Page 18 of Collision of Winters (Hillcroft Group #4)

Motherfucker, the way his already hungry stare ignited with submission would live rent-free in my brain for as long as I drew breath. He didn’t hesitate for a second. He squirmed around and dropped down, sucking my cock into his mouth as if his life depended on it.

Christ, just like that. I grunted and pushed deeper, and I leaned forward to slip two fingers between his ass cheeks. He turned a little to give me better access, and I rewarded him by easing a finger inside him.

Inside Kayden . I shivered, not necessarily from the cold.

He sucked me strongly and wetly, and I groaned when he took me to the back of his throat.

“Right there—that’s where I belong.” I fisted his hair and started fucking his mouth, and the boy moaned around me.

My baby brother, my boy, my little one. “Fuck.” I gnashed my teeth and pulled away abruptly.

And before he was ready, I manhandled him into position for me.

Back on all fours, hands hitting the wet ground.

He yelped as I slapped my cock against his bottom, and I rubbed it over his tight hole.

He was already panting—and whimpering. A sound that drove me fucking insane.

Slow inch by slow inch, I forced myself inside him, and he tensed up and pushed back.

“Ow,” he gasped. “More, please—ouch, fuck. Ow!”

“Take it.” I spoke through clenched teeth and thrust forward another inch or two. “I want you to hurt for me—and only me.”

I couldn’t look away. I stared hungrily as my cock disappeared deeper and deeper into him, cementing our future. I was going to be possessive as fuck of him.

“Jesus fuck,” I breathed. All in. Balls deep.

Urgency surged within me, and I didn’t give him much time to adjust. I eased out only to push in once more.

Back and forth, over and over, with my pelvis smacking against his pale bottom, I fucked him to hurt him, to claim him, and to feed my sadism with his breathless cries.

It turned out, he was a crier. And a beggar.

“Hurt me more,” he croaked. “I need it.”

I dug my fingertips into his hips and forced him to meet my thrusts by pulling him back roughly on me, and it stripped him of the last remnants of composure. His groaned screams pierced the air and filled my lungs with power and greed.

All fucking mine—he wasn’t going anywhere. He’d be mine to own, to rapefuck, to discipline, to spoil, to…to take care of.

I pushed up his jacket, revealing half his back—in a perfect fucking arch—and I raked my blunt fingernails along his spine.

“Ow! Mother of fuck!” he sobbed.

I exhaled harshly and tilted my head back, and I kept pounding his sweet ass.

Rain smattered across my face. Every breath misted in the air.

He was goddamn perfect.

Even when he was in pain, he sought out more.

I gave it to him.

And a little bit more than that.

I wanted him so out of breath that the air got stuck in his throat.

Liquid hot pleasure surged through me, and I yanked him back against me. “Fuck yourself on my cock, little one.”

He let out a pained wailing sound, his head falling back on my shoulder.

“On-only,” he cried. “Only Daddy c-can rape me like this.”

I cursed through a loud groan, and I was suddenly swept away by fantasies of future days together. How I’d wake him up with my cock, how I’d choke him out, how I’d make him beg for his next breath.

“Only Daddy,” I growled against his neck.

He sniffled and hiccupped around a sob, and I shifted one hand to his front. I dug into his briefs and found him hard as a rock and leaking pre-come.

“You dirty little fuck,” I whispered, out of breath. “Tell me who I am, blue.”

“Daddy,” he choked. “Daddy. I need you to be my Daddy, Wade. Please, please, p-please.”

It was my turn to feel goose bumps all fucking over.

“That’s right. I’m Daddy.” I sank my teeth into his neck, and I squeezed him wherever I could.

His hip, his cock, his sides. I couldn’t stop touching him, marking him, dragging my nails all over him.

I pinched his skin, testing his sensitive spots, I kneaded his flesh, and I couldn’t get close enough.

We met in a messy, wild kiss, and he both cried and moaned as I stroked him.

Quick movements, matching the pace he fucked himself on me.

“I’m gonna give you so many bruises, little one.”

He whimpered and did his best to cling to me, despite the awkward position of his back being to my front. His fingers in my hair—he got a solid grip there, and it stung like a bitch.

“You’ll bleed for Daddy, won’t you?”

He nodded jerkily and choked on a breath. “C-close.”

So that did it.

He was my fucking dream come true, and I hadn’t seen it. He’d been there all along.

Panting and unable to withhold my groans, I nudged him forward one last time, and he took over, stroking his cock quickly, evidently not giving a fuck that the side of his head landed in mud.

“Owww!” he sobbed.

Harder, faster, harder, faster. The buildup turned me into a madman on a high, and I didn’t wanna come down. I struck his bottom as hard as I could, and the water from melted snow provided the best smacking sound.

When he came, he was a perfect, blubbering mess. Through choked cries, breathless moans, and a desperate scream, he was off.

My mouth watered. Next time he got off, I wanted to see it properly, taste it, and smear it all over his beautiful face.

My Kayden.

I surrendered to my own climax a few beats later, and it was instant silence in my mind. The pleasure took over completely, consuming every fiber of my body. I had a single thought going on repeat, prolonging my bliss, and it was the fact that I was coming in Kayden’s ass.

All lines, crossed.

Little by little, Kayden’s sounds snuck up on me, and each sniffle gave the Sadist in me a shove back into his box. A whole other side of me was about to take the reins, and I hoped Kayden didn’t find that part suffocating.

I withdrew from him carefully and made quick work of tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up. Then I gently hauled Kayden toward me, and I helped him with his clothes.

I kissed his neck. “Time to get warm.”

He whimpered and nodded and wiped at his cheeks, one of which was streaked with mud. “I’ll stop crying soon.”

“Not before you’ve let it all out,” I murmured. “You just let me take care of things, okay?”

“Okay,” he cried.

Sweet boy. I pressed another kiss to his skin, and then I rose to my feet with a grunt. Goddamn, my hip didn’t love me at the moment.

I held Kayden to me and began ushering him back to the four-wheeler.