Page 61 of Broken Obsession

He cupped his left cheek aggressively, splaying his fingers and squeezing like he was trying to burst a balloon. Eden objected, but that only made him squeeze harder. Lucifer followed the abuse up with a slap, the sound of flesh hitting flesh a loud crack in the room, the echo mixing with the sound of Eden’s sob.

Ares did it again, pulling his mouth away, lifting onto his knees behind Eden so he could get a look at what he was doing to him. The third whack came with more strength, enough to rock Eden forward and threaten to send him toppling, but Ares grabbed onto his waist, pulling him back with one fierce tug.

Directly onto his waiting cock.

All nine inches speared through Eden in one go, penetrating deeper than anything had ever gone. It felt like being stabbed in the gut, the piercing pain exploding within him, only for it to turn to a stinging, dwindling discomfort after only a few plunges of that thick cock.

True to Ares’ threats, Eden’s body adjusted to accommodate his invasion. With every thrust, the Black Hart carved a space for himself, pushing Eden’s body to reform around his shape or risk being torn.

Ares fucked him vehemently into the couch, molding his insides to his liking, stripping Eden’s mind of anything and everything that wasn’t purely the Black Hart’s doing. The entire couch rocked and wobbled, the legs scraping against the floorboards with every violent strike.

Eden’s head hung over the armrest, eyes clouded over as he stared mindlessly at a scuffed wooden panel. Drool dripped from his gaping mouth, but he didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed about being reduced to a literalslobbering mess. His nails dug into the upholstery on the side of the old piece of furniture, seeking both to keep himself from falling and as an outlet for relief from the overflow of sensations flooding his system.

He'd never experienced anything like this before, could tell he wouldn’t be able to walk on his own without help tomorrow already.

“Slower,” he managed to get the single word out once the feeling of having the tip of Ares’ cock blowing open a space inside Eden that was meant to remain closed got to be too much to bear. “Please. Just a little. Slower.”

Ares’ reply was to spank him on the same ass cheek that had been bruised.

And then pound him even harder.

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If this was a test of endurance, Ares was passing with flying colors. And if it turned into a performance report, well…What did Father know about fucking anyway? The only thing the old man had claimed was a label as a madman and a bullet to the brain.

The murky, shadowy figure standing in the doorway to the bedroom appeared to be watching them, though there were no facial features to help Ares know for sure. Wherever Father had ended up, it wasn’t on this plane of existence. He couldn’t touch him, talk to him.

Hurt him.

He could hover there and bear witness to his son claiming the Starling all he wanted, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

Ares laughed and screwed Eden with more aggression, pouring all his frustrations and hunger into the movements of his hips as he split the voice actor open on his ridged cock.

It was working. With each glimpse of that ring of muscle desperately clinging to his pulsing member, the shadow figure grew lighter and lighter. Within minutes, it was gone entirely, Ares far too entranced by the man sobbing beneath him to cling to parallel timelines or other universes or whatever the fuck else there could be.

His reality narrowed down to wet heat, a tight cavern, love marks blooming across honeyed skin…The soft cries and whimpers from the man partially hanging over the edge of the couch.

Curious, Ares reached between them, cupping Eden’s dick. He was soaked, sticky, ropes of come dangling from his slit.

“When did you orgasm?” he asked absently, not really expecting a response.

Sure enough, if Eden heard him, he gave no reaction other than a moan as Ares swirled his thumb around his spongy crown. The touch was enough to cause him to squirt again, and Ares laughed and drilled into him as deep as he could get.

Keeping himself buried, he collected the Starling and readjusted so that he was sitting with the other man firmly in his lap. Planting his feet to the ground for better purchase, he picked up his thrusts, fucking up into his blown hole, even as he wrapped his arms tightly around Eden and clung to him.

He scraped his teeth against Eden’s nape, wanting him to feel how close he was to that vulnerable area. Needing him to know how easy it would be to break him.

How caring he was being by not doing so.

“Lucifer!” Eden’s tone made it clear he wanted him to stop.

With a growl, Ares used his knees to force Eden’s thighs wider, allowing the angle to alter so his cock could drag against different spots within him.

Eden howled and tried to get away, clawing at Ares’ arms, tipping forward in an attempt to unseat himself.

“Is this part of the game?” Ares asked, pulling him back in, sealing him against his chest. He blew a breath against the curve of Eden’s ear, laughing when he flinched away. “Is this you pretending to resist to keep things interesting?” His mooddarkened somewhat. “Is this how you played with those other lovers?”

“No,” Eden shook his head, “that’s not what this is at all. I just—I need a break!”