Page 17 of Demon’s Desire (Lovers of the Damned #3)

“You’re doing so well,” Nico crooned, rubbing Onyx’s ass, then squeezing. “I knew you could do it. You want to rub that needy cock against me, but you want to be my good boy more, don’t you?”

“No.” Onyx shook his head, pressing his face harder into the cushion. He couldn’t admit it. Nico saw through him. His heart skittered, and his wings tingled. He wanted to run. Fly far away and not think about anything.

Nico spanked him twice, once on each cheek. “Don’t lie.”

“No,” Onyx moaned, eyes burning with fire and something a lot harder to accept. He was on the verge of crying, and they’d hardly even started. What the fuck was wrong with him? “I’m never good. Not for you. Not for anyone. Just fuck off, Nico.”

Nico growled and smacked Onyx’s ass. “You don’t get to come into my house and tell me to fuck off.” Smack. “You came to me for a reason, and I’m not going anywhere.” Smack. “I’m not leaving.” Smack. “And I’m not sending you away.”

Tears broke free from Onyx’s eyes, leaking past his tightly shut lids. His shoulders tensed and he balled his fists, but he didn’t make a sound.

Nico spanked him again, the burn getting hotter now. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You can’t push me away.”

He punctuated each stupid promise with a smack, and Onyx couldn’t hold himself together. A sob broke free.

“Nico,” he groaned. Pleaded. The infuriating man was saying exactly what Onyx wanted to hear, and the scary thing was, Onyx almost believed he was telling the truth, despite knowing better.

None of it was true. Nico would leave him behind eventually. Everyone else had. But Onyx wanted to hold on.

He trembled as Nico spanked him again and again, his whole body coming alive with pain and pleasure.

His cock ached, his ass burned, his hole clenched tight with every smack, jolting his core.

Onyx’s face was wet with tears, his moans unmuffled as he turned his head to the side, sucking in deep sobbing breaths.

“Please,” he begged, hating that he was letting Nico see any of this, yet loving it. Wanting it. Wanting Nico to hold him down forever and never let go.

“I’m here,” Nico murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re being so good, taking your punishment. Being so good for me.”

“No.” Onyx shook his head.

“Yes.” Nico spanked him once on each cheek. “But it’s okay. I can make you be good if that’s what you need. I’m not letting you run away. Not letting you get away with being a brat when I know what you need.”

“Fuck.” How did Nico see right through him? Was Onyx the most obvious sap on the planet? “Please, Nico.” Onyx’s cock throbbed, leaking everywhere, the denim of Nico’s jeans harsh against his skin. “Please.”

Nico laid into him, smacking his ass and driving Onyx’s cock into his lap. Onyx shuddered, and his hidden tail tingled, the heat from his ass throbbing. He choked on ecstasy, each blow pushing him higher.

“I’ve got you. That’s it,” Nico murmured, his voice gravely and low, almost slurred with pleasure.

Nico’s hand came down again, and Onyx’s balls drew up. He came so suddenly, he could do nothing but shout, hot release spilling into Nico’s lap. Nico’s hand came down on Onyx’s burning ass once more and Onyx shuddered, aftershocks pulling more cum from him, his tattooed tail on fire.

“I’m sorry,” Onyx sobbed, trembling, mind scattered, as his orgasm faded. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Oh, fuck.” His face burned hot. He was a mess of tears and humiliation.

“Shh,” Nico soothed, gripping the back of his neck in a firm, gentle hold. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I never said you couldn’t come. I said not to rub off on me. Which you didn’t. You were so good.” He caressed Onyx’s flaming ass cheeks in slow circles.

Tension dissolved from Onyx’s shoulders, and he unclenched his fists. He tried to breathe. He was in pieces like never before. All because Nico said he wouldn’t leave. It was so stupid. Onyx was such a fool. He was so desperate to be loved, it was pathetic.

Nico rubbed Onyx’s back in steady motions, migrating from his ass to shoulders, and eventually Onyx’s mind quieted.

It was all talk. Nothing more than the shit you say during sex.

Admittedly, not all of it was dirty talk, but Nico seemed like the type to dominate in a supportive, I-care-about-you way.

Nico wasn’t aware how deeply Onyx wanted his promises to be real, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

This was nothing but a little fun. Onyx could handle it.

He opened his eyes and found Nico staring at his face. Not his exposed ass or his tattooed back, his cry-ugly face, smooshed into the couch, a crick starting in his neck from the odd angle.

Nico’s gaze was hooded, his cheeks flushed even darker than before. For some ridiculous reason, Nico looked…proud?

“Feel better?” Nico asked.

Onyx should’ve denied it, but he nodded.

Nico’s hand found its way into Onyx’s hair, brushing it from his forehead and winding the strands around his fingers. “Good. I’m glad I could help.”

Onyx’s heart clenched. Was that what Nico got out of this? Did he have that much of a hard-on for helping people? Nico’s dick still pressed insistently into Onyx’s hip, so maybe.

“I can help you out, too.” Onyx rubbed against him suggestively. “Tell me how you want me, and I’ll get you off.”

Nico’s grin spread slowly over his face. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” His grip tightened in Onyx’s hair, and Onyx glowed from the inside out. Even if Nico only liked this as much as he liked helping anyone else, Onyx would take it.

Onyx might be cocky, but he rarely felt perfect. Not genuinely. However, in this moment, sprawled out and spent, he almost did.