Page 54 of Martyr

“That’s the lust. It’ll get better once you’ve orgasmed.”

Which meant Lake wasn’t going to give it to him.

“Are you pouting?” Yejun cursed. “That’s so hot. Holy shit.”

“What if I beg you for it?” Nix asked. Lake liked it when he begged.

“Did you already forget you made me promise not to fuck you?” Lake drawled.

Sure, but that was before Nix’s entire body felt like it was coiled up and on fire. And when he’d feared Juri would be here watching the entire thing. What did it matter at this point if he was fucked in front of Yejun and West? They’d already seen him in this position.

“I changed my mind,” he said.

Lake’s free hand went to his belt, but paused. “I better not. You might regret it once you’re in your right mind again.”

“I won’t.”

The Imperial leaned over him and started tapping wildly against his prostate, not letting up even when Nix started to shake. “Remember this the next time you set terms. Remember that I keep my word.”

“Lake.”

“Sing for me,” he ordered. “Set the record straight, once and for all, that you’re mine.”

Nix opened his mouth but all that came out was a sharp cry as pleasure ripped through him. He came, waves of sticky, hot spunk squirting all over both him and Lake as his prostate continued to take hit after hit. He’d only managed a single breath of relief before he realized that Lake wasn’t planning on letting up.

He shifted over the table, but Lake didn’t remove his fingers.

“Again,” the Imperial ordered, and Nix made a pained sob as he started to slip into oversensitivity.

“No, I can’t.”

“Again.” Lake slapped Nix’s hand off his dick and took control, stroking up until he was hard and achy once more.

“No!” He shook his head and clawed at the surface of the table. “I can’t! It’s too much.”

“Come again, Songbird.”

“No, I—” He screamed as another orgasm crashed over him, his vision momentarily winking out as he was forced into another fit of rapture that seemed to tear him from reality and shove him into an abyss of pure, undiluted bliss.

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Nix groaned and buried his face against something warm, slowly coming to his senses. His whole body felt lax and he was still naked, currently being carried up the winding staircase to the second level of the Roost.

“Almost there,” Lake said softly, holding him with ease.

“What happened?” It was a dumb question since the answer was obvious, but Nix asked it anyway.

“You passed out.”

“Don’t have to sound so smug about it.” He peeled open his eyes and blinked up at the underside of Lake’s jaw, catching the guy’s partial smirk.

“West is making you tea, and June is headed to your next class to collect notes for you, since you obviously won’t be making it.”

“Shit.” Nix wanted to argue on principle, but his legs felt like jelly. “We didn’t even have intercourse. I shouldn’t be this put out after only two orgasms.”

“It was three actually,” Lake corrected. “You were a bit out of it for the last one.”

“And you thought, hey, whatever, might as well keep going anyway?” Nix huffed. “Bastard.”

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