Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men 2)

No wonder I was hot. The man was a fucking furnace.

I loved it.

In fact, I loved every single thing about the past ten hours with Zeus. From seeing him leaning up against his big black bike with a curl of smoke drifting into the air around his handsome, rugged face, to the way he’d taken me in the kitchen as if he’d die if he didn’t have his hands on me in the very next second. Even the pain, I’d loved. Loved knowing that I was suffering through it to accept him because I knew the best things were always hard to come by and I loved working for it, for him and his monster cock. Finally, I loved the intensity of his need and the totality of his care. He treated me roughly, bending my bendable body just to see how it could form new positions for him to fuck and do it hard, but outside of the sexual, he treated me like gold. Not glass, not like something fragile and overly precious, something to be looked after out of necessity. No, something made of gold; priceless, worthy, but difficult to destroy. He wanted to defile me and defend me in equal terms, a dirty knight in his leather armor.

I’d never experienced anything transcending. My grandfather had always told me that being cured from cancer when I was a little girl was a miracle, that God had heard everyone’s prayers and that I had been saved by the grace of heaven.

I’d never felt that, especially not after being diagnosed a second time.

But I did feel the grace of God last night, a different kind of god, one made of thunder and motor oil and wicked deeds, held together by leather and ink.

It was that kind of god I had transferred my religion to the night before.

I’d always believed that Christianity wasn’t for everyone, that faith was a special and intimate kind of thing that had to occur to you naturally, and express itself through you organically.

Now I knew what deity I’d pray to and die trying to please.

Zeus Garro.

I felt settled in a way that I’d never experienced before, like the last piece of me had aligned and I was finally whole with myself.

I felt calm and sure, so wise I could burst with it.

I knew the feeling would pass because I was seventeen and I may have been through some things but I was no Yoda, but that feeling of completeness would remain as long as I could be with Zeus.

“No thinkin’,” Zeus growled in such a low, barely decipherable meter that I laughed.

He pried an eyelid open to reveal his silver-as-star-shine eye. “Was fuckin’ serious.”

“I know.” I pressed a kiss to his beard and then rubbed my fingers in it just because I could. “But I promise, they’re happy thoughts.”

He grumbled, dragging me further under his body so that my legs were forced open so his hips could slide through. I wrapped my limbs around him and held him to me.

“Fuckin’ better be, I gave you all my best moves last night.”

I laughed. “You liar, I know you were gentle with me.”

He smiled against my neck as he buried his face in my hair and kissed my pulse. “Gotta break you in slow. Don’t want any long-term damage ’cause I plan to have you regular from now on.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked on a gasp as he adjusted his hips and the crown of his hard cock slid against my entrance.

I hadn’t cleaned up after the last time we fucked last night because I was asleep before my orgasm had even fully faded, so a combination of our cum lubricated his way as Zeus notched his head at my cunt and slid home on a smooth, strong glide.

“Yeah,” he rasped as he worked himself slow and lazy in and out of me. “Startin’ right fuckin’ now.”

“Okay,” I breathed, clinging to him and wiggling because my sex ached, but in a way that only the stretch of him inside me could soothe.

He turned my head to take my mouth, plundering it deep and thorough. I loved his tongue in my mouth, how it mimicked his cock in my cunt. When he pulled away from me, I whimpered.

He grinned as he kneeled between my legs, leaned back on his heels so his wet dick was displayed like a trophy in his hand.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl takin’ all’a this in that tight little cunt,” he praised me.

My mouth went dry at the sight of him before me like that.

He was a big man in all other respects, so I should have known he’d be a big man there, but the sight of him naked and erect, so thick and so long with a flared head the size of a plum and just as purple made my mouth water and my heart kick with pride knowing I’d had him inside me. I watched him wrap one of his massive hands around the base of his cock and squeeze before pulling forward to the tip in a smooth, tight motion that brought a pearl of liquid to the crown.