Page 78 of His Trick

The steel groaned as he tried to shove back, while I crushed him forward.

His breath came out in sharp, angry curses, his insults and threats muffled by his mouth shoved in his hoodie that was firmly stuck against the metal.

I smiled, my teeth bared, blood still slick on my lips. “Would you look at that? I got my pocket full of Sunshine.”

The clang still echoed when I slammed him forward, again and again, trying to break his defiance. His palms hit the bars with a jarring crack, the sound bouncing down the empty block. Rust flaked under his grip and fell like ashes. His chest pressed hard into the steel, while his shoulders jerked as he fought to twist free.

“Get the fuck off me, Carrington!” His voice cracked, high with panic, and raw with rage.

I caught both his wrists, dragging his hands up until his arms strained above his head. The bars bit into his skin, but I held him there, my body a wall behind his. My chest rose against his back, every ragged breath syncing with his.

“You don’t mean that.” My voice was gravelly, my own lust so heavy I felt like I was going to break. My cock strained so hard against my sweats it was a rival to the bars.

He bucked hard, nearly throwing me off. His head snapped back, almost clipping my nose. “The fuck I don’t. Let me go, I won’t let you fuck me. I told you that before. Get the fuck off.”

I linked my arms through the bars, my hands wrapping around his head and pulling it forward against the bars. His head fell through the gaps, and his cheeks pressed flat againstcold steel. His gasp ghosted over the iron, warming it with his heat. My fist twisted in his blond hair, holding him there for a moment.

“Always lying.” My lip curled, blood still bitter in my mouth. “You have admitted you are mine, and demanded I am yours, yet this you can’t let yourself want? Why? Why don’t you want to feel my cock so deep in your ass? Why won’t you let your body have what it’s screamed for from the beginning?”

“I don’t.” His voice cracked again, too desperate. “I can’t let you fuck me. I don’t want that, Carrington. Get off me.”

“Then why the fuck are you shaking so badly for it?” I pressed harder, grinding my hips into him before smoothly sliding my bottoms to the floor and stepping out. My hard length rubbed against the curve of his ass through his jeans, and the way his body jolted gave him away more than any moan.

“Fuck—” His curse strangled out, half a breath, and half a moan. He slammed his head into the bars, trying to bury it.

“There it is,” I growled, dragging my teeth across the nape of his neck, biting down until he hissed. “You feel me. You can’t lie about that, can you? Not anymore. Don’t worry, Baby. It will fucking hurt so good.”

He thrashed, his muscles straining, every ounce of him fighting. His nails scraped against rust, leaving streaks of blood where he clawed at the bars. His chest heaved, his voice breaking with each word.

“I don’t want this. I can’twant this.”

“You don’t want me?” My laugh was sharp and fucking savage. I yanked the hoodie off his body while he fought me. “Bullshit. You’d have put me down the first night if you didn’t want me. You’d have killed me, not kept letting me in, knowing this game would end this way.”

His throat worked in silent whispers.

I shoved his jeans down hard, the denim scraping his thighs. He gasped when the chilled air hit his skin, and his body jerked again.

“Stop!” His voice broke, softer now, weaker. “Please, Carrington. We-we can’t go back if you do this to me…”

“I know.” My hand wrapped around his throat, rough and claiming. His entire body arched into the bars, while a strangled moan broke loose before he could swallow it down. “That sound of desperate fucking need? That’s mine, Sunshine. That’s what you really want. Give in. Take me.”

“Fuck you.” His knuckles flew forward and hammered the bars, as my fingers found his tight asshole. He was so open already. So ready.

“Hold on tight, Sunshine,” I demanded, spitting thick pools of saliva onto his pink hole. He whimpered, testing the resistance of my grip, before finally gripping the bars above his head and clinging to them like they were his lifeline, saving him from going under.

“You take everything, Carrington. Every fucking thing I have. You’ve stolen from me.”

“I am coming for your heart next,” I snarled, grinding against him, my hips pressed into his, trapping him further and lining us up perfectly.

Shiloh’s breathing was fractured. Filled with curses and choked whimpers as I drew this out. He trembled between the bars and me, caught, and beautifully caged.

“Say it,” I demanded, my lips brushing his ear, my voice sharp. “Say you don’t want this. Say you don’t want me. Tell me again to let you go. I will give you one fucking chance before I claim you fully. And you’re right. There will be no going back.”

“I—” His voice broke, the words stalling in his raw throat. His chest pressed harder against the bars, like he could melt throughthem and escape, but he didn’t know anymore if he wanted to. “I don’t?—”

The sound he made when I reached around and stroked him with my hand, lightly giving him a preview of what he could fucking have, told the truth. His body betrayed him in shudders and gasps, no matter what his mouth tried to claim. He wanted me. He needed me the way I needed him. I let go of his throat, using one hand to hold onto the bars, and one hand to spread his ass wide.

“You’re mine,” I rasped, biting his shoulder hard enough to bruise, sliding my fingers inside his asshole, and readying him for something much bigger. “Every fucking part of you. You hear me? Say it. If you want to feel me, say it.”