Page 137 of Madness & Mercy

Julian’s trying so fuckinghardnot to make a sound. His cock is dripping, his thighs shaking. He’s going to come just like this—stuffed full, stuttering on my hand, listening to me talk business like he’s not falling apart.

“Mm-hm,” I mutter, keeping my voice steady while I scissor my fingers inside him, slow and cruel. “No, we’re not changing the shipment schedule. If the docks are too hot, use the warehouse in East Bay. No fuckups this time.”

He lets out a strangled sound under my palm—half-moan, half-beg. I smirk.

“Yeah. Tell him to double the muscle and call me when it’s done.”

I hang up and slide the phone back in my pocket.

Julian’s breath hitches hard when I finally pull my hand away from his mouth, fingers still fucking him deep and slow.

“Bravo, piccolino,” I murmur, my voice dark with satisfaction. “You didn’t make a sound. That deserve a reward?”

He nods frantically, pupils blown wide, lips swollen from biting back his cries.

I lean in, my mouth grazing his ear as I curl my fingers just right.

“Thencome for me,” I whisper, my tongue brushing his skin. “Make a fucking mess.”

And he does, shattering with a soundless cry, his whole body shaking, choking on the pleasure I gave him without even using my cock.

Mine.Every broken, trembling inch of him.

“Now what do you want?” I murmur, already knowing the answer from the way he’s breathing.

Instead of answering, he reaches behind him, his hand searching for my cock like he can’t help himself.

I grab his wrists and slam them above his head, pinning them to the wall with one hand. He gasps.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

He shakes his head quickly, shivering under my grip. “I’m sorry.”

I bite down on his neck, and he moans like I just fed him a hit of something addictive.

“Wait here,piccolino. I’ll go grab a condom.”

But before I let go, he grinds his ass against my cock like a goddamn tease. Like he knowsexactlywhat he’s doing.

“Don’t go,” he begs. “Just do it.”

I lean in close, mouth to his ear. “You sure?”

He nods frantically. “Just fucking give it to me already.”

There it is.That bratty little edge under all the desperation... the one that drives me crazy.

I smirk. “Lube’s upstairs,” I whisper against his skin. “So either I go grab it… you walk your pretty ass to the bedroom just like this… or—” I pull back just enough to drag my cock along his crease. “—you get it wet again. Your choice.”

He grits his teeth, eyes flashing with defiance, as he turns around and drops to his knees. He takes me in his mouth like he’s starving for it.

This time, I let him have control. His head bobs, mouth working me, deeper, sloppier, filthy sounds echoing in the dark. He chokes a little, then moans around me like he likes it. Like he wants toruin himselffor this.

I tip my head back, groaning low in my throat.

“Fuck,Julian,” I growl. “Keep going. Just like that.”

And he does, like he’s trying to earn every inch I promised him.