“I like knowing that you’re touching yourself becauseyou can’t help yourself around me,” he tells me. “Onyx is my world. You aren’t going to change that.”
“I’ve already changed it. Claimed you as mine. My brother had no clue what was going on under that table. Or what you did for me in the library.”
He moans, but he won’t admit he wants that again, too.
When Rayne looks at me like this, it’s hard not to want to come.
“I’ll never be yours,” he says.
But he’s quickening his pace on his cock now, too.
“Want to watch you come,” I say, ignoring what he’s saying. “I know you’re going to come for me. Look me in the eye.”
His breathing is heavier now. He’s looking at me like he wants to stuff a gag into my mouth.
He reaches up and grips my ass, hard.
As he squeezes me, breaking his rule all over again, his eyelids drop a little.
“I’m going to come,” he says, his voice quiet now.
“Good boy, Rayne. Keep breaking your rules for me. I’m not forcing you. You want to.”
Watching him lose control is enough to make me lose it too.
He curses under his breath as he comes, and he shoots far, all the way up to the center of his chest. White streaks cover up the light red mark that the back of my knife left on his skin.
Tension coils under the base of my cock and I let go, coming along his stomach and chest.
And he almost looks as good covered in it as he did swallowing it.
I’m breathing heavy.
IknowI own him, yet somehow I still want more.
He looks utterly used now, his face flushed and his hair all fucked up.
“Never happening again,” he utters.
I breathe in deep.
“Say that once you’re not covered in our cum.”
“Fuck.”
“Your voice sounds hot when it’s all ragged. Do you always like being called a good boy? You want me to do that next time, too?”
“I told you, it’s not happening again.”
“Keep telling yourself that?—”
I’m cut off by a loud knocking at the door.
Rayne visibly tenses up at the sound, his half-lidded eyes going wider.
Someone is in the hallway.
“Rayne,” I hear a deep voice call out from behind the door.
