Page 49 of Hero Worship

I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he slicked himself up, his cock thick and flushed with need. He was bigger than anyone I'd taken before, but any anxiety about that was drowned out by how desperately I wanted him to wreck me.

"I’ll try to be gentle," Ash gritted out as he lined himself up, but the tremor in his hands betrayed how close he was to snapping.

"Don't you dare," I challenged, canting my hips up. "I want it rough, Daddy. Want to feel you tomorrow."

Something dark and hungry flashed in his eyes. "Careful what you wish for, baby," he growled, and then he was pressing inside me with one hard thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs.

"Fuck," he snarled, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he bottomed out. "So fucking tight. Feel so perfect around my cock. Why did I ever fucking deny myself this?"

The stretch burned despite his prep, but the pain just made everything sharper, more real. He started moving, each thrust harder than the last.

"Yes," I gasped, gripping the headboard as each thrust shoved me up the bed. "Daddy... please..."

His control snapped completely. He grabbed my legs, pushing them back until my knees were nearly at my shoulders, opening me up for deeper penetration. The new angle had him hitting my prostate with every brutal thrust, making my vision go white at the edges.

"Mine," he growled, slamming into me with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. "Fucking mine. Been wanting this for so long. Dreaming about bending you over in the training room, making you scream for me."

My cock was hardening again despite my recent orgasm, bouncing against my stomach with each impact. Every thrust felt like he was trying to reshape me from the inside out, claim territory no one else had ever reached.

"Look at you," he panted, rhythm growing erratic. "So perfect... fuck, baby..."

He let out a sound more animal than human, releasing one of my legs to wrap his hand around my throat. The pressure was perfect, making my head swim as he used the grip for leverage to fuck me even harder.

"Gonna..." he snarled, squeezing just enough to make spots dance in my vision. His hips stuttered. "Fuck, baby, I need to..."

The possessiveness in his voice, combined with the brutal pace of his thrusts, pushed me over the edge. I came untouched, my cock pulsing as my release painted both our chests. The rhythmic clenching of my body around him made Ash growl.

"Fuck, baby, you squeeze me so fucking so tight when you come," he gritted out, his hips stuttering. "Gonna... fuck, can't hold back..."

He slammed in one final time, grinding deep as his cock pulsed inside me. The feeling of his hot release filling me up made my spent cock twitch valiantly. His grip on my throat loosened as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting like we'd run a marathon.

"Shit," he breathed against my neck. "You okay? I got carried away..."

I clenched around him, making him groan. "Perfect," I assured him, loving how wrecked he sounded. "I’m going to be feeling that for days."

He shifted slightly, making me gasp as I felt his release starting to leak out of me. That's when the realization hit him. "Fuck, baby, I forgot the condom," he said, tension creeping back into his voice. "I got so caught up in needing you, I just..."

"That’s okay. I like it this way better."

He groaned, his cock giving an interested twitch despite his obvious exhaustion. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered, but there was pure satisfaction in his voice as he watched his release slowly drip out of me.

We'd have to get up soon, clean up and prepare for tomorrow's mission. But for now, I let myself float in the aftermath of being thoroughly claimed, marked inside and out as his. My whole body ached in the best way, and I knew I'd feel him with every step tomorrow.

Perfect. Tomorrow we'd play our roles in the clubs, hunting our target. But under my mission clothes, I'd carry thesemarks, these reminders that I was exactly who I was meant to be. Viktor's judgment couldn't touch that truth. Neither could anyone else's.

Predawn light filtered throughgauzy hotel curtains, painting shadows across Xander's skin. I'd been awake for hours, watching the steady rise and fall of their chest, memorizing how my perfect baby looked in sleep. All that lethal precision wrapped in Egyptian cotton sheets, face softened without their usual carefully applied makeup. Two days ago, I would have denied wanting this. Would have insisted my interest was purely professional. Now I couldn't imagine not having them in my bed.

The mattress shifted as Xander stirred, one hand reaching out blindly until their fingers found my chest. Those clever fingers,equally skilled at picking locks and slitting throats, traced lazy patterns across my skin. The contrast of black polish against my chest hair made something possessive twist in my gut.

"Time's it?" they mumbled, eyes still closed, though I knew they were more awake than they let on. The little tease was playing at sleep, testing my control.

"Early," I murmured, catching that wandering hand and pressing a kiss to the palm. "Go back to sleep."

Instead of obeying, Xander shifted closer, pressing against my side with deceptive innocence. Their movements were slow, sleep clumsy, so different from their usual precise grace. But I knew better. Knew exactly what game they were playing.

"Don't wanna sleep," Xander protested, though his words were still slurred. He nuzzled into my neck, lips brushing skin. "Want you inside me."

I could see the slight tension in his shoulders that belied his act, the way his breathing wasn't quite sleep-slow. My perfect little liar, playing at vulnerability while trying to manipulate me into taking control.

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