Page 91 of Hero Worship

Xavier made a gagging sound. “If you two start making out, I’m getting out to take the stairs.”

I huffed. “Like you haven’t already seen worse.”

Outside, Cincinnati sparkled in the late morning sun. Back in Liar's Corner, Misha was probably settling into Xion's old bed. Papa and Mom had taken care of me and given me space to discover who I really was. Now Misha would have that chance too, finally safe with a family who would love him exactly as he was. Just as they had me, without questions or conditions, from the very first day I chose to be myself.

Ash’s hand found mine. I was still a killer, still dangerous, still everything that made me…well, me. But with Ash beside me, the world was a little better, a little brighter. I knew that no matter how far and hard I fell, he’d be there to catch me.

And I’d do the same for him.

My teeth sank intothe pillow, barely muffling my moans as Ash slammed into me again and again. Sunlight came through the slatted blinds, painting stripes across my back where I knelt face-down on the bed, ass up and completely at his mercy. His hands gripped my hips, making the bruises there ache. Those never seemed to fade.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand sliding up to grip my throat. “Let me hear how much you love this. How much you need it.”

It’d been six months since Paris, and since I’d gotten the first permanent marks of his ownership. We’d practically gone straight to Cherry Bombs to have it done after leaving SpadeTower. The silver bars through my nipples throbbed slightly, and I was torn between the need to run my fingers over them and to touch my cock. After today, it’d be weeks before I could do that again, maybe two months. Two months without touching my dick was going to be hell on earth, but at least I knew I could come sometimes without having to touch myself. If Ash was patient enough to let me.

Not today, though. Today, I was on a mission to milk as many orgasms out of my dick as Ash was content to let me have. I was at two and counting since midnight. The thought made me clench around him, drawing a snarl out of him.

“Greedy thing,” he purred and bit into my shoulder. “So fucking desperate for my cock and my marks, aren’t you?” His hand tightened around my throat and I reached for my cock.

Before I could get a good grip, he shoved my face harder into the mattress and picked up his pace. The way he held me down, I couldn’t do anything but lie there and let him take what was his.

Maybe I was wrong, and this wasn’t hell. Maybe I was in heaven after all.

The familiar pressure was just starting to build in my balls when he slid out of my ass so fast I gasped. Strong hands pushed me onto my back, and I barely had time to adjust my legs before he drove back into me. His mouth closed around one of my pierced nipples, teeth scraping over the jewelry until I sobbed with pleasure and pain.

“Please, Daddy! I need to come so fucking bad!”

“I’ll tell you what you need, when you need it,” he snarled, hand wrapping around my throat again.

I yielded completely, surrendering to his bruising kiss, to the lightheaded feeling of not quite enough air, to the heady mix of pleasure and pain throbbing at multiple points in my body. This was what I needed, what I craved, what made me feel seen, desired, and complete.

“Mine,” he growled as his free hand wrapped around my cock. “Say it.”

“Yes! I’m yours!”

“Prove it.” His grip tightened everywhere all at once. “Come for me.Now.”

I was already skirting the knife’s edge. It only took a few pumps, and I was sobbing and coming a third time. Ash cursed and slammed home hard enough it sent pain reverberating up my spine before spilling inside me, claiming me again.

Afterward, we lay tangled together in his sheets, trembling and sweat soaked. Somehow, I’d wound up resting my head against his sweaty chest, listening to his heart beat. His fingers traced over my body, mapping the new bruises he’d left. I shivered as his fingers ghosted over the bars in my nipples.

My gaze wandered lazily around what had slowly become our bedroom over the past few months. My expensive skin care products cluttered his formerly spartan bathroom counter. Three pairs of my nicest heels sat neatly arranged by the closet door, right next to his sensible work shoes and the cane he still needed occasionally. My silk robe hung from the bedpost while a cup of my favorite tea had long ago cooled where it sat on the dresser. Little pieces of me lay scattered everywhere, each one a small way I’d marked my territory as surely as he’d marked me with bruises on my skin.

The antique jewelry box on his dresser caught my eye, and I held back a smile. He thought I didn’t know about the diamond ring hidden inside, tucked in the secret compartment behind his cufflinks. I’d found it two weeks ago while looking for a spare phone charger. It was a solitaire black diamond set in a fourteen carat gold band, absolutely perfect. Just like us.

“Having second thoughts?” he asked, voice gentle.

I shook my head. “Never. I told you I’d do it, and I’m going to do it.”

“Good, because after today, there’s no going back.”

I pulled his lips down to mine. “There never was with us. This was destiny from the start. You, me, and all it took to get here.”

He kissed me again, and for a moment, I thought I might have a fourth load in me, but Ash had other ideas.

“Come on,” he said, and pressed one more bite into my shoulder. “Let’s get cleaned up and dressed. Your appointment at Cherry Bombz is in two hours.”

My stomach fluttered with anticipation as I followed him to the shower on shaky legs. In just a few hours, I’d be wearing his claim in the most intimate way possible. The thought made my spent cock twitch with interest, though I knew it’d be a while before I could act on that particular urge again.

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