With that, I hold his head down, his nostrils flaring over my flesh as I force him to take every inch of me, and I’m not small. There’s about nine and a half inches deep inside his mouth, and soon, his ass. Fabiola’s hand reaches up to my cheek, her delicate fingers massage the spot.
“Kiss me,” she asks, to which I shake my head no. But she still moves towards me.
Crashing her lips against mine, she groans against me, her hand now moving Zayden, his head bobbing with gracious movements. My eyes flick up to the glass, and nausea replaces the molten lava that gathers in my stomach. Disgust over takes the drugs, and I’m fighting the urge to gag.
Still, I continue to perform, opening my mouth to grant access to her demanding tongue. I force myself to breathe, to stay inside the role they built for me. My grip tightens in Zayden’s hair. I’m sure it’s hurting him, but all I hear is his groans that drag me away from the donors and slam me into him. Closing my eyes, I let them anchor me to this moment. To the pleasure as he continues to suck me, as her tongue continues to glide desperately against mine. Fabiola breaks away from the kiss, allowing me to gasp a full mouthful of air.
“I want to see you fuck him…”
A demand I’m honestly too eager to fulfill.
I look down at Zayden, his black eyeshadow is smudged around his eyes, making the brown in his eyes pop. Tears streak down his cheek, along with a mess of snot and spit. He looks ruined, beautifully broken, and it makes something inside me twist. I release my grip on his hair, letting my fingers trace the line of his jaw before tilting his chin up, forcing him to look at me. My thumb moves over his soft lips, wishing I could taste them… but I couldn’t, not here…
In this room, he’s nothing but a pet….
Something for me to use…
To claim… So no one else can.
“My future wife wants me to fuck you…” I rasp, dragging my thumb down his bottom lip until he bites down on it painfully. Even now, he fights it—and I welcome every bit of fight he has to give. Fabiola kneels behind Zayden, placing small kisses against his shoulder. His eyes roll back, and before he can stop it, he’s grinding against my foot.
“Look at you, so desperate,” I murmur, running my foot along the tension pressing against it. “Beg for me to fuck you, Ruas.”
“Fuck… You…” he snarls through gritted teeth. The nausea hits again… as Fabiola’s hands remove the armor on his shoulder, before peeling away the toga fabric.
Seductively, she whispers against his skin. “Oh, that he will….”
Her hooded gaze flicks to mine, and I see her message clearly.
To act… This means nothing.
In a world full of snakes, it’s good to keep your grass cut low—to see them wander around, keeping only the ones that help hunt the pests. I take the invisible deal she’s offering me—sealing our arrangement.
Not out of love. Nor loyalty. Only survival.
Fabiola trails wet kisses alongside the length of Zayden’s neck, her manicured nails gliding over his chest and shoulders, making sure to dig deep into his flesh, leaving red marks over it. The sight overrides every ounce of restraint I have left, leaving only sheer possessiveness. I pull them out of their little bubble, fisting Zayden’s hair.
“Let’s show her who you belong to,” I say through clenched teeth, making him crawl to the bed I’ll fuck him in.
Fabiola doesn’t follow; she lingers behind, watching while she pleases herself. Making me realize she’s a lot like me. A voyeur and a strategist who enjoys power dynamics. It’s always an exhilarating experience watching someone as big as Zayden be reduced tonothingbut a whimpering mess of need. As much as I hate to admit, it’s become my favorite thing. Nothing could compare to the feeling inside my chest when I watch him beg…
Watch him crawl.
Giving me all of him, while I pour into him all the good left inside of me.
The sound of her soft moans mingles with that of her arousal, making my cock twitch and Zayden tense.
He’s desperate, and yet, fights it… That only makes me want to hear him plead. “Beg for me to fuck you, Zayden… Let me hear the magic word.”
Through hooded eyes, he scowls at me, heat rolling off him like rogue waves.
I watch his chest rise slowly and go back down again as my foot lands in between his legs. I always love fucking him this way, always where I can seehimandhecan witness what he does to me. My hands lazily move over my shaft, a smirk tugging at my lips when I follow his gaze towards my engorged cock.
“Want it inside you, Ruas?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing steady, to ignore the sound of blood rushing through my ears and focus on the sounds of his soft moans as my foot moves insync with my hand. He shakes his head; even now, he fights it. Even as I bring him closer to the edge, only so I can pull back before eventually pushing him off it. “I know you’re desperate to feel my thick cock split you open,” He grunts in disapproval, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Am I lying?”
His scowl vanishes, his lips part, and his head falls back. “C’mon, Ruas, make a liar out of me. Tell me you don’t like feeling me tear you apart.”
“I…” he grunts, huffing out a breath of air. “Don’t.”