Page 19 of Shadow

After slicking my cock up, I tossed the lube aside and moved onto the bed, not bothering to remove my pants. When my slacks brushed his legs, Malik tensed, his brows pinching as he squeezed his eyes shut tighter. A shudder rolled through his big frame, and I grinned.

He was naked, restrained, and at my fucking mercy, whereas I hadn’t even bothered to remove my fucking pants. I knew it had to be bothering him, and I fucking relished in it. It was demoralizing, and hehatedit.

I nudged his thighs apart just enough to fit myself between them, and then, I gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal his pretty, puckered hole. It fluttered as he clenched. I made atskingsound.

“If you fight me on this, it’ll just hurt,” I warned him.

“Fuck… you,” he growled.

My grin was fucking feral. “Oh, I am, baby,” I promised. Then, I spit on his hole, watching my saliva trail down from his puckered hole to drip onto his balls. A low whimper crawled past his throat before he could stop it, and precum dripped from my tip.

By the time I was done with him, he’d be nothing more than a fucked-out mess.

Myfucked-out mess.

Leaning over him, I kept his ass spread apart and pressed the blunt head of my cock to his hole. He choked on a breath as I pushed inside, forcing him open for me. Every muscle in his body locked tight, and he tried pushing up on his knees. But he immediately halted, a pained cry escaping his mouth when that only pushed his ass further onto my dick.

“Easy, baby,” I growled, leaning over him. I pressed my lips to his shoulder. “Easy. Let me in, Malik. Just breathe and let me in. Your body is made for me. It knows what to do.”

“Prep?” he croaked, shaking wildly beneath me. His hands curled and uncurled against my abs, his breaths shuddering from his lungs.

“No,” I growled into his skin. “I want it to fucking hurt, Malik. And trust me, you want it to hurt, too. You’ll thank me after this. You’re not the kind of man who wants prep and attentiveness—not when you’re feeling like this.”

His lips trembled, and fuck, it just about wrecked me. But I couldn’t be soft with him—not yet. Heneededthis, even if he didn’t realize it yet. He needed me to be brutal with him. To hurt him. Only then would he allow me to actually take care of him. Only then would he rip down that last barrier between us and fuckingtrustme.

Malik needed to see me at my worst, to see me still caring for him while hurting him, to let down his guard. He didn’t trust kindness. Only like this would he submit to me.

“Rurik…” My name was shaky on his lips. I didn’t know what he was asking for. Maybe he was pleading for something. I ignored him all the same.

I eased out, then pushed back inside him, going a little deeper this time. His mouth opened on a silent cry, his eyes pinching shut. But his body was opening up for me so well. Like itknewwho I was. Like it knew who fucking owned it.

“God, you’re so fuckingtight,” I snarled, easing out and pushing back in again. His hands curled into fists, and I watched as a tear ran down his cheek. Growling low in my throat, I leaned over him and licked the tear up. On the next stroke in, I moaned, finally bottoming out, my balls flush with his ass. “Fuuuck,baby,” I rasped, moving my hands to brace myself over him. “You take me sofucking well.”

With my arms braced on either side of him, I eased out and then thrust in hard. A choked, desperate sound fell from his throat, and his eyes snapped open. I laughed softly, then truly began to fuck him. The headboard smacked against the wall every time I drove into his hot, tight hole. Words weren’t needed. I was lost to the sensation offinallybeing inside of him. Lost in how fuckinggoodhe felt wrapped around me.

And I wasdrowningin every desperate, pathetic moan, whimper, and sob that fell from Malik’s lips. His trembling hadn’t ceased, but he was eagerly lifting his hips now, making me go deeper inside of him. God, he wanted this as badly as I fucking did, and he’d been denying me forso fucking long. Denying both of us.

Turned out, he just needed me to take control of him. And now, I would. For the rest of our lives, I’d call the shots. And he’d follow without complaint because it would keep his pesky little brainquiet.

“This all you needed, baby?” I panted into the back of his neck, sweat running down my temple. Christ, he was sotight. So perfect for me. “You just needed me to pin you to the bed, restrain you, and treat you as my fucking cum dumpster all while you laid here like my pretty little pillow princess?”

He whined, his breaths coming faster. But it wasn’t from panic this time.

No…

His hole was fluttering around me, a clear sign he was about to fall the fuck apart for me. And I was goddamn ready for it.

“That’s all it was, huh?” I asked, a husky laugh spilling past my lips. He whimpered. “You can be my pillow princess anytime you want, Shadow. Just lay here and be the hole I use and fill. The hole I fuckingbreed.”

That was all it took. He cried out, snot and drool running down his face. Tears poured from his eyes as he came all over the bed, his ass milking my cock with desperation. With a growl, I pumped my hips into him harder and faster until finally—fuckingfinally—I came, too, bathing his insides with my cum. My teeth sank into the back of his neck, and white noise filled my ears as Malik milked every drop of cum from my balls.

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Rurik

The moment my brain came back online, I eased out of Malik and straddled his ass, quickly unwrapping my belt from around his wrists. They flopped to his sides, and he didn’t even try to budge. Moving aside, I gently rolled him onto his back and grabbed his left wrist, gently massaging blood back into it before working my way up his arm and to his shoulder. He remained silent as I did the same to the other side, his tired, dazed eyes just watching me as I worked, roving over my face like he was trying to read me or figure me out.

I pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss and stroked my thumb over his cheek. “Stay,” I gently ordered.

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