Angelo (The Marchesi Family 2)

“Am I?”

“Yes.” No? His hand did hurt, and I was fucking scared, but I was also turned on as fuck. He knew it too. I could see it in his eyes.

“I bet you’re hard right now. You don’t want to like this, but you do. You like the danger. You like knowing I’m going to push you. I’m going to take complete control of you, and it’s going to be the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

He dropped his hand. I sucked in air, but before I could catch my breath enough to speak, he grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and marched me toward the wall. “Hands out. Brace yourself.”

I did as he said, heart still pounding, dick still hard.

He smacked my ass, and I jerked, trying to pull away from him. He clamped a hand on my hip, holding me in place.

He spanked me again and again. I struggled to free myself. “Stop. That fucking hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt. This is what happens when you disobey.”

“But you promis—”

“This won’t damage you, and the more you fight, the longer this is going to last.” He reached for the fastenings of my pants. I tried to push his hand away, but he slapped my ass even harder than he had before. “Don’t move.”

Was I really going to let this happen?

He yanked my pants down, baring my ass to him. I braced for the next blow. The sting on my bare skin was far worse. “Fuck. That hurts.”

“You can take it.”

I wasn’t sure I could. My ass felt like it was on fire, and Angelo wasn’t showing any mercy. He brought his hand down again and again. “You want to take this from me because you want to show me you can endure whatever I give you, isn’t that right?”

Did I? Or did I just want to give in? Giving in would be so much easier, like it would have been easier to let him cheat off my paper in high school.

But this wasn’t high school. I didn’t have to prove myself, and the longer Angelo spanked my ass, the harder it was to remember the difference between pain and pleasure. It was like he’d put me under a spell. I was breathing hard. The room spun. Suddenly, my knees buckled, but he caught me and lowered me to the ground.

It hurt like hell to sit back on my heels, so I used my hands to brace myself on the floor, making it only slightly better. My ass burned, and my cock ached from being so fucking hard for so long. Angelo moved between me and the wall, and I looked up at him. “I took your fucking punishment.”

“I’m not done with you yet.” He took hold of my chin, tugging until I was forced to rise up on my knees. My hands went to his waist as I tried to steady myself. He used his other hand to unfasten his pants and pull his dick out.

“Suck me,” he commanded.

I didn’t even consider defying him. As soon as he took out his cock, I was fucking salivating for it. I was going to take him down my throat and suck him until he fell apart. I wanted him to feel as out of control as I did.

I pulled his hips toward me and swallowed him whole. His hand came to the back of my head. He held me there, cutting off my air, but I refused to struggle. When I’d finally taken all I could, I shoved at his thighs, and he let me go. I sucked in huge breaths before looking up. His eyes were wide and so dark they looked black. I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock and teased his slit before taking him back down, sucking and using my tongue to work him.

I held his gaze the whole time, loving how his eyes widened when I swallowed around him and hummed. I was surprised by how long he let me control things before he gripped the sides of my head and began to thrust deep into my throat. I gagged around him, but I didn’t try to pull away. I was going to do this. I was going to show him he couldn’t break me. I was going to make him come, make him shatter, show him he wasn’t the only one who could fight for control.

12

Angelo

I’d known from the way Cameron responded that afternoon that me taking charge turned him on, but I hadn’t expected his reaction to be this strong. He wasn’t going to surrender easily, but I liked that. I didn’t need a sweet, compliant boy. I was up for a fight, and Jesus, I fucking loved Cameron’s mouth.

I’d had a hell of a lot of men and women suck me off, but I’d never had anything as good as this. I knew the anger that simmered between us would fuel some hot, rough sex, but I hadn’t realized how fucking good a hate blowjob could be.