Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Jesus,” he groans. “Do that again.”
Revving my throat like a fucking Harley, I let the vibrations enter the equation. He loves it because he starts fucking my throat with abandon. It burns and bruises, but I want the violence of it. A roar crawls out of him, echoing in the room as his cock begins pulsating. His seed, hot and plentiful, gushes down my throat. I swallow, gulping it all down until he’s spent and his dick slows its twitching.
“Lube,” I bark out as I pull away, lifting my gaze to meet his.
He’s wrecked. Pink cheeks. Parted lips. Eyes closed. A smile tugs at my lips as I rise to my feet. The urge to touch him overpowers the need to fuck him. At least, in this moment. I cup his cheek in my palm, running my tattooed thumb over his pillowy lips. Blue eyes snap open, snaring me with such an intense stare I can feel it in deep, shadowed parts of my soul. A little warmth for the chilly darkness.
“Did you like that?”
He nods, leaning his head into my touch. I don’t know if he realizes it or if it’s involuntary. Regardless, I like the way he responds to me. Like he can’t ignore the overwhelming need any more than I can.
“I’m going to fuck you, Cove. Tell me you want this.”
His brows crash together. “Do I have a choice?”
I pull back, ice chasing away the heat. I’m dragged back to the past. When Night Giant commanded me like a dog and I fucking obeyed like one. Because of that motherfucker, I did things I don’t want to think about.
This is why I’ll never be able to see my family again.
Cove knows what I’ve done and can barely put up with me. But my family? They would be horrified and disgusted. They would hate the man I’ve become—
“Dragon.”
Arms wrap around me from behind, hugging me and immediately snuffing out my inner hatred. His palms caress my abdominal muscles before sliding into my sweats, seeking out my dick that has begun to soften. All it takes is a few expert strokes over my length to have me hard and needy again.
“Sometimes I’m an asshole when I don’t mean to be. It’s a defense mechanism.” His words are spoken softly against the skin on my back. “I’m sorry.”
“What Night Giant made me do…” I grit out. “Your sister—”
“I know,” Cove interjects. “It was a low blow. We haven’t done anything I haven’t been one hundred percent on board for. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Do you need a safeword?”
Seems pretty stupid, but I’m the epitome of unsafe, so it might make him more comfortable.
“You need a safeword.”
At this, I laugh. “A fucking jokester is what you are.”
“I’m serious,” Cove growls. “Give me a safeword.”
“I could just rip you off of me. I outweigh you and can out-bench you.”
“Wow,” he deadpans. “You really know how to flatter a guy right into bed with those poetic words.”
He pulls away and strips the rest of the way out of his clothes. I watch him without shame, cataloguing every bruise and mark my rough hands and mouth have put on him in the last twenty-four hours.
“You need a safeword,” Cove continues, “for when I’m being a dick and it sends you to whatever dark place you just went to.” He chews on his bottom lip. “It reminded me of when…”
When Night Giant would command me to heel and obey like a good boy. I cringe at the thought of how easily that motherfucker can get right inside my mind. I want to murder him, but he says the right words to turn me into a terrified teenage boy he brutally raped and controlled for years.
“Batman.” I smirk at him. “That’s my safeword.”
“Of course it is. Mine will be Robin.”
It’s stupid because I’m not the type of guy who would ever want to use a safeword, but somehow, having it, makes me feel powerful. Impenetrable. Untouchable. In control.
“Time to fuck, Baby Prospect.”
Cove
He’s arrogant and assumes I’ll do his bidding whenever he wants. But because he melts me with a simple hot stare, I find myself obeying this man. Over and over again. He’s a puppet master holding my strings. I perform for him like it’s my fucking job.
I hate that I do.
But I also love that he makes me.
This thing between us is probably toxic as fuck. I’m going to need hella therapy after this—whenever this thing ends.
It will end.
All good things come to an end.
This is a very bad thing, though. Does that mean it’ll last forever?
Dragon captures my lips with a fiery kiss that has me clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. We tumble into bed, his massive, muscular body crushing me to the mattress. I moan between kisses and quickly turn to pleading as his lips leave mine to tease along my jaw and to my neck.