Page 79 of His Trick

His fists pounded the iron again, his frustration bleeding into the despair of breaking and submission. His breath hitched, and his teeth gritted. “No?—”

I shoved my cock into his hole, rough and with zero hesitation. His cry split the silence and melded with my own. They echoed, raw and torn from deep inside. Shiloh’s knees buckled, and the bars rattled with the force of my body slamming into him.

“Say it,” I snarled into his hair, thrusting as hard as I could, hearing the beautiful sound of the metal vibrating through us both.

His voice broke into the moans that he couldn’t choke back as his curses tangled with pleas.

“Oh fuuuuck…I can’t say?—”

“Say it, Shiloh,” I demanded again, pinning his wrists tighter into the iron, forcing his body to take every merciless thrust I gave him. “Say who you belong to. Let me fucking hear who is fucking your tight, little hole, right now.”

“I—” His chest heaved, his voice going ragged, and strangled as saliva fell from his mouth with the blood from earlier.

I felt my dick hit a rough patch inside his ass. The deeper I went, the more his words broke, and the more his resistance crumbled. There was no fear inside him now, no anger—just pure raw desire.

I couldn’t comprehend the fucking pleasure I felt, and my moans were loud, even to my own ears. I started to feel his orgasm rise to the surface, his hole tightening around my dick in spasms that pulled my own orgasm to the head.

The word ripped out of him, savage and desperate as I felt.

“Yours. Mmm…god, help me, I am yours, Carrington. I fucking can’t help myself. Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Please fuck me…break me. Just don’t stop.”

The omission obliterated me.

My vision went white as I came into his ass, every nerve lit like a fucking frayed wire, every muscle taut like a rubber band. My body convulsed against his, his ass drinking every fucking drop of my come.

The bars shook with our release, groaning under the violence of us as the air filled with sweat, blood, sex, and rust.

The smell of a storm.

His dick leaked hot come all over the ground, and I watched it paint the floor. It was beautiful and free like him.

Like me.

Shiloh collapsed forward onto his knees as I sagged down the length of the metal. His body trembled on all fours, breath ragged, with his face hidden from me. His tight ass puckered as my orgasm leaked down his thighs in thick creamy waves.

I pressed my forehead to the bars, my voice low and guttural. “There. Now you are ready, Sunshine.”

Shiloh looked back at me, his eyes confused and beautifully satiated.

“Ready for what?” he said, as breathless as I was.

“Ready to face your demons. One of them at least. You gave in to your need to embrace darkness. I am literally dripping from you. Take my darkness, Shiloh. Use it to eliminate the power your father has over you. Because, Baby Boy? You belong to one monster in this fucking world. And that’s me.”

What the fuck is happening to me? Carrington is the storm I can’t escape. And now I’m not sure I want to.

The bars were cool against my cheek, my breath coming out in uneven bursts as I desperately tried to slow my heart rate. My arms felt heavy, my wrists throbbing where he’d held me. My whole body still trembled with the aftershocks of pain and so much fucking pleasure. I couldn’t bring myself to move, not yet. If I did, I’d fall apart at the seams.

Behind me, Carrington’s weight shifted, his movements slow and steady as he made his way into the cell like a fucking peacock proud of itself for this victory. His chest pressed to my back, not crushing me this time.

Just there.

A solid form to lean on…my anchor in the waves he sent crashing through my soul.

“You’re alright, Baby.” His voice rumbled low, almost gentle, though it still carried that dangerous edge he could never take out. “I’ve got you. I brought these. Take them for the pain. It’ll help.”

I let out a shuddering breath, something caught between a sob and a sigh, as he shoved some form of medication in my mouth and sprayed something on my still exposed ass. My fingers curled tighter around the bars, my knuckles paling as a numbness spread over my hole as the medication began to work.

“You may hate me for this,” he murmured against my hair, slick with sweat and stuck to my forehead. “That’s okay, but you needed this. I will take all your hate so that you can feel strong.”