Page 71 of The Beast of Ashwood Manor

“I won’t come to your room tonight, Cale. My mood is dark, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“How would you hurt me?”

“If I take you now, I may not be able to control myself with how I handle you.”

Nodding, Cale took a few breaths. “Can’t I at least kiss you before I go?”

My eye twitched. Yes, of course I wanted him, but I didn’t want to hurt him, and if I kissed him now with how aggressive I felt inside from that monster, I’d hurt him for sure. “No,” I said.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he declared. “I trust how you handle me.”

I grabbed his jaw and glared at him, but I couldn’t push him away. As the seconds ticked by of us staring at one another, Cale lunged forward and crushed his lips to mine.

Grabbing his shoulders, I pressed myself to him, opening my mouth to feel his tongue against mine, and my body grew hot. That monster wanted him, craved him, as much as I did.

My hand found Cale’s hair, and my fingers twisted in his tendrils, making him gasp as I yanked his head back. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Cale,” I muttered, my voice rough.

“I’m not asking,” Cale whined. “I’mbeggingyou.”

Looking down, my eyes trailed over the loose collar of his shirt, and I licked my lips as I noticed the curve of his neck in the moonlight that streamed in from the windows lining the stairwell. Taking the front of his shirt in my hands, I ripped it off, the buttons popping.

He raised an eyebrow and plastered himself against the wall, looking unsure now.

Seizing his belt, I yanked him to me, and he let out a breath. “Last time,” I said. “Are you sure you want this?”

His eyes found mine, and a smile curved on his lips. “I am undeniably sure that I want every bit of what you’re going to give me.”

I grabbed his head and pulled him against my lips, and he opened his mouth for me instantly. I took his bottom lip in my mouth and sucked it, then I kissed along his chin, sucking every piece of skin I could capture until I tasted the rush of his blood coming to the surface. All along his neck, I left a trail of marks, and each time I lingered on a spot, he gasped and pressed me against him.

Does he like this?

My hands found the cheeks of his backside, and I drew his trousers down enough to squeeze them.

He pulled at my shirt, managing to get a few buttons undone, but I turned him around before he could finish and pushed him down onto the stairs.

He landed with a grunt on his hands and knees, trying to get up—no—trying to position himself. I saw him look back at me with those dark eyes, and I released my stiff cock from my trousers, letting the fabric pool around my ankles as I bent behind him. Spreading his cheeks apart, I spit right at the crease, and it ran down to his hole. I pushed my finger inside, and he puffed out a breath.

“You want me to fuck you?” I placed my hand on his shoulder and pulled him up until his back was against my chest. “Or do you want me to send you back to your room?”

“I . . . I want you to fuck me,” he breathed. “Please.”

It was all I needed. After one more spit into my hand, I pushed him back down and pressed my cock against him, leaning over him. It was an awkward position on the stairs, but I was ready to fuck him and fill him with my seed.

I thrusted into him deeply, quickly, but despite my rough nature with him, I placed my hand beneath his face so that he didn’t scrape it against the stone, and he grabbed my hand, squeezing my fingers as he panted.

“Yes,” he whispered. “It feels good, Gil.”

Judging by the constant winces he gave, I doubted it, but perhaps he was feeling something else in there besides pain.

He leaned up, but my quick thrusts nearly sent him back down, and as his heat embraced my cock, squeezing it, I panted, not sure how much I could take. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip, moving him against me when he slowed down. I gazed at him, seeing it was hard for him to keep going like this on the stairs.

Winding my arm around his chest, I pulled him up and over until I was on my back and he was on top of me, his back still against my chest. I managed to stay inside him, and I let out a breath as I continued to thrust into him as deep as I could go from this angle.

Cale grabbed my hands, moving one of them down to his member, and I grabbed him and squeezed, making him cry out with pleasure.

I pressed my free hand over his mouth. “Do you want the others to hear us?”

He responded with a loud moan that echoed off the walls, which only made me laugh, and I removed my hand to clasp his forehead, pressing him into the curve of my neck. The edges of the stairs cut into my back, but I kept on, determined to spill inside him like the filthy animal I felt I was.

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