when someone was hurt, their first instinct was to protect their face. The arm probably should have been the worst, as it would have been used as a shield for the rest of him.

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