Page 86 of The Beast's Broken Angel

Adrian’s response was physical and immediate. He grabbed me by the hips and turned, walking me backward until my thighs hit the edge of the desk. Tactical maps and folders scattered like debris as he lifted me onto the surface with no effort, positioning me exactly where he wanted.

“Mine,” he growled against my throat, lips dragging over the earlier bruises like he was reaffirming his claim. His teeth grazed sensitive skin, and I gasped, head falling back, giving him more. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

“Yes,” I breathed, and it was more than permission. It was a promise. “Yours.”

He dragged my shirt off, tossing it aside before pushing me back against the desk with one hand on my chest. I watched, heart pounding, as he knelt between my legs and unbuckled my belt with a precision that bordered on cruel. Slow. Measured. I could feel his breath on my stomach as he tugged down my pants, the heat of his mouth following close behind.

Then he looked up at me with a darkness that left no room for doubt.

“Keep your hands on the desk,” he said, voice low and authoritative. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

I obeyed. Of course I did.

He wrapped a hand around the base of my cock, stroking once—slow and possessive—before leaning in to take me into his mouth. My entire body jerked at the wet heat of it, the slide of his tongue over the sensitive underside making me cry out before I could stop myself. Adrian hummed like helikedthe sound, like he wanted more of it, and sucked harder.

The mafia boss on his knees, lips stretched around my cock with utter devotion, should have been a contradiction. But there was nothing submissive about the way he did it. It was aclaim, every movement of his mouth designed to unravel me at his feet. He kept eye contact, watching every twitch of my body as he worked me expertly, alternating suction and swirl until my thighs were trembling and I was dangerously close to falling apart far too fast.

“God,” I gasped. “Adrian—fuck—I’m gonna?—”

He pulled back with a wet sound, thumb rubbing slow circles over the head of my cock, keeping me right at the edge but not letting me tip over. His smirk was wicked.

He leaned in, his lips brushing mine as he unbuttoned his own shirt. “I’m going to fuck you, Noah. Hard. Deep. Until yourememberwho you belong to.”

My cock twitched at the words, aching, desperate.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered, voice calm and deadly. “I want to see your mouth stretched around me before I take your hole.”

I obeyed, sinking to the floor. He freed himself from his slacks, and I hesitated for only a heartbeat before taking him into my mouth, hands gripping his thighs for balance. Adrian’s hand threaded into my hair, controlling my pace, guiding every motion with a rough sort of tenderness. He didn’t thrust—hecommanded,hips rolling forward just enough to remind me who was in control.

“Good boy,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with lust. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

I moaned around him, sucking harder, tongue working along the vein that pulsed against my cheek. His groan above me was all the reward I needed.

When he pulled me off, I was panting, lips swollen, eyes glazed with need. He dragged me up, turned me around, and bent me over the desk without preamble.

“Keep your legs open,” he ordered, and I complied, bracing myself with trembling arms.

I heard the soft pop of a cap, then felt the first cool touch—slick and deliberate as his fingers, coated in lube, pressed against my ass. The sensation made me shiver, anticipation curling hot and tight in my gut.

Then came the pressure, smooth and relentless. One finger at first, easing in with practiced control. Then two, working me open with maddening patience—twisting, curling, drawing breathless sounds from my throat until I was rocking back against him shamelessly.

“Please,” I gasped. “I need—Adrian,please?—”

He didn’t make me beg further.

The stretch as he pushed inside made my vision blur. He was thick, relentless, pushing deeper until I was fully filled, his cock seated to the hilt. I moaned, overwhelmed, loving the way he took up space inside me.

“You feel that?” he whispered, teeth at my shoulder. “That’s mine.You’remine.”

He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing me forward against the desk, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—onlyfeel.

Every drag of his cock over my prostate had me clenchingaround him, whimpering like something broken. His hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking me in time with his thrusts, bringing me closer with expert precision.

“Come for me, Noah,” he growled. “Now.”

And I did.

I came with a shattered cry, body arching as my orgasm ripped through me. Adrian followed a moment later, with a groan that sounded like victory and worship all at once, grinding in deep as he spilled inside me.