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Not ever.

He spread his legs to ease the thundering pressure building inside of him, and he held his head high. He gritted his teeth and let only stunted moans leave his lips, refusing to give Jupiter the privilege of hearing his pleasure.

Jupiter growled, his powerful pace finally stuttering to a dramatic close as he came.

Trev sagged into the bed and panted, offering a soft whimper as Jupiter filled him. His dick longed for attention, and he lazily rubbed his erection into the bed. “Please. Please, I want to come.”

“Please, what?” Jupiter asked huskily, dragging his lips along the shell of Trev’s ear.

“Please, sir.”

“What a good boy. Look at that. You can be taught.” Jupiter chuckled and reached beneath Trev to grab his cock. He remained buried balls deep inside of Trev as he stroked him, continuing to taunt, “When you come, you’ll know it’s only because I’m allowing it, baby doll. Because right now… you’re mine.”

“Sir… yes, sir!” Trev moaned wantonly as he let the sweet wave of bliss finally overtake him, and his cock pulsed until the room spun. He thrust into Jupiter’s tight grip until he had nothing left to give, and he shuddered when Jupiter pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“A very good boy.” Jupiter sounded like he was smirking.

That beautiful bastard.

After Jupiter pulled out, Trev actually needed a few moments to collect himself. His cheeks were sore, his hole tender, and he was surprisingly sweaty. He managed to roll onto his side to strike a seductive pose and regain his confident smile, asking sweetly, “So, does the good boy get dinner?”

“Dinner?” Jupiter laughed. He’d gotten up from the bed and was cleaning himself up with a towel from the bedside cabinet.

“You did mention dinner, sir,” Trev reminded him. “And you don’t know how long you’re keeping me here.”

Jupiter glanced around the room warily.

Trev’s heart thumped.

Jupiter was suspicious, but he looked right past the hidden window and to the door as if to verify that was the only way in or out. “Fine.” He handed Trev a fresh towel. “But I’m locking you in. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Trev smiled innocently as he wiped himself down.

“Need anything else?”

“If you’re taking requests, a bag of frozen peas and a martini. Extra olives.” Trev winked. “I promise not to turn into a pumpkin while you’re gone.”

Jupiter snorted. “I’ll be back in ten minutes. Do not get any cute ideas about trying to leave, baby doll. I’d hate to have to punish you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, sir.”

“You’re really quite something, Trevanion.” Jupiter laughed. He cupped Trev’s cheek, musing, “Depending on how this all shakes out, I might just have to keep you for myself.”

“Oh? So you won’t give me away to the big, bad Boss Cold?” Trev’s tone was teasing, but it was a genuine dig for more information. Some men were more chatty after an orgasm, though he doubted Jupiter was one of them.

Jupiter smiled and patted Trev’s cheek, saying only, “Behave.”

Called it.

Trev gave Jupiter his sweetest smile, stretching out on the bed as Jupiter headed to the door. He stayed in his languid pose even after Jupiter had left, and he waited to hear the door lock and several moments to pass before he sprang to his feet.

Heart pounding in his ears, Trev quickly put his panties back on and then unzipped his boots. He hurried over to the window and used the stiletto heel to slash at the wallpaper. He tore a hole big enough for his fingers to fit in so he could tear it the rest of the way by hand to reveal the window.

“Fuck yes,” Trev hissed triumphantly. “Let’s fuckin’ go, bitch.”

He put his boots back on and then hurried to open the window. It was a tight squeeze, but he was able to wiggle through. As soon as his heels hit the pavement outside, he bolted.

It was time for the next phase of his escape plan—getting out of Perry City and praying that he never laid eyes on Jupiter Prospero again.