Page 12 of The Hitman's Prince

“If you don’t come in ten seconds, you’ll miss it,” he warned.

I didn’t know how I could miss an orgasm, but I made a tight fist around my cock and started to stroke. I was on the edge from before he’d even taken off my pants, but there were too many sensations, too many ideas and thoughts racing through my brain for me to get there as quickly as he wanted.

“Five seconds, Orion.” He made a tutting sound against the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

Vince smacked my hand away and went for my throat again. He was efficient, and that was the last thought I had before everything went black again.

I came to with my own cum already drying against my belly, the first orgasm from Vince Angelini something I’d never remember because I hadn’t been able to get myself there at his demand. I looked down at the mess on my stomach and wailed, covering my face with both hands to choke back the sob I was nowhere near strong enough to stop.

“It’s okay.” Vince pulled his cock and his fingers out of me. He stroked my hair away from my face and lay down beside me on the bed. “It’s okay, Orion. You tried so hard. I know you did.”

I wanted to argue that I hadn’t tried hard enough at all.

“Hush now.” He brushed my hair back again with more force, tangling his fingers into the strands at the back of my head and hauling me onto his lap. My muscles ached and I was starting to get a headache, but it felt sorightto be on Vince’s lap like that, in his arms.

He whispered words into my ear that I was too far gone to make sense of, and he reached around the front of us and held out his phone for me to take. My hands trembled when I saw the first frame on the screen, my unconscious body sprawled out beneath him. I pressed play and watched Vince keep his hand tight around my throat after I’d blacked out, watched him jerk my cock off like he hated me for having it. I watched myself come with nosound, no movement, no sign of life. It was only after my cock went still against my stomach that Vince let go of my throat and I gasped back to life. The video ended as soon as my eyes opened.

I shifted the phone from both hands to one, pressed play, then reached down and traced my fingers through the cum on my stomach. My cock twitched back to life, and I took myself in hand, stroking until I was fully hard again. Vince tugged the phone out of my hand and restarted it after it ended the third time. Behind me, his cock hardened against the small of my back, and he pressed play again, again, again, until I came. This time fully conscious and aware of his body against mine, his dick leaking a stripe against my skin.

He dropped the phone onto the bed and slid his hand around my front, mixing my second orgasm with the first, then he shoved me face first onto the sheets and with long, skilled fingers, pushed my own cum into my still wet asshole.

“You’re something else, Orion,” he murmured, teasing himself against my well-fucked hole. “Has anyone ever told you that before?”

No.

No one ever had.

I flattened my face against the messy sheets and closed my eyes.

He grabbed me so hard around the waist, I knew it would bruise. I welcomed his marks, his possession. I was so far past the point of even understanding pain. The onlything I knew was want and desire and need. With a slow glide, Vince sank his cock back into me, and I didn’t feel a thing besides overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure.

I took him into my body like he belonged there.

I swallowed him whole.

Chapter 9

Vince

Orion was an insatiable cockslut, and I would have given up everything my family owned if it meant I could crawl inside the tight heat of his body and live there forever. I lost count of how many times I made him come, not stopping even after he cried, and not slowing, even when all his body had to give me was a dribble of precum at the end. I made him come until he was unconscious, then I tucked him into my bed and left him to sleep.

Orion was a fucking treasure, but that made him a liability.

He was beyond eager, more than willing, and the fact my father had…the fact he’d done the things he had…it was inexcusable. What made the whole thing worse was there was undoubtedly so much more that had gone on I wasn’t even aware of. I’d walked in on Orion that one time, beaten and bloody and somehow, in my bones, I knewthere was no way that was the worst of it. He’dendured,and still he’d come to me, a willing fucking sacrifice.

Orion was a witch, the way he’d so quickly consumed me, body and soul. There couldn’t be another explanation for the way I felt about him.

The things I’d do for him.

I needed to clear my head before I did something inadvisable like lock him in the house so there was nowhere for him to go but to me. No one to help him besides me. I didn’t want him incapacitated, but I wanted himowned. Choking him out of consciousness had made me feel like a fucking king. I’d come harder inside of him than I’d ever come in my life, and the way he made me keep replaying the video of his orgasm while he got himself off a second time…

“Don’t get distracted,” I told myself, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind me. It was blustery, and I tightened my coat before setting off down the block.

I called my home a house, but it wasn’t. I’d lived in the same massive townhouse my entire life, just as my father and his grandfather had. The town had built up around the estate, which meant I was as much in the heart of things as a family like mine needed to be. We had a cabin on the lake toward the top of the state, but that was rarely used. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even been there. I made a mental note to ask Orion about the keys.

Orion.

Fuck.