Page 180 of Madness & Mercy
The glass slips from his hand, clattering to the deck, and before he can complain, I’ve got him bent over the arm of the lounge chair, ass up, cock pressed against the railing for balance. He grips the wood hard, the ocean stretching endless in front of him.
“Someone could see—” he rasps.
“No one’s here.” I push against him, grinding slowly. “And even if they were, I’d still fuck youjustlike this.”
He lets out a broken sound, his head dropping forward, his body arching back into me. The sunlight gilds off every inch of him, sweat shining down his spine, muscles trembling under my hands.
“Fuck,Julian,” I mutter against his ear, biting the shell of it as I shove his legs wider. “Look at you…spread out on your new yacht, dripping down your chair,beggingme to ruin you.”
“I’m not begging—” he tries, but the words cut off in a choked moan as I drive into him, each thrust rocking the chair back on its legs. His body jerks against the railing, cock pressed against the wood, dripping, smearing precum across the polished surface. He’s a fucking mess—sweat, spit, liquor still sticky on his chest—and it’s driving me insane.
“God, Nico—harder—” he chokes, his knuckles whitening around the rail.
I fist his hair, yanking his head back so he has no choice but to arch. His mouth falls open, desperate, begging without words. I slam into him so deep he nearly sobs.
“That’s it, piccolino,”I growl against his throat, biting hard enough to leave a mark. “Take it. Takeevery fucking inch.”
He’s trembling, his cock sliding against the railing with every brutal thrust. The sound of those wrecked, broken moans is enough to make me lose my mind. I wrap a hand around his throat with just enough pressure to remind him exactly who he belongs to.
“You feel that?” I rasp, slamming into him again. “This cock. This ring on your finger. You’remine.”
“Yes—yes,fuck—I’m yours—” he gasps, his voice cracking, his thighs shaking.
I squeeze harder, dragging my other hand down his stomach until I grip his cock, stroking him rough, matching the rhythm of my hips. His knees nearly buckle.
“Come for me, Julian,”I snarl into his ear. “Come on this fucking yacht with my cock buried deep inside you, so every time you step out here, you rememberexactlywho owns you.”
He shatters with a strangled cry, hot and messy over the railing, his body clenching so tight around me I can barely keep control. I slam once, twice more before spilling deep inside him with a guttural curse, grinding against him until we’re both shaking.
He slumps forward, gasping against the railing, sweat dripping down his back. I press against him, breathing hard, my hand over his ring where it glints in the sunlight.
“Careful,” I murmur, sliding my palm down the railing. “You’re gonna leave stains all over your new yacht.”
He groans, shoving at me weakly. “God, you’re disgusting.”
I lick my hand just to watch him glare. “Mmm. Tastes like mine.”
His face burns. “You’re such a fucking bastard.”
“Correction,” I say smoothly, grabbing his chin so he has to meet my gaze. “I’myourbastard.” I kiss him hard, slow, until he melts despite himself.
When I pull back, his eyes are hazy, lips swollen. He tries to scowl, but it’s weak at best. “You better clean that railing, Vitale. I’m not walking out here tomorrow and seeing—”
I interrupt with a sharp laugh. “Oh, no, cucciolo. That stays. Every time you see it, you’re gonna remember how hard I fucked you right here, with the sun shining and the waves crashing. Consider it mysignature.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And yet you married me.” I grin, brushing my thumb over the ring glinting on his finger. “Face it, youlikebeing ruined.”
His mouth opens like he’s about to argue, but instead he bites his lip and looks away, too flushed to hide it.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, nipping at his ear. “My filthy,beautifulhusband.”
“I hate you,” he murmurs.
“Liar.” I grab his wrist, spinning him into my chest before he can escape.“Say it again.”
He narrows his eyes, but his voice comes out lower, almost breathless. “…I hate you.”
