Page 54 of Adored
Each.
One.
“Yes, please,” Poe moaned as Gamble pulled his belt off, and did the same thing to his other arm.
This might just kill him.
Poe was sure of it. No one in his whole dating life had ever bound him to a bed to have his wicked way with him, and he was there for it.
Well, there went the new Duke of Gordon as an incredibly erotic sex romp did him in. It was the best way to go out too.
Yeah, he wanted that on his tombstone in the family cemetery.
‘He died from fuckery and being manhandled by a hot Marine in their bed.’
This was turning into the best day of his life, minus the day they first had sex.
“You wanted all of me,” Gamble said, whispering in his ear, “and this is how I like to fuck.”
At the last word, Poe’s erection bobbed invitingly in his underwear.
He was here for the show, and he couldn’t wait for more.
When his arms were secured, Gamble moved to the foot of the bed, and began taking off his things. He needed to get naked, and fast. His whole body was singing with need, and this man was the reason.
Only, he warned him.
“Don’t panic,” Gamble said, out of the blue, and it clearly caught the other man off guard.
Poe lifted a brow.
“Why would I panic? You’re not leaving me here like this, right?” he asked, beginning to panic.
Gamble laughed.
“The only way I’m leaving you like that is after I fuck you a few times, and I need to get us water, so we don’t dehydrate. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen in…ever,” Gamble admitted, admiring Poe’s erection, and wanting to get his mouth, and hands, on it.
Poe calmed down.
“Then why would I…?” he began, but didn’t get to finish.
When Gamble took off his shirt, and Poe saw the horrible bruises all over his ribs, sides, and back from what happened back home, he did, indeed, freak out.
He gasped in horror.
Truth be told, Poe had almost forgotten that the man had been beaten and clearly, that continued after he was taken from him.
Von Donore’s men abused his body in ways that made Poe sick to his stomach.
“Oh, Gamble,” he whispered. “My poor man,” he said, tears in his eyes. “They hurt you when I left with that asshole.”
Oh, he could say that.
Only, he’d fully expected it. Had The Hunters not shown up, he would have died. They had planned on beating him to death.
And the idea that Poe was gone again made him not want to keep fighting.
Poe was his talisman in the fight, and without him…
