Devil (The Marchesi Family 3)

“I don’t want choices.” His voice was low and raspy, and I swore I could feel it against my skin. That wasn’t what I’d expected him to say, but holy shit, it was exactly what I wanted. I let him go and pushed away from the wall.

“Strip.”

He glared at me as he reached for the hem of his sweater. He wanted his choices taken away, but that didn’t mean he was going to give in easily. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to subdue him. I could enjoy an easy fuck, and I often did, but I didn’t need tame. I liked to dominate, but I also liked to fight for it.

He raised his sweater slowly, then pulled it over his head and tossed it to the floor. I let my gaze run over his broad, hairy chest. His dusky nipples were hard and begging to be sucked. He didn’t have a six-pack, but he was toned. Clearly he didn’t laze around on his ass all day. I followed the dark line of hair leading to his waistband and licked my lips, ready to see the thick, gorgeous cock I’d enjoyed sucking so much.

“Keep going,” I ordered.

When he was naked, I resisted the urge to run my hands over him, grip his ass, and feel the heft of his balls in my hand. As much as I wanted to play and explore, that wasn’t what tonight was about. Tonight was about taking, about dominance, about making sure Joe understood I was the one in control of his body, of our bargain, of his life now that I knew secrets he wouldn’t want revealed.

“Get on the bed on your back.”

He walked toward the bed, and I thought he would obey, but he climbed up and positioned himself on his hands and knees.

“No. Turn over. I want you looking at me. I don’t want you to be able to pretend it’s anyone but me pushing into your ass.”

“No. It’s this way or not at all.”

“You don’t get choices, remember?”

I grabbed his hips and flipped him over. He came at me, and we wrestled with each other until I had him pinned under me. I worked my hips, sliding my cock against his. “Do I need to tie you up again?”

“No,” he snarled. “You need to get the fuck off me.”

“Not a chance.” I dragged his wrists closer together and captured them in one hand. I wasn’t sure I could actually hold him like that, but he didn’t fight me which let me know he was enjoying this game as much as I was.

I reached between us, skimming my hand over his cock then grasping his balls and tugging. He grunted, but he didn’t struggle. I teased his taint before toying with his hole. He jerked like he was trying to get away from me. “Fucking bastard.”

“I won’t deny it. I also won’t deny myself this.” I pushed a finger into him, loving the tight resistance. “You’re going to enjoy this a whole lot more if you loosen up, but either way, I’m going to shove my cock into you. Every single inch.”

He snarled at me, and I let go of him, but before he could sit up, I pulled my gun from my holster and pointed it at him.

“You’re not really going to fuck me at gunpoint, are you?” he asked.

“Fun as that might be, I’m not. But I thought it might be fun to hold it on you while I tied you down.”

He shook his head. “No, I… No.”

He sounded serious, not like when he’d voiced other complaints. I remembered how shaken he’d seemed when I tied his hands to the chair and how he’d demanded I free them. He hadn’t fought me on the blow job, only the restraints.

“Reach up and touch the headboard. If you move your hands, you’ll regret it.”

Slowly, he did as I said.

I kept my gun on him as I kicked off my shoes, unfastened my pants, and pushed them down. Once I was free of them, I climbed onto the bed.

“Open your legs. Show me that tight hole.”

His knees were already bent, but he widened his legs.

“That’s better. I’m going to put this away now.” I touched the tip of the gun to his knee and slid it along his inner thigh. “I’m trusting you to obey me. If you don’t, I will tie you up.”

Anger darkened his expression. “Just get this over with already.”

“That eager for it, huh?” He could pretend all he wanted. His cock was rock hard, and there was a puddle of precum on his stomach.

“I’m eager to be rid of you.”

“You’re eager to know how good my cock feels inside you. You want to give in, to surrender. You know it’ll be better that way.” I wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked. “You want all of this, don’t you?”