Page 100 of Courting the Dragon Prince

And now Onyx would make him pay for his dishonesty.

Onyx threw Luther’s shirt on the floor. Then Onyx reached for Luther’s trousers. He untied them with the same harsh treatment he’d given to all Luther’s other clothing.

“You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you?” Onyx demanded.

Luther stared wide-eyed at Onyx, enraptured by the force of the man before him. His skin flushed. Heat surged through his body, building to a peak in his groin.

Onyx tugged Luther’s trousers down, Luther’s drawers with them. “Answer me, Prince,” Onyx commanded, voice low and gravelly.

“Yes,” Luther breathed. “I did all that. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Onyx shook his head. “It will take more than a mere sorry to right this wrong.” Onyx’s hand pressed against Luther’s chest, pushing him backwards.

Luther stumbled, unable to step because his trousers were around his ankles, getting caught up in his boots. But Onyx gripped his arms, stopping him from falling onto the floor.

Instead, he guided Luther back until his calves hit the settee behind him. Onyx released him, and Luther fell onto his naked backside, staring up at Onyx.

“You wanted to make me jealous. You wanted to annoy me.” Onyx reached down. With rough movements, he lifted Luther’s legs and yanked off Luther’s boots and his trousers. He cast them aside. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

Luther lay sprawled naked on the settee. He nodded.

“You wanted to make me lose my temper. Be overcome by jealous lust. You wanted me to lose control.” Onyx leaned over him, hands braced on the back of the settee on either side of Luther’s head. “But why would you want that?”

Luther’s heavy breathing filled the air.

Onyx cupped Luther’s jaw, grip hard, tipping his head back. “Is it because you wanted me to take what I wanted from you? Did you want me to unleash all my furious desire on you without holding back?”

“Yes,” Luther whispered.

Onyx smiled. “Well, then, I better give you what you wanted, right?”

“Please,” Luther begged, desperate and loving it. Revelling in the feel of Onyx being in charge of him.

Onyx tilted his head. “I wonder what I should do with you first. I wonder how I shall get my revenge for all the lies you’ve told me.” Onyx slid his fingers through Luther’s hair. “Should I take my anger out on your delectable arse? Your mouth?”

“Please.” Luther closed his eyes, moaning as Onyx’s fingers glided through his hair. Onyx’s fingers tightened. “You will tell me to stop if anything is too much or you don’t like something, okay?”

Luther’s mouth fell open as he sucked in air. He groaned as he tugged against Onyx’s fingers buried in his hair.

“Luther?” Onyx tilted Luther’s head back, fingers tightening. “Open your eyes.”

Luther obeyed, staring up once again at Onyx.

“You will tell me to stop if anything is too much or you don’t like something, okay?” Onyx repeated, voice firm.

Luther tried to nod. But Onyx’s hand in his hair still held him in place. “Okay,” he whispered.

Onyx stared down into his eyes. “What do you say if it is too much?”

“Stop,” Luther said obediently.

Onyx nodded. He smiled. “Good boy.”

Luther breathed out, warmth spreading through him at Onyx’s words.

“You’ve got such plump lips.” Fingers still buried in Luther’s hair, Onyx reached down. He undid his own belt, metal clinking. Then he unbuttoned his leather trousers. He tugged his long, hard cock free, angling the tip towards Luther’s mouth.

Luther salivated. The smell of Onyx’s musky arousal hit Luther. He inhaled deeply and groaned. He tried to lean forward, but he couldn’t break free from Onyx’s grip on his head.