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He shook his head.

His hands went to Cane’s thighs. Nails digging into his skin. Breaking it.

Cane hissed and turned his head to bite the inside of Hart’s thigh, leaving a bruise there.

“As if anyone compares to you,” Cane said, pulling out and thrusting in again, and Hart whined both from the words and the sensations.

That was what he needed. That was what was missing.

“As if anyone even comes close to you, sweetheart,” Cane said, and with a final thrust, Hart shattered into pieces.

Chapter 13

Cane

“Fuuuck.” Cane groaned and stretched. “You couldn’t have given it up earlier, sweetheart?”

Hart was panting beside him, eyes closed and body limp.

Cane ran a possessive hand over his cum-stained stomach, rubbing it into his skin and not caring that Hart hated it. He kissed Hart’s bruised collarbone, scraping his teeth there and already feeling ready for another round.

“You never played so hard to get in the past,” he murmured.

Hart fluttered his lashes open, glaring at him from beneath his half-closed lids.

Cane smirked. “Are we still pretending we don’t know each other?”

“We don’t.”

Cane slid a hand between Hart’s legs and crooked two fingers inside him, spreading the mess from his stomach around his hole. “What would you call this then?”

Hart jerked when he hit his prostate dead on, mouth falling slack and legs splaying open. He grasped Cane’s wrist to keep him there, undulating his hips even though he must have been oversensitive. Cane kissed his spent cock, running the ring on his lip over the head of it, brushing it against the slit.

Hart made a wounded, needy sound, and Cane could already feel him getting hard under his lips again. It drove Cane crazy the way he could wring Hart out like this. The way he responded to him.

It had done right from the very first time they’d met.

It was what had gotten him hooked in the first place.

Made it impossible to think of anyone else.

Hart’s orgasm came on fast, and Cane didn’t deny him this time, milking it out of him to make a point.

I know you. I could make you shatter in seconds if I really wanted.

Hart’s back arched beautifully as he cried out Cane’s name, cum spilling against Cane’s lips that he lapped up. It was music to his ears. An undeniable sign that Hart couldn’t suppress, couldn’t refute. He was Cane’s in these moments. Wholly. Completely.

Hart shivered in the aftermath, hissing when Cane continued to kiss his cock and massage his prostate. “Cane…”

It was too addictive, making Hart mewl and twist, but eventually Cane relented, rolling off of him and letting him take a break. He sat up, took care of the condom, and reached for his discarded jeans, pulling out his cigarettes and a lighter. The first drag was relaxation at its finest and he offered it over to Hart.

Hart opened his mouth before closing it again. He looked at the cigarette for a few moments before taking it between his elegant fingers and bringing it to his mouth.

Cane smiled slowly, pulling out another cigarette for himself and lighting it.

He lay back down, one arm behind his head and a cigarette perched between his lips, smoke curling up to cloud above them.

“You should just tell them. Your brothers.”