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“I’m okay,” I whispered, and he tucked my face into the crook of his shoulder whether I wanted it there or not.I did. “You made it okay and I meant what I said before. I don’t want that to be a limit because it won’t be the same with you.”

“Orion,” he said my name again, awestruck.

“I mean it.”

Vince pressed an angry kiss against my hair, his arms banded around me like a vise. My ribs hurt, partly from the pressure of his embrace and partly from the memories I’d never be able to truly run away from. But with Vince—and the others—I could at least keep them at bay.

Chapter 69

Vince

Jacob slept for almost two days, Caspian for half that, Orion for six hours, which was twice as long as I’d expected of him. I’d breached the trust between us with my little stunt, but the end results had turned out better than I’d hoped for,andCaspian didn’t need to shoot me…again. I had worried the damage of the initial plan would sever Caspian and Orion’s relationship irreparably, so the staged kidnapping and drawing everyone out—at the time—made more sense. I should have known Orion would lash out, that Jacob and Caspian would follow suit. None of it mattered anymore, though.

Everything was settled.

The fire in my office burned hot enough to have sweat prickling at the back of my neck, but that might have also been on account of Orion’s wet mouth suckling my cock like it was a lollipop. After his nap, for lack of a betterword, he’d been practically superglued to my side and I was content to let him stay there while I finished organizing my father’s financials and making sure Moore and Mandeville were men of their word.

Daren, I’d found out, had snuck Caspian out of the house without telling any of his four boyfriends about his little plan, which had resulted in more than stern words between them upon Daren’s return. In addition to whatever punishment that Moore was about to receive, I left with a warning about making sure I kept my distance. I promised Gideon and Fletcher I would do my best to deliver them the space they were after, but there was only so far we could run from our names. What I could give them was the same thing I could give my men…a break.

Orion swiped his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of my cock and I reached beneath the desk, fisting his hair hard enough to hurt. The numbers were in order, the men were in line, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I had the time and the inclination to give him what he wanted.

“It’s not like you to be so forward,” I murmured, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth. He gagged around the stretch, the muscles of his throat flexing against my crown. Orion blinked up at me, eyes already dark and wanting beneath the fan of his lashes.

Pulling him off, I shoved the chair out of the way. Spit trailed out of Orion’s mouth, long and thick strings joining him to my cock. Once I pulled him to his fullheight, I could see the tent of his own erection, bulging and insistent between his legs.

“Take off your pants and bend over the desk.”

I stoked my spit-slick dick while Orion made quick work of his shoes and pants. He had on a black t-shirt, which he rucked up under his chin before hinging at the hips and bending himself over the desk like I’d told him. I shoved the back of his shirt up toward his shoulders, slowly dragging my hands down his ribs. I had a different appreciation for every scar on his body now, the ones I’d given him and the ones left before I’d even understood what sex was.

“Orion,” I whispered, kicking his legs open to make room for myself between them. “If anyone ever tries to kill me again…let them.”

“No.”

I notched my cock at his entrance and shoved inside of him with one sharp and brutal thrust. He screwed his eyes shut and grabbed the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

“It wasn’t a request.” I pulled out, groaning at the sight of his asshole gaping and chasing after my dick.

“I can’t,” he rasped, and I fucked back into him with another long and punishing thrust. His eyes flew open this time and I gave him a moment to catch his breath and adjust to the intrusion.

“You will.”

“Please don’t ask that of me.”

I emptied his body a second time, dick twitching in approval after seeing how much Orion hated it.

“I’m not asking.” In again. “I’m demanding. I’m giving you an order.”

His upper lip twisted into a grimace, and I fucked him long and hard, slamming his hips forward into the edge of the desk forcefully enough to leave bruises in the places my fingers couldn’t reach.

The ferocious slap of skin against skin echoed off the walls of the office, punctuated by Orion’s grunts and moans. He was perfect for me in all the ways that mattered the most, and I had no doubt that one day this man would be the death of me. Maybe not in the ways I’d expected after falling into bed with him the first time, but different and more dangerous ways now.

I wanted to be deeper inside of him, wanted him to feel me for a fucking week, for a month, for the rest of his life. Banding an arm around his chest, I lifted him up from the desk and bent my knees. Orion leveraged back onto my lap and I fucked him like that, my heart twisted in knots the entire time. The glint of a letter opener on the edge of my desk caught my eye, and with my free hand, I grabbed it like a knife, bringing the sharp point to the left center of Orion’s chest.

It was the same place I’d been shot.

“It’s an order,” I said again. He grunted in disagreement. “Heel, Orion.”

The tension rippled off of him in waves, and I dug the tip of the letter opener into his skin until I broke through.The absolute indecent sigh of pleasure that left his mouth as the blood began to trickle down his chest should have been worrisome, but Orion knew my heart.