With the next thrust, I detonate, my body convulsing uncontrollably as he continues at a maddening, purposeful pace. I’ve never been fucked so savagely in my life, and I can’t get enough.
With every few thrusts, I quicken, my back arching further, as I come undone again, and again, and again as he stares down at me, a man possessed, the desire in his eyes his only tell as the rest of his features twist cruelly, his intent clear.
Punishment.
When I again crest down in a wave of ecstasy into familiar ashes, I go lax in his arms only to be met with a violent slap on my ass.
My whole body latches onto that pain as pleasure seeps through my every pore. His lips part as he loses himself briefly, and I arch my back further, lifting my ass to take more of him in as liquid fire drips from his gaze. Within seconds, I’m coming again, the orgasms crashing through me, wave after wave on the heels of the last, as he fucks me viciously, channeling all of his anger into his movement.
“I get everything?” He taunts, his finger invading the forbidden, the threat hanging in the air as he presses his finger in.
“Yessss,” I hiss before I explode around him, my thighs threatening to give out as he picks up his pace, his fingers tightening around my throat as if in indecision. I see a flash of satisfaction as he denies me breath for several seconds, which leads to yet another explosive orgasm, this one far more intense.
He curses when I go lax from the weight of it and pulls me from the couch. In the next second, the hardwood bruises my knees as he grips my hair in his fist and pushes his engorged cock between my teeth until I’m choking on him. With a few thrusts of his hips, he grunts, filling my mouth, his release hitting the back of my throat. I take it all, savoring every second, my body filling with renewed desire as I lick him from root to tip, sucking every inch of him clean. He watches, rapt, his eyes flaring with mild surprise. When I finally release him from my mouth, I lick my lips with only one request.
“More.”
He lifts me from the floor with the same punishing grip before taking me to bed and giving me exactly that.
Age Thirty-One
I pull up to the garage in time to see Sean speed off in his Nova, not sparing me a glance as he whizzes by—but I can feel his anger just the same. Parking next to his Camaro, the garage light clicks on, and I’m relieved Dom’s alone. But I know it won’t make a difference in the way this will go down. Whether it’s one or both of them, the outcome will be the same. I never had any intentions of them finding out this way. Thoughts still racing, chest aching from their expressions when they saw us in Roman’s back yard, confessions of love pouring from our lips have me walking through the lobby and straight into the fire. Dom stands in the middle of the garage, staring into space. Long, tense seconds tick past, and I prepare myself for everything. When I reach him, he turns to look at me with the eyes of a man I barely recognize, our connection nowhere to be found.
“If you’re expecting me to hit you, fight you, you’re fucking pathetic.” He shakes his head, his eyes black with rage. “You didn’t see me as your brother. The one fucking time I needed you to see me, to hear me as your brother, you couldn’t stop playing parent. You couldn’t take me seriously. You assumed I was fucking around. Nothing new. Dominic being Dominic. But I saw it the minute you believed me, and it wasn’t ten months ago when I asked you to. It was back there when you realized it was too late. That was better than any punch I could throw. Fuck you. Get out.”
I remain mute because I have zero defense I can think of, and with his words, I don’t want any. I want his wrath because for now, it’s better than indifference. As long as he’s fighting me, there’s a chance for us.
“Get the fuck out,” he repeats, clenching his fists.
“I can’t.”
“You’re fucking worthless to me now,” he says, moving to his toolbox and flipping it open.