Page 64 of His Secret Betrayal
Every thrust inside my body pushes me closer to the edge, and I stare up at him with wide, pleading eyes. My throbbing cock is begging for release, and Ineedto come.
He wouldn’t leave me aching again, would he?
“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”
I mewl, my thighs shaking and my eyes nearly rolling back.
The sadistic bastard chuckles, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as his cock continues brushing along my prostate and making me see stars. For a moment, time pauses, and nothing exists but me and Alek, our bodies joined together as we ride the waves of bliss. And I whimper with each powerful, deliberate stroke as I sit right on the edge, somehow managing to hold off my orgasm. I’m so desperate andneedy that it hurts, and I can’t remember ever wanting to come so badly. And yet, I hold off because I want to be good for him.
“Keep taking my cock like a good boy, and you can come after I do,” he purrs.
A bit of pre-cum spurts from my cock then, and he gives me a warning look. Heat curls around every part of me, sweat slicking my skin, and my orgasm is barreling towards me, refusing to relent, and…
“You always feel so good,” Alek grunts, the sound almost animalistic as his thrusts become erratic. Then he’s spilling inside me, filling the condom, his face getting this glazed, far-off look as his orgasm consumes him.
“Come for me, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he pants, his hand stroking my shaft in jerky movements.
My orgasm slams into me then, a scorching, hot bliss racing through me as I whimper. I spill all over Alek’s fist, my release dripping onto my stomach. Alek croons more praises into my ear, telling me how good I feel and how good I am for him. He tells me I’m perfect just the way I am and, somewhere in the fog of my brain, I realize I’m beginning to believe him.
Alek’s palm slides away, his sweaty body sort of collapsing onto mine as we pant. His head is buried into the crook of my neck as his cock begins to soften inside me, his hands absently stroking my hair as my mind spins. Every part of me feels like it’s still buzzy and twitchy as I come down.
“I’ve never—that was…wow,” I mumble.
Alek chuckles as he pulls back to peer down at me, not seeming to mind the sticky mess I’ve made. “Are you okay? That got really intense, and you kinda spaced out there for a minute.”
“Perfect, but we have about five minutes before I pass the fuck out and sleep for the next twelve hours,” I warn him, my voice alreadyslurring as I fight off a yawn. My limbs are heavy, and I feel sated in a way that only happens when I’m with Alek.
He pulls out of me, disposing of the condom and cleaning us both up with a warm, wet wash cloth before slipping back into the bed behind me. Even though I’m beginning to succumb to the call of sleep again, it doesn’t escape my notice that he’s still shirtless. It warms something inside me to know he trusts me like this, when he’s trusted so few others this way.
Hearing about his childhood, the way his dad abused him, left me speechless and heartbroken. But it also gave me some perspective, and now I feel like I know him in a way very few do. And I like what I see under the surface: strength, resilience, a heart that’s still soft in the middle, despite all the bullshit he’s been through…arms that are a safe place to land.
Actually, I think I’m beginning to fall in lov—
“I can’t stay all night,” he whispers. “I’ll have to go back to my room before Caleb wakes up.”
I blink, trying to remember what I was thinking about even as sleep begins to pull me under. It was something important, but I’m so very exhausted and sated, and my thoughts are slipping right through my fingers. And well, maybe I’ll remember tomorrow.
Alek’s arms tighten around my waist just as I drift under, and I know he may not be there when I wake up, but he’ll be there when I need him.
Luke
“Look at that. I knew hiring you was the right move,” Alek mutters over my shoulder, the husky praise sending a flush across my cheeks. His chest is brushing against my back, those massive arms caging me in as he stands behind me at my desk—still in his office—and looks over my latest project. It’s a book cover for a debut author, two men embracing under the glow of a full moon. There’s even a massive, gray-coated wolf in the background.
“I was taught by the best,” I murmur.
“Hmm, I think youjust have natural talent,” he whispers, his breath fanning down my neck and making me shiver.
“Why is my desk still in your office?” I blurt out, unable to hold back my curiosity any longer. At this point, I’ve been here a month and my training is complete. I’ve been working on my own projects for a few weeks now, spending most of my day in his office and my nights his bed.
Honestly, I’m not complaining. I can’t get enough of him, and he seems to feel the same way, based on the number of times I’ve now been woken up to his tongue on my cock. After we tried it the first time, it’s something we both quickly realized we enjoy. And now that Caleb is back at his own apartment—thankfully, the repairs didn’t take too long—I’ve moved back into Alek’s bedroom.
Still, it is kind of odd and the other employees are beginning to give me weird looks.
Alek spins my chair around, kneeling on the floor with his hands resting on my knees as he searches my face. “You don’t like being in here?” he asks.
“No!” I say immediately. When his face falls, I quickly amend, “I mean, yes, I love it. I like…” My skin heats as I nibble on my bottom lip.
“You like it when I bend you over my desk and have you for lunch?” he asks, his lips quirking into a smug grin.
