Page 18 of Killer Attraction

Without much finesse, I worked two fingers into his tight hole, and he let out a shout. It wasn’t that I’d never been rough with him, even with prep. I knew he could take it. And I was too worked up and scattered to spend the time I usually did to make sure he was ready, so I needed to speed things along.

My fingers scissored inside him, only briefly brushing against his prostate. After a minute, I pulled my hand back and added another finger, and let him work his hips so he was fucking himself on my hand. It was a marvelous sight to see, not to mention the sounds he made as he worked himself open for me.

“You’re so beautiful.” I leaned up and captured his lips, licking at his lips as he panted and groaned.

“Please, Nate. Now, I need you to fuck me now.”

Who was I to deny my little bird anything, especially when he begged so beautifully? The way he tripped my wires with his pleasure, usually only satisfied with death, left me feeling breathless and in awe. For a brief moment, as I stroked lube on my shaft, I wondered if I could be the type of man he deserved. I could try for him.

I’d do anything for him.

My hands splayed across the globes of his ass as I lifted his legs to thrust into his tight hole in one smooth, deep stroke. I didn’t have the patience to fuck him gently as I felt my control slip.

He cried out, his head thrown back as he chanted my name over and over as I rotated my hips and found the small bundle of nerves I had been looking for. His screams were music to my ears as I pounded his prostate with each snap of my hips. I was relentless and wild.

I was staking my claim.

My little bird was mine.

Forever.

He’d only leave me in death, and I prayed it wouldn’t be by my hand. Though I would if I had to. If it was the only way to keep him.

I’d been obsessed with him for too long. There was no escaping me this time.

“You are mine, little bird. You’ll never get away from me.” I watched in awe as his back bowed at my words, and hot, thick ropes of cum erupted from him as he came untouched. His reaction set off my own, and I emptied my load inside him.

I thrusted my cock deep inside him, working us both through our orgasms until I was soft. As I slipped out, I leaned back and watched where we were connected, my cum dripping from his gaping hole.

Couldn’t have that. I dropped to the bed and thrust two fingers back inside, fucking my cum back into him. I’d marked him, in every way possible, as mine. While still finger fucking him, I leaned over and took Aiden’s soft cock in my mouth to clean him.

He was mine. That meant everything he was, belonged to me—including his cum, and I didn’t intend to waste a drop. As I worked my way up, lapping at the mess on his abs and chest, I reached into his drawer with my free hand and felt around until I found what I was looking for.

With a smirk, I went back between his legs and slipped the plug into his hole, sealing my cum inside.

Aiden let out a groan. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“I aim to please,” I quipped as I leaned up and tugged on his tie to release his hands. I rubbed his wrists and placed a soft kiss on each of his palms.

“Was… was that okay?” I asked, hating how he made me feel vulnerable and unsure but wanting it all the same. He was the only one who could make me feel that way.

He reached out and cupped my face in one of his smaller, calloused hands. His smile reassured me more than any words could.

“I know you’d never hurt me, Nate.”

And just like that, I felt like I’d been doused in a bucket of cold water.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AIDEN

At work, I couldn’t concentrate if my life depended on it. I leaned back in my chair, tapping my pen against the metal of my desk, and stared into space. There had been a lot on my mind since Nate and I had our unusual anniversary celebration. He had shared a lot, and I was thankful he felt he could open up and trust me. I also felt I got some glimpses he hadn’t meant for me to see.

He didn’t want me to pity him, and I didn’t. But I did feel for him, because growing up is never easy. I couldn’t imagine being the way he was as a child and having an easy time in school. Kids were assholes, especially to other kids who were different. But I had a feeling he wasn’t the type to get bullied, that they might have given him a wide berth because they didn’t understand him and were afraid of him.

I marveled at the fact I wasn’t afraid of him. And I wondered if that was wise. The night of the wedding, he had choked me during sex, even if I’d ended up liking it. The anger he’d had at the club with the guy I’d been dancing with. There had still been moments, flashes, where I felt uneasy around him, even if it never turned into fear.

Then again, it could just be because he was… a psychopath.