Page 48 of King of Violence

God, Julian is choking my dick down, and I’m very surprised at how he’s able to do that so quietly.

Alfie huffs and slips into the hall, closing the door behind him.

My head lolls against the chair and my fingers tangle into Julian’s golden locks. “You’re so annoying.”

He licks up my shaft and looks up at me from between my legs. “I had to make it up to you some way.”

“This won’t do it,” I say bitterly.

Julian raises an eyebrow and rubs his hands up my thighs. “Will fucking you do it?”

“No.”

His face falls and he stands up from under the desk. “I’m sorry, Felix. I was playing around?—”

I turn Julian and force him over the desk, which I can only do because I caught him by surprise. I’d never be able to pull this off in any other circumstance.

I tug his gym shorts down and force myself into him. He’s so tight. I probably should have worked him up to it, but I feel selfish tonight.

He yelps, but I cover his mouth with my hand. “I’m still a little sore from last night. So this is how you can make it up to me.”

Julian wiggles against me, trying to force my cock even deeper.

“You’re such a fucking man whore, you know that?” I growl.

Julian responds by spreading his ass cheeks and moaning. His voice hums through my hand.

“You wanted my attention so bad you sucked my cock in front of a peer?” I drive into him punishingly.

I move my hand from Julian’s mouth and wrap my fingers around his throat. He lets me do it. Julian could throw me on the floor and beat the shit out of me. But he doesn’t.

“You like this?”

He’s jacking himself off—of course he likes it. “Say it.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he pants.

I stutter my thrusts, moving into his hole painfully slow. “Who’s fucked you like this?”

“Felix—”

“Don’t lie, fuckboy.”

Julian huffs. “Just you.”

My frustrations, my fear, and my anger drive into him. I can’t deny I’m using him. I’m punishing him for pulling me into this fucked-up life of his.

But his sounds prove it’s not much of a punishment.

“I can’t fucking stand you,” I say in his ear. “You better not lie to me ever again.” My hand presses hard against his throat.

“Please, Felix,” Julian whimpers. I get a peek of his giant cock, veiny and red, on the brink of bursting.

My name on his mouth overwhelms me. So does the sensation of his skin against mine, and the knowledge that no one has ever touched him like this.

I come long and hard into Julian, biting into his shoulder to keep myself quiet.

Julian’s knuckles are white as he grasps the desk before him. Valmont’s big, strong, golden boy is a pink, panting mess before me.

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