Page 18 of Bittersweet Revenge (Sins of the Father #1)

Dean

I have no idea what the hell I’m doing. It’s like spending time with Tiernan brings out a darker, possessive side of me, one that’s always been there, in the deepest corners of myself, locked behind this invisible wall I constructed.

I tried to hide it, kept it behind bars, without even realizing I was doing it, but somehow, Tiernan found it.

Somehow, he has the only key.

And now that I’ve been set free, I doubt that part of me can ever be buried again.

Leaning down, I bite his lip, making him gasp, but he doesn’t let that distract him. The press of Tiernan’s hands lands at my hips, fierce and quick. Before I can do anything about it, he flips us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.

I grab the back of his head and try to pull him down so I can kiss him, but Tiernan fights me, grabbing my arms and trying to press them to the bed.

My hips buck forward, trying to throw him off me, but it doesn’t work.

“Motherfucker,” I grit out.

“I’ll kiss you when I want to kiss you. You’re not being a very good boy.”

He’s as hard as I am, his cock jutting out and pointing at me. I thrust forward again, then jerk my hand away and wrap it around his shaft, giving him a stroke.

“Fuuuck.” He moans.

“You want my mouth. I know you do.” His dick is so fucking hot in my hand. He throbs against my palm, like I can feel the life inside him through his cock. “I wanted to suck you off the other day. I jerked off thinking about it, about swallowing you down, about you fucking my throat.”

“Christ.” He drops his head back, biting into that same bottom lip that I can still taste, and as much as I hate to admit it, the sight of him gets me so hard, my head spins.

We both crave power, and there’s something incredibly potent about making him lose control, about seeing him forget to fight me because he’s losing himself in my touch, in my hand on his shaft as I stroke him, Tiernan making hungry, needy sounds for me.

It’s the distraction I need to flip us, putting him on his back against his black and white bedding.

Tiernan curses, moves to try to grapple with me, but stops as soon as I bend forward and swallow his thick cock. He melts beneath me.

“Goddamn it. You don’t play fuckin’ fair.”

I smile with his dick in my mouth.

He smells musky, this heady scent of masculine, salty skin.

He tastes the same, and I’m addicted to it, working his shaft with my mouth and hand in unison.

I take him deep, want this to be the best fucking blowjob he’s ever had.

Want to know that Tiernan O’Shea will never come again and not compare it to the way I make him feel.

I don’t fight him off when he holds the sides of my head, tilts it up slightly so when I angle my eyes up, I’m meeting his gaze.

“You’re so hot. I want to fucking own you.

” His hips snap up, Tiernan fucking into my mouth like we both know I’m going to let him do to my ass.

I want him inside me, want to know it’s my body making him feel this way.

Want him to crave me the same way he craves power.

I want to be a drug for him because goddamned if I don’t think he’s going to be one for me.

He makes my eyes water, and I hate that I love it.

My nails dig into his hips as I take everything Tiernan can give me, this, being with him, making me feel more alive than anything ever has.

It’s like I’d been in the dark and didn’t know it, like I’ve been asleep and now I’m awake.

I’m not an idiot. This isn’t love, but it is a base need.

He is desire and passion and all these things I never knew could make your blood rush faster and your nerve endings spark.

“Dean…shit…I’m gonna come. You have to pull off, or I’m gonna come.”

Hearing him so urgent, so crazed with desire for me, makes my world spin, makes light dance behind my eyes, and this surge of dominance nearly sweeps me the fuck away. But I keep going, keep choking on his dick until he’s a shaking, trembling mess beneath me.

At the last possible moment, I pull back, grabbing his balls, smile down at a sweaty, panting Tiernan, and say, “You don’t get to come until I’m ready, little lord.”

“Fuck you,” he says breathlessly, stealing the two words I always have for him. He pulls me to him and slams our mouths together. We rut against each other, tongues demanding entrance, both of us fighting to control the kiss, while our slick bodies move in unison.

I nearly lose my rhythm when Tiernan’s strong hands move to my ass, kneading my cheeks, then spreading them apart and circling my rim with the tip of a finger.

A sound of need sneaks from my mouth to his, Tiernan swallowing it down. I feel him smile into the kiss, knowing I want him so fucking badly.

Before I can comprehend what’s happening, he’s rolling me off him, and fuck him for the fact that I’m not fighting back. He pushes me down to my stomach, then lies on top of me, chest against my back, the way I’d done to him at the door.

“Let me mark your pretty skin.” His lips dance gently against my shoulder.

My eyes drift closed at the feel of his groin rubbing against my ass, my body light, like the pressure that’s always there has been released, even if just for the moment.

It’s strange because I seek control and somehow I find it with Tiernan, and when I drop my head to the side, it should feel like I’m losing it, but it doesn’t.

He’s cold and mean and no doubt a murderer.

He sells drugs and treats people like shit, but he’s only willing to take what I give him.

Tiernan’s mouth drops to where my shoulder meets my neck, the wet suction only there because I’m giving it to him, and there is so much fucking power in that.

I rut my dick against the bed, Tiernan rubbing his cock down my crease while sucking a bruise into my skin. My eyes roll back. I’m fucking floating in this world I don’t recognize, one that hadn’t been real before.

