Page 69 of King of Violence

“Cameras?” Felix’s face turns bright red.

“Yeah, you think I don’t have security in here, baby? I’m a Greco king.” I laugh.

Felix sits on the couch next to me, his eyes wide. “But who has access to the footage?”

“Just me...and Lewis.”

“Your bodyguard has footage of us fucking?” Felix drops his head into his hands.

A laugh bursts out of me, filling the room. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Yes! I didn’t know I was signing up for a porno by staying here.”

I pull Felix by the hand so he’s lying on top of me. “Baby, it’s fine. He doesn’t watch the videos unless I specifically ask him to.”

Felix buries his head into my chest with a huff. “But what if he’s seen it?”

I rub his back. “The only person who’s seen that video of you coming all over my face is me, Felix.”

“Oh, so you watched it?” Felix says with a hint of humor.

My hand slips below his shirt so I can feel his back muscles uninhibited. “Maybe.”

“Multiple times?”

I shrug, not wanting to disclose how crazy he makes me.

“Are the cameras on us now?” Felix glances around.

“Yeah, they’re always on…what are you doing?”

Felix sits up and pulls off his clothes. “Making a porno.”

His cock is already hard. The thick veins make my mouth water.

“What, is that something you’re into?” I smirk as I tug off my shirt. “Sorry, Mr. Pizza Delivery Boy, I don’t have any money to pay for this.” My hands slide up his waist.

He pulls down the front of my pants. “More like ‘I’ve been kidnapped by the mafia and the hot leader won’t let me go until I’ve pleased him.’”

Felix spits into his hand and begins rubbing my dick.

I groan. “I feel like we’ve already played that one to death, no?”

Felix straddles my hips, spreading his ass cheeks and slowly putting me inside him. “I could go for one more round.”

I press my head back into the pillows. “God, I missed you.”

Felix gasps as my hips thrust upward with excitement. “Behave. You’re still healing,” he growls.

He’s so fucking tight I want to drill into him and make him scream.

Felix’s low voice interrupts my dirty thoughts. “I know what you’re thinking. I’ll stop if you do.”

He begins riding me, painfully slow, like he’s afraid to break me. My hands are all over his bare skin until they find their way to his cock.

“You’re so perfect,” I moan. “Made for me.”

As Felix starts to bounce harder against me, he groans quietly.

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