Page 11 of The Hitman's Prince

“You think?”

“That’s all,” he corrected.

“Condoms?” I asked.

“If you want.”

“I don’t,” I answered.

The thought of taking him bare, feeling the heat of his channel wrap around my cock was almost enough to make me come on the spot. After days of only taking his mouth, and then my night of self-inflicted torture watching Fletcher and his group of fuck toys take each other apart in the most perfect and glorious of ways, there was no possible way I wanted to waste my load with a condom.

He nodded. “I don’t either.”

I beckoned him closer until he was at the foot of the bed and I could get his long and slender neck in my hand. I grabbed him hard and pulled him forward, half onto the bed, half onto me.

“You’re a good boy. Aren’t you, Orion?”

I pressed my fingers against his arteries, relishing the way his blinks turned slow and heavy the longer he lost blood flow to his brain. He didn’t fight me, and that made me hard, made my blood burn for him.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

“Then ask for the things you want. Do you understand me?”

“Yes…Yes, Sir.”

“You might not always get them, but I still want to know.”

“I want you to fuck me without a condom,” he said, mouth parting on a desperate search for air. “Want your c…your c…”

Orion took one last shuddering breath, then went unconscious.

Chapter 8

Orion

Asharp slap across my face shocked me back to consciousness, and after the sting of Vince’s palm wore off, the next thing I felt was the thick stretch of his slippery cock spreading me open. While I was out, he’d apparently divested me of my pants, poured what felt like half a gallon of lube between my legs, and for some reason he’d waited until I was awake to thrust his long erection into me for the first time. He bottomed out with a shudder, using his hips to knock my legs wider to make more room for himself between my thighs. Seated fully, he slapped me again, his lip curling into a scowl as his palm made contact with my cheek.

It was hard to not compare him to his father, but I tried, keeping my watery eyes focused on his face above mine as he fucked into my hole with a punishing force and pace. The sound of skin against skin as he slammedinto me over and over and over was like a lullaby, paired with the tight press of his hand once again around my neck. I was happy for sleep to take me under a second time.

Darkness.

Nothingness.

And then again, the biting sting of Vince’s palm against my cheek.

“Wake the fuck up,” he growled, pinching my face together until my lips puckered. He spit into my mouth and I lapped him up with my tongue. “I want you present when I ruin you.”

His other hand was still around my throat, his weight balanced precariously against my neck and my face. The pain was insurmountable—almost—and I fought with every ounce of strength in my body to remain conscious for him. His father had asked me for much worse and I’d obliged. The least I could do was find it within myself to stay conscious. But his palm fit my throat so well, his fingers curled so perfectly around the sides of my neck.

“Sir.”

“Fight it,” he demanded, flexing his fingers against my throat until it was impossible for me to keep my eyes open.

It wasn’t even a fight for breath. There wasn’t anything I could do except let him slowly regulate the way the blood moved through my body. I opened my mouth to beg, to argue, to do anything that would helpme obey his command. Before I could struggle, he let go of my throat, shifted back onto his heels, and grabbed me by the waist. He hoisted me off the bed and fucked into me harder than his father had ever dared. Vince fucked me and fucked me and fucked me until he went entirely still, back arched and head thrown back as he came inside of me…just like I’d tried to ask for in the first place.

He was hung, long and thick and always ready for me, but when he came, his cock pulsed with so much force I could feel it against my tender and already swollen rim. Vince pulled out an inch, staring down at the way his cock emptied into me, and he pushed down on his shaft with two fingers and fucked slowly back into me, spreading me this time with his cockandhis fingers.

I meant to cry out, but the only sound that tumbled out of my mouth was a moan. And then Vince pushed a third slick finger in alongside his cock, and gooseflesh broke out across my entire body.