I gasp when he rips his mouth off me, wanting more of it, loving the throb of blood pulling to the surface.

“Shh. No worries, fighter. I’m not done with you yet.

” Tiernan reaches over, grabs the lube and slicks his fingers, and then he’s sucking another spot on my throat again.

He uses his legs to spread mine, slips his hand between us and pushes a finger past my rim, slowly fucking it in and out, going deeper and deeper each time.

“Fuck.” My hands grip the pillows, searching for purchase while he gives me what I want but can’t ask for.

“I knew you’d have a nice, tight ass.” Bite. “Knew you’d give it to me.” Another bite. “Gonna fuck you all night. Roll you over and take you over and over again.”

“Do it,” I order.

“Patience.”

And then he’s biting and sucking and marking me again, at the same time opening me up with first one finger, then two, twisting when he pushes in, making sure to massage my prostate.

Each time it’s like he shoots me higher and higher, almost like I’m not in my body anymore.

I’m in this world where nothing matters but pleasure, though I know it will all come crumbling down around me.

That I’ll detonate the bomb that explodes our whole fucking world.

“You like this, don’t you? You fight all day every day, but then you come apart for me. Only fucking me. No one else makes you lose it like this, do they?”

They don’t, but I’m sure as shit not telling him that. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“When have you ever felt this good? Why do you want it over so quickly? You don’t think you deserve it?”

Alarm bells go off inside my head. He’s not supposed to see that. I’m not supposed to feel that. I squeeze my eyes shut, but it does nothing to block out Tiernan’s words.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me,” Tiernan grits out. The stretch in my ass grows, the fullness intensifying as he works another finger into me. “I should kill you for it. You should run from me after hearing that, but neither of us will do what we’re supposed to do.”

You don’t know why I’m here. I’m going to ruin your life. I’m going to steal your father from you, even if I die in the process.

“Stop talking,” I demand.

“You’re mine now until I say otherwise.”

An argument doesn’t come, instead words that stab my father in the back. “Then you’re fucking mine too.”

Tiernan curses, and then his fingers are gone. His weight lifts off me, every nerve inside me craving it back.

He grabs a condom and rips it open with his teeth. “Get on your hands and knees.”

And for this moment, the fight is gone. I hunger for him too much.

I get into position as Tiernan lubes up his dick. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t ease me into it, just presses the head of his dick against my hole, pushes slightly, then snaps his hips forward.

“Harder,” immediately falls from my lips.

Tiernan grabs my hips, pressing with enough strength to leave bruises, then pulls out and thrusts into me hard and fast again.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just hammers into me like he promised, like I need.

I push back to meet him, still fisting the pillows.

My body is still adjusting too, he’s thick, filling me almost to the point of pain, but it’s a reminder that I’m alive, when I’ve never wanted a reminder before.

“Look at you. Your ass is fucking begging for it. I knew you wanted to be my good boy, knew you’d love taking my dick. It’s like your ass was made for me.”

Here, with him, right now, I almost believe him.

Tiernan wraps his arms around me and pulls me up so my back is flush against his chest. He still fucks into me, the sound of our sex loud and primal in the room. The way our bodies slap together, the growls and needy sounds we both make…it’s the greatest rush.

He grabs my head, turns it to the side and kisses me, tongue pushing into my mouth, dick ravaging my ass, and I crave every fucking second of it. I’m dying for more.

Tiernan knocks my hand away when I wrap it around my shaft. He takes me in hand instead, working my dick with fast, skilled strokes.

The room spins, the whole damn world tilting on its axis.

Between my ass, my dick, and the way he’s kissing me, it’s all too much, like it short-circuits my body, fries my insides.

I push against him, wrap one arm up and behind me so it’s around his shoulders.

The second my orgasm rips through me, I bite his lip.

Tiernan’s movements become jerkier, but he doesn’t stop fucking, doesn’t stop working the huge load out of my balls, his hand slick with my cum. And when there’s nothing left for me to give, he eases away just enough so I can see him rub his chest, his throat, covering himself in my cum.

My nostrils flare, jaw tight. I can’t stop myself from spilling the truth. “Come on me. Make me smell like you too. I fucking hate you for making me want it.”

He grins, darkly, dangerously. “I hate you too.”

Tiernan pulls out, tugs the condom off, then pushes me down to my stomach. His hand furiously works his shaft, my cum helping slick the way. Seconds later the first spurt hits my ass, my back, and then he’s turning me slightly to the side so he can finish by shooting all over my stomach.

Tiernan doesn’t take his gaze off me as he rubs his release into my skin, then falls down beside me, arm slung over his eyes, still wearing his smile, unaware of the torment that’s about to engulf me.

I really do want to own him.

To possess him.

But the worst part is, I really want to give myself to him too.

And I don’t know how to be okay with it, but know I won’t change it, and that he’ll be the one to avenge his father after I put a bullet through Sloan’s head.

Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Maybe that’s how this shit keeps going on. And I’m okay with that. It’s not as if I have much to hold on to anyway, not as if this thing between us is real. Especially after he finds out who I am.

I’ll kill his father.

Then Tiernan will kill me.

I want it to be him.