Page 124 of Their Master

Smith’s laughter interrupted his smooth rhythm and he lowered his feet and began to stand.

Luke shook his head and pointed to the floor with his free hand, snapping his fingers. “Hands and knees. Crawl to me.”

The flush that darkened the other man’s face as he assumed the servile position was like a sip of the finest brandy.

“Slowly,” Luke instructed. He wanted to savor this.

The muscles in Smith’s shoulders and back shifted enticingly beneath his sweat-sheened skin. Luke shivered under his intent stare; the stare of a carnivore closing in on its prey.

“Up on your knees,” Luke said when Smith was almost on the toes of his shoes.

When Smith complied, Luke pumped his cock in his face.

“Tongue my slit.”

Smith’s eyes smoldered as he extended the pointed tip of his tongue, penetrating the bead of moisture and pushing into the tiny hole.

Luke released an explosive groan, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight. “You love having a cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

Smith’s eyes blazed and he nodded.

Luke smirked and the monster that slumbered most of the time woke up and flexed its muscles, ready to play.

“That’s enough,” he said when his balls began to tighten. He fisted Smith’s hair and jerked his head back. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Make it good,” he warned.

He hissed when Smith took him deep, sucking him hard enough to hurt. “Hands off your prick,” he ordered. “You’ll come when I tell you—ifI tell you. If you’re a good boy.” He chuckled evilly. “Now, quit fucking about and suck me like you mean it.”

The way Smith’s eyes rolled back in his head, Luke knew he’d be a very good boy, indeed.

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Smith could not fall asleep. He turned on his side, resting his head in his hand and looked at Luke’s slumbering body beside him.

Tonight had been delicious. He enjoyed the spectacular transformation that took place inside the normally quiet, submissive man when he was given leave to pursue his fantasies.

He wondered if Luke knew how terrifying he appeared when he became cruel, cold, and brutal. It was hard to believe he was the same person. Although he supposed some people—the few who had seen both sides of Smith—would say the same of him.

But he didn’t want to think about that right now.

Instead, he thought about Luke’s face in the gymnasium earlier, when he’d been staring at Smith, who’d been shamelessly performing for him.

What Moira had always teased him about was true: hewasterribly vain.

Moira.

Smith had worked hard to control his thoughts about the woman these past few months. After all, there could be nothing between them other than—hopefully—a mutually respectful relationship as parents in the future.

He knew that sending her away looked cold and unfeeling.

Nora and Edward and Malcolm had told him so repeatedly. But they only knew what they saw. And what they saw was, in the most cliched of terms, the tip of an iceberg.

Not only could Smith never bring himself to trust her again, but he had murdered her father—after she had begged him to show mercy. Each of those things, alone, was enough to keep them apart.

And then there were the other, more private, and more painful reasons.

Although he suspected that the human heart could recover from any damage or pain, he was not interested in testing that theory.

Quite honestly, Smith could not get past the fact that she gave him up to theComtewithout even trying to speak to him.

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