Page 39 of King of Violence

The hot water drenches my clothes, but makes his body deliciously slick. I don’t waste a moment before sliding my tongue against his.

Julian groans into my mouth as he undoes my belt and forces his hand under the waistband of my jeans and boxers.

“Already hard?” Julian licks the side of my neck as his fingers graze my cock.

“I’ve been hard since you won. Now shut up. I need you inside me,” I demand.

Julian snorts as he pushes down my pants. “But you’ve been acting like you want all the control, Felix. Now you want me to take over?”

I can barely think as his hand glides over my length. I nod.

“Say it,” Julian demands. “And be polite.”

The roughness of his voice makes my dick jump in his hand. I try to kiss him, but Julian pulls his head back, a wicked smirk on his face.

“Please, Julian. Fuck me.”

He doesn’t hesitate as he pushes me against the shower wall and shoves my pants down the rest of the way.

“God, I can’t get you out of my head.” He forces two of his fingers into my mouth as he rubs his cock against my ass. I suck on them greedily, pressing myself harder into him.

“I should have known you were gonna bottom for me as soon as I saw that look in your eye when I won.” He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and pushes them into my hole.

I gasp as his other hand slides underneath my T-shirt to pinch my nipple. His fingers pump in and out of me, slowly working me up.

Julian nips at my earlobe. “You’re so pent-up. You feel like you need to hold your life together all the time. No one else gets to have control, huh?”

The water from the shower runs into my eyes and slides down my skin. Heat grows in my center, making precum drip from me.

“Answer me, baby.” Julian forcefully shoves another finger into my ass, making me arch against him.

“No one,” I pant. My hand squeezes my cock.

“Except me.” Julian pulls his fingers out of me and spreads my cheeks. “Say it, Felix. Who owns you?”

God, he’s so fucking hot when he’s like this. I’m almost delirious from his demands. “You.”

He drives into me with no warning. The pain makes me cry out, but Julian covers my mouth with his free hand. Julian is huge. I’ve never felt so full, and my hole squeezes around him greedily. I’ve never bottomed before. I’ve never been a person who relinquishes power to someone else. I need to be in control of my own life. But with Julian...

His power radiates off of him in waves. He’s respected. He’s the fucking king. And I want to bow down to him in this moment.

“Hey, Jules. John says you got the—” The door swings open, revealing a short man with brown hair.

Julian doesn’t even flinch. His cock continues to pump into me as he pushes my face into the tile so I can’t see the door.

“God, you feel so good,” Julian mumbles in a haze as his hand grazes my back.

I know I should probably be embarrassed right now, but I can’t seem to focus on anything but Julian’s skin.

“So this is where you take your dates now? College boys are nasty,” the man says.

“Ricky, fuck off before I tell Lewis to put you in the river,” Julian growls.

“Uh, right. Sorry, boss.” The door shuts with a click.

Julian’s hand wraps around my neck and gently squeezes. He stills his hips. “Did you like someone seeing me fuck you?”

His other hand begins to jerk me off.

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