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I growled and pinned his wrists above his head. “Keep them there.” I wasn’t patient enough to grab cuffs or rope to tie him up. My cock was achingly hard, and I was desperate to be inside of him. Shoving his head up and to the side, I leaned in, attacking his neck, nipping and sometimes biting at his more tender spots, marking him for all the world to see.
He wasmine, and I was feral in my fucking obsession for him.
He groaned, his heels digging into the mattress so he could grind his leaking cock against mine. I huffed a laugh, then leaned back, admiring my handiwork on his neck. He looked like he’d been mauled. Reaching out, I traced the bruises and bites with my finger, smearing crimson in the places I’d drawn blood.
“Christ, I can’t get over how good you look when you’re marked by me,” I rasped.
His pupils blew wide at my words, and hewhined. “Please, sir,” he pleaded, his cheeks flushed beneath his tanned skin. “Ineed?—”
I plunged three fingers into his hole. His back bowed off the bed, and hesobbed, grinding down on my fingers. I hummed and leaned down, biting his hip hard enough to draw blood just as I stroked my fingers over that sweet spot inside of him. A wicked grin pulled at my lips when he shattered, his cum spurting over his abs. Pulling my fingers out of him, I slid my cock inside, then covered his body with mine so I could take his mouth in a hot kiss.
“Can I touch you?” he pleaded. “Please. Please, sir.”
I nuzzled his neck, smearing his blood along my nose and chin. “Yeah, baby.”
His arms and legs quickly wound around me, and he clung to me as I moved in and out of him, marking his chest, shoulders, and collarbone as I did so, all while listening to every sweet, needy sound that ripped from his throat.
“I need you to come again, baby,” I rumbled. I was so fucking close, but Ineededto feel him come while I was sheathed inside of him. “Give it to me. Come on, baby?—”
He cried out, burying his face against my shoulder as he came a second time, though not as much. Groaning, I sank my teeth into his collarbone and spilled inside of him, marking him as mine there, too.
10
Chet
William placed a plate of scrambled eggs, sausage links, and toast in front of me. Before I could even open my mouth to ask for ketchup to go with my eggs, he placed that down in front of me, too. Wordlessly, he grabbed my empty coffee mug and disappeared back into the kitchen to make me another cup.
After he’d fucked my brains out and left me boneless from coming twice, he’d cleaned me up, then we’d fallen asleep for a little while longer. Now, I was being given prince treatment with breakfast and coffee, though that wasn’t unusual. I couldn’t cook worth a shit, despite William doing his best to teach me, so he always cooked for me, or I ate what someone ordered or Thyrie cooked up. Williamalwaysmade sure I had food in my stomach.
Malik settled onto a barstool next to me, leaving one between us. His neck didn’t look much better than mine did—covered in bite marks and hickies—and there were bruises around his wrists in the shape of chains. I arched a brow at him. “Rough morning?”
He grunted and lifted his middle finger in my direction. “Fuck you, Chet.”
I snickered. Rurik appeared behind Malik like smoke and curled his fingers around Malik’s chain, tugging his head back. Malik grunted, but his eyes went all hazy. Rurik was theonlyperson I’d ever seen Malik willingly submit to.
“Watch it,” Rurik warned him. “Maybe next time, you won’t be a fucking asshole and test my patience.” He pressed a hard kiss to Malik’s lips, then let him go, wandering into the kitchen without another word.
Malik sighed and adjusted the chain around his neck that acted as a collar. “That bad?” I asked quietly.
“He pissed me off by putting a guard detail on me. I can’t go work on my bike early in the mornings anymore withoutthreefucking guards hovering over me.” Malik shook his head. “I got frustrated, told him to pull the guard detail or I’d walk, and Rurik lost his shit.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Stupid son of a bitch should know I’d never leave him.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my chest flooding with guilt. “It’s my fault?—”
Malik shook his head and looked over at me, dropping his hand to the bar top. “It’s not your fault, Chet. It’s no one’s fault that all this is happening but the SDMC. The president has a massive stick up his ass, and no one in his club has the balls to pull it out. Besides, this isn’t the first time Rurik has put guards on me. He gets wild hairs up his ass all the fucking time.”
Rurik stepped out of the kitchen and held out a mug of coffee to Malik. Malik took it. Rurik leaned in and gripped his chin. “Everything I do is for your safety. Threaten to leave me again,and I swear to fuck, Malik, I will take you to a remote island and lock us there for eternity.”
William was walking out of the kitchen with two mugs of coffee when Rurik said that, and he paused, blinking at the two of them before shaking his head and making his way around the bar to sit next to me. “Eat,” he murmured, setting my coffee mug in front of me. “And don’t touch that coffee until you’re done eating,” he ordered when I reached for it. “You won’t finish your breakfast otherwise.”
I huffed. “You would make a better Daddy Dom,” I grumbled, abandoning my coffee as told and focusing back on my food.
William leaned in, sucking my earlobe between his teeth and biting down hard enough to have me hissing, all while my cock hardened behind my zipper. “Icanbe, if that’s what you want.”
I snorted and pushed him away when he released my ear. “Not to yuck anyone else’s yum, but that’s definitely not my thing,” I told him.
Thyrie slipped onto the barstool between me and Malik. When she reached over to grab one of my sausage links, William smacked her hand away with a scowl. She gasped in mock outrage, but amusement was glimmering in her eyes. “What? I’m hungry.”
“So tell your old man to get you some fucking food and stop stealing everyone else’s,” I told her, rolling my eyes.