Grave Dissonance – Rhythm And Tempo Read Online Mila Crawford

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
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“Don’t you get it?” Marley says. “I’ll drag you down with me. I’ll hurt you. The life you love will become broken, battered, and bruised.”

Marley’s hands grip my arm, his fingers digging in viciously. I smile at how he’s left more than one mark on me, how Marley seems to enjoy leaving his presence on my flesh. My cock surges to life as I witness the control he grips so tightly slowly beginning to unwind and the lust he craves taking over.

“I’ll let your fingers be the brush strokes turning my body blue and purple if it means I get all of you.” Marley’s fingers pinch my flesh, but he makes no other attempts at movement. My fingers glide down his body until I grip both my dick and his in the palm of my hand. Marley lets out a guttural groan, one of torment and necessity. A second groan falls from his mouth, the sound of an animal at the brink of starvation before finally feeding. His eyes shutter closed and his lips slightly part.

CHAPTER 13

Marley

Iggy deserves the truth, but every time I attempt to force the words out my throat burns like it’s on fire. I don’t talk about the past. Somehow I’ve convinced myself that if I keep the darkness locked up in the prison cell of my mind, I can manage.

People don’t need to know how every step I take is methodical, or once I follow through on a decision, instantly I think it will cause an apocalypse. The reason I’ve never had relationships is twofold; the first being I know the kind of hell it is to deal with my irrational mind and, two, I am terrified loving someone will cause an avalanche I cannot save myself from. Emotions can cause so much turmoil for me, and I’m not equipped to deal with any of it.

A rush of air floods my lungs as I inhale deeply, briefly forgetting the struggle before me. Iggy’s eyes lock on mine as if trying to discern knowledge I don’t feel I possess.

“I’m broken,” I whisper.

My confession has the opposite effect to what I intended. Iggy leans forward and brushes his lips along my neck. “I’ll put you back together.”

I silence all the words littering my mind as the friction from Iggy’s cock against mine increases.

“I want you more than I want food, water, or air,” Iggy growls in my ear.

Iggy pushes off me and smiles. There’s a gleam of mischief in his blue irises. He pulls his hand away from our dicks and instantly, I miss the connection and the heat of his touch.

“Trust me,” Iggy whispers.

His hand moves down my dick like a silk glove before connecting the tips of our cockheads together. He spits down on our joined dicks and rubs our leaking pre-cum before gently tugging at his foreskin.

“Fuck,” I moan.

“Spit on our dicks. Lube us up, baby.”

I follow his command, spitting down on our cocks. Iggy pulls his foreskin up his dick before covering my cockhead with his free hand. The sensation is rough and mind-blowing. He covers our dicks with his hand, jerking us off in unison.

“Jesus,” my head hits the wall with a thud, “it’s like I’m fuckin’ your dick.”

Iggy bends down, his teeth grazing my neck before he sucks my flesh. He’s rough and I know there will be a hickey there in the morning. “You are. You’re also gonna be a good boy and give me a load of hot cum. I want you to fuck my dick like it’s a pussy and fill me.”

“Fuck,” I moan at the filth racing out of his mouth. My hands grip the hair on the back of his head and I turn us around, slamming his frame against the wall.

“Your dick piercings are fucking unbelievable,” Iggy says before I cover his mouth with mine.

The kiss is frantic, desperate, and needy. It’s a lashing of tongues and the nibbling of lips. It’s a kiss ignited by passion and lust. No one has ever turned me on like Iggy. Not once since I started having sex has it been an all-consuming fire like it is with him. I know this can’t last, not if I want him in my life forever, but right now, in this moment, I allow those intrusive thoughts to slip away and I take what my body demands.

“Pick a safe word, Iggy.”

“Banana.”

“Do you have lube?”

“Yes, there is a small bottle in the front of my jeans.”

My jaw tics and I feel the vapid burning of jealousy in the pit of my stomach at the notion he’s been with anyone other than me.

“Who did you fuck today?” I grit between clenched teeth. My hand curls around Iggy’s throat and I squeeze. “I don’t want you fucking anyone but me.”

Iggy nods and I release his throat. “You sure sound possessive for a man claiming he didn’t want this a moment ago.”


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