Page 9 of The Hitman's Prince
Vince slid my pants and underwear down to my ankles, then traced his fingers over the swell of my ass and in between my cheeks. He tested my hole with the tip of a finger, pushing until I spread enough to let him in, even though the friction was rough and unenjoyable. My body responded the way it always did to pain—with pleasure. A burst of precum leaked from my slit, and I chased it up with my fingers to use it as lube down my shaft.
“I want to take you,” Vince said softly, words against the side of my neck like a ghost.
“You can.”
“I wasn’t asking for your permission, Orion.” He pushed his finger deeper into me, the shock of the unlubricated penetration lifting me up onto my toes. It pushedme closer to the fire, and I screwed my eyes closed with a trembling gasp.
“But I find that I want it, just the same.”
“You have it,” I consented quickly.
“You don’t even know what I want to do to you.” He withdrew his finger and brought his hand around to my mouth. Vince wasn’t soft or cute about what came next. He moved fast, like a viper, sliding four of his fingers into my throat with one hand and cradling the back of my head with the other. The position made it impossible to move away. The only thing I could do was gag around him, which took his hand deeper into my mouth. Vince kept me like that, with my thick erection clenched tightly in my fist and his hand in the back of my throat until the gag reflex passed and I settled against him.
“Good boy,” he praised me, and my balls tightened.
He pulled his hand out of my mouth and I choked, gasping for air that I didn’t realize how desperately I’d needed until my lungs were full.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said between coughs.
“Hmn?”
“It doesn’t matter what you want to do to me,” I said, wiping spit from my mouth with the back of my hand. “I want it. I welcome it.”
Vince fisted my hair and shoved me to my knees. He went down behind me, both of us hitting the ground with loud thuds, and then his chest was against my back and my face was inches away from the raging fire I’d stoked in his absence. There was no way my hair wasn’t burning, no way my precum wasn’t staining the rug beneath us.
“You welcome this?” he sneered in my ear, more angry than I’d ever heard him in all the years I’d known him. “You’d let me burn you for my pleasure? Ruin this pretty little face of yours because it got me hard?”
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
“No,” I croaked.
Vince yanked me away from the fireplace, throwing me over his body and halfway across the room. I landed in a heap on the floor, and he stood over me with his hands bracketed on his hips and a frown on his face.
“I’m nothing like my father,” he said, and I didn’t know if it was meant for me or for him. “I want you entirely, but I want you willing.”
“I’m willing,” I promised.
“I won’t take you without limits.” Vince squared his shoulders and rubbed his hand down the quickly growing bulge between his legs.
My mouth watered for him. How cruel of him to deny me the thing I’d become most used to in our time together.
“Yes, Sir,” I agreed.
“The sooner the better, then Orion.” He stepped over me with an unhappy groan, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Chapter 7
Vince
Fletcher had let me watch.
I sat in a chair in the corner while Luca lay down sideways on the bed, taking off his glasses with an eager grin. His chest was covered in bite marks and bruises, and when Bellamy climbed onto his face and smothered him with those gorgeous, golden ass cheeks, I thought he’d die a happy man. Daren was next, crawling between Luca’s legs and stuffing him full of cock with one sure thrust. He pulled Bellamy forward and crashed their mouths together as he started to move, the two of them anchored together by Luca’s steadiness beneath them. Fletcher was next, straddling Luca’s face and lifting Bellamy so it was his cock in Luca’s mouth instead of his ass. He used Luca’s spit as lube and pushed his way between those slight cheeks, balls dragging across Luca’s forehead with every thrust. The four of them together was truly a sight, the only loss being Gideon’s presenceagainst the wall beside me instead of lost in the tangle of limbs on the bed.
“You’ll never convince me you don’t partake,” I’d told him.